USA, 2012: Dear Pen Friend,
Today's letter is from me. Just me. Not me "and" anyone; only little old me.
I've received an airletter (the kind that's written in pen and gets delivered to a metal box outside the house) urging me to take good care of myself. Because, said the writer, "I could not bear to be without my penfriend!"
I immediately thought back through years of correspondence. Paul was only the beginning. After him, there was a string of pen-pals. One of these sent me copies (several years ago) of ALL of the letters I'd sent her over these many years. I read them with laughter and more than a touch of nostalgia; also with the sure knowledge that only God could have turned such a scatter-penned youngster as I was into a writer. "I have heard about the British 'Beatles,'" I once told her... "I hope someday I can hear their music." "President Kennedy was shot, tell me if you've heard about it over there." "I went swimming today and the dog died" (no connection between these last two events).
I went on to write letters to friends and boyfriends. To people met through writing and travels. And now, as I thank God to have such a privilege, here I am clicking away on a keyboard to you.
I suppose you can consider this a thank you note. Thanks for making a few mouse-clicks and opening this letter.
I pray (I genuinely do) that the Lord will take good care of you.
Because "I could not bear to be without my penfriend....."