On the weekend of July 13, the people of Little Cranberry Island, off the coast of Maine, gathered to celebrate the 90th birthday of
Mr. Ashley Bryan. On Monday, July 15, I learned of Ashley as I traveled on the mail boat from Northeast Harbor to Little Cranberry (known also as Islesford) to catch a boat for our lobster tour. A lady on the boat asked if we knew that it was Ashley's birthday. I had never even heard of Ashley and certainly didn't know of his natal celebration. The woman suggested that we walk up to his house on the island and ask to see his sea glass windows. Some of them were on display in the Congregational Church on the island, but she assured us that he also welcomed visitors to stop in and see him.
I have to admit that I was skeptical. It didn't seem right to just drop in at the private home of an artist. When we arrived on the island, we walked up to the church and saw the windows portraying scenes from the Bible: the Palm Sunday procession, the Nativity, the calming of the storm. They were beautiful and so unique. So we decided to try to find his house and meet the man who had created such lovely windows out of glass washed up by the sea.
Ashley was outside his house with several other people. When we introduced ourselves and told him that the lady on the mail boat had said he was the highlight of the island, he invited us in to his house. He told us we could play with the toys on the porch if we wanted to, and then he led us inside and showed us all the items he has collected from his travels around the world. Every inch of space in his house was filled with objects from across the globe. It was like being in a museum.
Best of all was Ashley's own work. He led us into a bedroom to see his sea glass windows. Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John. Two evangelists stood on either side of each window with Biblical scenes in small squares interspersed with flowers. Sea glass of all shapes and colors reflected the light streaming in from outside. They were stunning. Ashley showed us a window in progress, one of St. Paul, and demonstrated his method of using papier mache, pounding it into a paste, and inserting it between pieces of sea glass. It didn't look very impressive to me lying on a table, but as soon as he held it up to the light, it was like magic.
Ashley also showed us his collection of puppets made out of found objects. He demonstrated how one could use the puppets to tell stories based on the mystery plays of old. There were puppets of all kinds - such creative combinations. He kindly allowed us to take pictures. We later got to see his illustrated books in a local shop on the island. He has won numerous awards for his books and uses many mediums for his art.
What amazed me most was Ashley's hospitality to strangers. He welcomes those who come to his house, invites them in, offers the use of his bathroom, shows them around, and answers any questions. He seems to delight in showing his work, though he is very humble about it and does not mention awards, talking instead about his joy in creating the art. When he came back from serving in the war, he was determined not to let the horrors he had seen destroy his life. Instead he has embraced life and art and books and shares them with everyone who stops by.
I admire Ashley's art, but most of all I admire his generous spirit, his joy and wonder, and his graciousness in welcoming all to his home and sharing the gifts he has been given. Hebrews 13:2 says, "Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for by doing that some have entertained angels without knowing it." In this case I think it may have been the angel who was showing hospitality to us. May he be blessed with many more years.
At
any rate, time passed, and as I kept walking the same route, I noticed
that someone had begun planting flowers in the stump of the tree. What
had been a sad, dead, lonely old stump had become a source of life and color.
I broke out in a smile of delight at such an unexpected gift. Someone
tends the stump flowers all summer, and by July you can hardly tell that
there is a stump there underneath the vibrant plants and flowers.
Reminds me a bit of the Shel Silverstein book, The Giving Tree. A few days ago, I was finally able to get out and walk after this long winter of snow and cold, and there was new
life once again growing out of the stump. Pansies and the leaves of the
daffodils that are yet to come. I couldn't resist taking a quick
picture. There is another stump not far away; its tree was felled by
one of the hurricanes. Someone has begun planting flowers in it as
well.
Redemption.
For me, those tenderly nurtured plantings have redeemed the loss of the
tree. Where once there is death, now there is life. Spring is the
same for me - it redeems the long, cold days of winter. So many times
when I am faced with questions of why God causes things to happen, I
simply have no answer. I'm not sure if God caused the tree to get sick
and die so that it would need to be cut down. I'm not sure that God
decided the hurricane would take out certain trees. What I am sure of
is that God redeems things. I have seen it again and again. The
resurrection redeeming the cross. New life redeeming death. Hope and
joy returning where there had once been despair and pain. Over and over I have watched God redeem things that I never thought possible. I
believe that God can and will redeem everything - though I will most
likely not be around to see it happen. That's the hard part. I want it
all to be redeemed right now.
