By Wayne Allensworth On Easter Sunday before the service, I was sitting in church and watching the congregants come in. What I saw gave me some cause for hope. A few of the ladies wore hats — “Easter bonnets,” we called them in the past — and low and behold, a few of the children were dressed up. Dresses, ties, little jackets. It’s not that I think God cares what people wear. It’s about us...
By Wayne Allensworth A scene near the end of David Lean’s The Bridge on the River Kwai resonates with the older me. Colonel Nicholson, played by the great Alec Guiness, is walking the length of the bridge built by British soldiers in a Japanese POW camp under the colonel’s supervision. He pauses and looks out over the waters of the river and notes that he has had a good life and career, but that...
By Wayne Allensworth This piece originally appeared in Chronicles Magazine some years ago. I thought it appropriate to repost it as Holy Week begins. On Palm Sunday, I took a walk. It’s the first day of spring and the sky shows China blue, decorated with small cotton-like puffs of clouds. Flowers are blooming and the ducks at the pond have laid their eggs. The beaver are back—I can tell by the...
By Wayne Allensworth It’s difficult to imagine now, but when the Apollo 11 lunar module set down in the Sea of Tranquility all those years ago, Americans were fixed on their TV screens, awed, fascinated, and, in some cases, disoriented by the momentous conclusion of the space race. I recall gathering with neighbors around a TV and watching the somewhat grainy broadcast with the sense of adventure...
By Wayne Allensworth Rows of trees that have finally lost their leaves line a wide path that runs between fences around houses and a business park near my home. The long, wide belt of grass is a sort of unofficial nature sanctuary in an area where the suburbs have crept into the countryside. I often walk there and if I don’t avert my line of sight from the path, I can imagine I am far from the...
By Wayne Allensworth Westerns were once upon a time the most popular American film genre. And the great John Ford directed some of the best ones. Our greatest star in the Western film firmament was John Wayne, who was associated as a friend and collaborator with Ford for much of his career. Their names are inseparable in American film history. Movie buffs know the Ford-Wayne films that did so...
By Wayne Allensworth My wife and I were watching It’s a Wonderful Life for the umpteenth time the other night, and something stood out that I hadn’t thought of before. Early in the movie, when old man Potter, the story’s Scrooge character played by Lionel Barrymore, complains that the Building & Loan in which he holds shares has loaned the princely sum of $5,000 to Ernie Bishop, a cab driver...
By Wayne Allensworth LEAD Technologies Inc. V1.01 Joseph also went up from Galilee, out of the city of Nazareth, into Judea, to the city of David, which is called Bethlehem, because he was of the house and lineage of David, to be registered with Mary, his betrothed wife, who was with child. So it was, that while they were there, the days were completed for her to be...
By Wayne Allensworth When the sky opens the rain can come down in curtains of dense water, obscuring your view. The wind picks up and the tree limbs begin their dance. It’s November. I was taking my morning walk, hoping that the dark clouds that were gathering would hold onto the drops of water within them for just a few more minutes. I walked and felt the cool wind pick up. And I noticed that...
By Wayne Allensworth And at times you introduce me from within into a wholly unaccustomed state of feeling…were it made perfect in me, [it] would not be of this world…But [I] fall back again and I am swallowed up in the usual run of things. Augustine of Hippo, Confessions At mid-morning, the autumn sun was clearing the sky. White rays emanating from a new October sun, a pale, liquid...
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