If you haven’t been reading the posts on the Heavenletter™ Spiritual Community Forum under the day’s Heavenletter, you are really missing something. The comments may be provocative or inspiring or delightful, hopeful or sad. Our seeking to come closer to God is what seems to dominate. There are great hearts and minds posting. I am in awe of the comments posted.

Today’s comments under The Love You Have Dreamed Of
Heavenletter #3531  http://www.heavenletters.org/the-love-you-have-dreamed-of.html prompted me to write this blog on this last day in my house, the day I had hoped the house would be empty, and all I would have to do today is to clean the house. I was sure it would be emptied, but here I am, still emptying the house where I have been living and accumulating for so long. I wasn’t going to write a blog entry today, but I just have to write this one.

Do you remember reading about Officer Simpson — Rusty — the policeman who took the responsibility of removing the woodchuck from my house a year or so ago?  Rusty did more than that. He was a hero.

http://www.godwriting.org/godwriting/we-never-know-what-a-day-will-bring-police.htm

http://www.godwriting.org/godwriting/the-same-day-as-the-woodchuck-in-my-house-angels.htm

http://www.godwriting.org/godwriting/so-says-officer-simpson-service.htm

I saw Rusty again yesterday as a friend. We sat knee to knee in my house, each of us on a balance ball. Oh, why didn’t I think to take a picture of Rusty.  There he is in his immaculate uniform, his polished gun in its holster, the badges and all, and we are talking, and  what Rusty was saying relates to today’s Heavenletter.

As you can imagine, the work he does is quite different from my work with Heavenletters and Godwriting™.  As a policeman, he is so often dealing with tragedy of one kind or another and, as you can imagine, he deals with life in the raw.

I think if Rusty says that life in the world is getting better, we can believe him. Just meeting with Rusty makes me suspect that there is at least one angel on the Fairfield police force.

If a mother has to learn that her child has died in a boating accident, she is blessed to have Rusty be the office to come to her home to tell her. He is so kind, caring, and full of heart. He is only the messenger, and yet he feels so responsible for and respectful of the mother’s heartache.

About a month and a half ago,  a thirteen-year old girl here in town was killed in a boating accident. She was the only child of a single mother.

After informing the mother, Rusty took it upon himself to call the principal of the middle school to let him know, for, certainly, this was going to have an impact on the children.

On their own, without asking anyone, the next morning, the girl’s classmates drew pictures and wrote messages in colored chalk on the school’s sidewalks, all tributes to their friend. Even students who didn’t personally know the girl, joined in. They were giving her a good send-off.

It is very touching what the children did.

It is very touching to me that Rusty brought this up. This is what he said:

“The world is getting better. I don’t think this would have happened years ago. Why, the kids are more loving and thoughtful than adults. They didn’t make a fuss. They didn’t do any harm. With chalk on sidewalk, they expressed their sorrow and compassion. How can anyone say that the world isn’t getting better?”

Dear Heavenreaders and blogreaders, everything God says comes true.

I envision a day when a story like this about schoolchildren celebrating the new life of their friend would make the headlines instead of what usually does.