The Korean War Memorial in Washington, D.C., brings home the reality of war like none other. Dedicated in 1995, it includes 19 stainless steel statues, a mural wall, a United Nations wall and a reflecting pool.

The statues depict troops moving through a rice paddy in Korea. They are riveting during the day and downright eerie at night. The larger than life figures from the Army, Marines, Navy and Air Force are dressed in full combat gear. No matter where you stand, one of these statues is looking right at you.

The wall is 164 feet long and has 2,500 photographic images sandblasted into it of land, sea and air troops. You can touch the photographed faces of men who fought in Korea.

We do not talk about the Korean War very much, even though over 54,000 Americans died there. The sobering numbers of soldiers who died, were wounded or went missing in action are listed on granite blocks near the pool at the memorial.

Korea was divided during World War II. It officially became two countries in 1948. Then in 1950, China and Russia invaded South Korea. Eventually 21 countries came to South Korea’s defense and the United States provided 88 percent of the support troops. The war ended in 1953.

Since then, an intense contrast can be seen in the progress of each country. South Korea is a democracy with the 13^th strongest economy in the world. Its 50 million people value education. About 30 percent of the people are Christian. The rapid rise in the standard of living and economic expansion have been dubbed the Miracle on the Han River. Think Samsung, LG and Hyundai. Per capita income in South Korea is over $28,000 per year.

North Korea has been ruled by despots since the end of the war. It has the worst human rights record in the world. Whisper something against the government and you are likely to find yourself in a harsh work camp without the benefit of a trial. The government controls every part of society. Per capita income stands at about $1,500 per year.

There is no limit to what can be done when people have the freedom and opportunity to improve life for themselves and their families. That’s what hope and a vision can do. The contrast between the two countries might be summed up by the words of Proverbs 29: 18: Without a vision, the people perish. The reverse is also true: with hope and a vision people thrive.

And that, dear friends, is why we build memorials, hold parades and give speeches honoring those who have fought for freedom for ourselves and people on distant shores. It is why Veterans Day is a big deal in America.

Hats off to Korean veterans and veterans everywhere who have made enormous sacrifices. You make our world more safe and free so that we may have hope for the future and peace in the present.

The faded red barn on our farm was the center of activity when I was growing up. Each morning and evening the cows filed into the stanchions to be milked. Bleating calves, pigs or sheep were housed on the north side. The horses had the best stall of all, right by the door. When my dad wasn’t in a rush to get the crops planted or the harvest in, he still liked to use his team of horses, Trix and Tony, for fieldwork and parades.

The second floor of the barn held the hayloft. Hay was lifted through a giant door at the front and stored for winter use. Later it was pushed out that same door into a hayrack to feed the cattle in the barnyard.

To get to the hayloft, you had to climb a set of boards nailed to the wall inside the barn. I remember working up my courage to climb that ladder for the first time, but soon I had it mastered. I loved to play all year round in the fragrant alfalfa stored in the haymow. However, spring was especially fun, because our mother cat liked to raise her kittens in the warm, quiet loft.

If I discovered the kittens before their eyes were open, I had to wait for a few days before picking them up. They were much too delicate to be handled by a little girl’s hands. However, once they were old enough to play, I’d visit them several times a day.

Finding those kittens was like finding hidden treasure. Each day I delighted in watching them grow up. First, they nestled with their mother, then they began to wobble from their cozy hollow. Before long, they were chasing the dust motes that gleamed in the sunlight streaming through a high window. Once they began pouncing on and wrestling with each other, I knew they would soon travel beyond the haymow.

For a prairie girl living on a farm with no other children nearby, the kittens were indeed hidden treasures. Finding them brought a lot of happiness to my life.

Today, I wouldn’t mind finding a nest of kittens once again, but I can count on finding another hidden treasure every day. There are many hidden gems for us in the Bible. Made up of 66 books, written by 40 authors, over 1,500 years, it contains history, adventure, prophecy, hope and encouragement.

Even when we are very familiar with the Bible, passages can leap out at us and give us new understanding to apply to our lives. The advice found there is better than any self-help book.

There are versions of the Bible for every reading preference. I personally like those with modern language, such as the New King James or The Living Bible. They are much easier to understand than texts with older language. If you haven’t read the Bible in some time, a trip through the gospel of Mark or John is a good place to start.

Colossians 3: 16 states “Let the word of Christ richly dwell within you.” That’s the New American Standard, by the way. Finding that richness is way more valuable than finding a batch of kittens and just as exciting.

 Do you have a favorite version of the Bible? A favorite study guide? Tips to help others get started reading the Good Book? If you send them in, I will try to incorporate them into a blog next month. Until then, keep reading!

The Book Reading at Touchmark Retirement Center

For the past year, I’ve belonged to a writer’s group that meets weekly. I started because I needed unbiased eyes to read my material. Seven of us have met regularly since then. Others come and go, depending on their schedules and need for literary help.

There are many types of writer’s groups. Some are only for one genre, such as fantasy, fiction or nonfiction. Some are for just woman or just men. They may be affiliated with universities or bookstores.

 Ours is none of the above. Yesterday the readings were from a couple memoirs, poetry, a western, a violent children’s fantasy, an action fantasy and some Christian fiction. Our group, Dakota Writers, was launched several years ago by OLLI, the Osher Lifelong Learning Institute. Today it runs on its own.

Our members are doctors, teachers, social workers, in public relations, in fast food, and a journalist, along with one bus driver and a cowboy. Most of them are university graduates. In the past year, at least three members have published articles or books.

While writing is solitary work, meeting with the Dakota Writers is noisy. So noisy that we depend on a bell to quiet everyone down and a timer to make sure each person has a fair share of time for reading and discussion. Sometimes, like a kindergartener, you have to raise your hand to be heard.

The group is not subtle. Unlike kindergarten, you don’t get stars for coloring poorly. No, when you’ve finished reading, everyone talks at once, launching into what is wrong with your format, and pointing out typos, redundant language or the disconnect between page one and two.

I love this group. They challenge and frustrate me at times, but I am thrilled when they have an arresting suggestion or point out a flaw I absolutely couldn’t see. My writing is better for having read it aloud to them and for their forthright evaluation.

Not that it’s easy. Reading before the group is a lot like baring your soul, because writing is so very personal. Although I’ve received my share of “constructive” criticism, one of my best moments came last fall. I had taken the first few pages of my historical novel to them. This manuscript is the essence of my life’s work, my baby, part of my soul. (Still unpublished.)

After they had ripped apart the work of a couple previous readers, I was up next. What if they tore apart my beloved first chapter? I thought about tucking the pages in my notebook and leaving. Instead, I found some gumption and began to read aloud. When I finished, there was an unusual hush in the room. It turned out they liked my story! They had minimal suggestions. My spirit soared.

Recently, I was thrilled when several members attended my first public reading of “By the Banks of Cottonwood Creek.” I joined the writers group because I needed unbiased eyes to read my work. Since then the members of Dakota Writers have become friends as well.

For information on starting a writer’s group, check out the Writer’s Digest website at www.writersdigest.com.

Quote of the day: “I guide you in the way of wisdom and lead you along straight paths.” Proverbs 4: 11

Dr. Walter and Carolyn Frank attended the Book Read

My “publicity tour” may have peaked last week. A radio interview, book reading and book signing were enough glamour for this prairie chick. New York television appearances will have to wait.

At one point, I lounged on a kitchen stool and listened to my radio interview being rebroadcast on KNDR, complete with book giveaway. I said to my husband, “Wow! We’re living the dream!” That was Wednesday.

Those summit moments are rare and must be treasured. Reality lives between them. The evening before the radio interview, when I planned to prepare for it, I instead became a Refrigerator Repair Assistant. An ominous drip had developed in the fridge, so my handy husband pushed it to the middle of the kitchen and cleaned the coils with the vacuum. My job was to turn the vacuum on and off, on and off. It took the better part of the evening.

Thursday I was back in the dream. I did a Book Read at Touchmark Retirement Center. I read a few portions of By the Banks of Cottonwood Creek. (Since it was a hot day, I read part of the snowstorm chapter.) The audience asked questions and I signed some copies of the book. It was a feel-good moment in time: A lovely setting in the chapel. A respectable audience of readers and writers from the community, as well as Touchmark residents. I hugged that moment for the rest of the week as I continued to “live the dream.”

Marvia Boettcher and Betty Mills at the Book Read.

It’s not all glamour, I told myself as I drove to K-Mart in 98-degree heat on Friday. I needed a couple bags of Tootsie Rolls for a book signing at Huntington Books in Mandan on Saturday.

I had no idea how unglamourous it would get. The plan was to be in front of the bookstore under a canopy for a couple hours. The Wild West Rib Fest would be in full swing just up the street. With throngs of people moving up and down the sidewalk, I even wondered if I should bring an extra supply of books.

It was hot on Saturday. So hot the chefs at the grill fest probably turned off their grills and let the meat sizzle in the sun. The temperature hovered at 105 degrees for hours. The book signing was moved into the tiny air-conditioned shop entry so I wouldn’t melt like a deserted ice cream cone. Traffic disappeared. People were probably sprawled in the lowest (coolest) level of their houses remembering how a few months earlier they’d yearned for summer. The dream fizzled instead of sizzled.

In wrapping up this post, a couple things happened: I had first included a Will Rogers quote: “Why not go out on a limb? That’s where all the best fruit is.” Last evening I decided to delete it, shut down the computer and went downstairs to read my devotional for the day. Then a very strange thing happened. The reading for the day was headlined “Risk your life and get more than you ever dreamed,” a paraphrase of Luke 19: 26 in The Message. A few lines down was a challenge: “If you want ‘more than you ever dreamed,’ you’ve got to go out on a limb. That’s where the best fruit is.”

What are the chances of coming across that same quote on the same day?

The second irony happened this morning. As regular readers know, I get my morning attitude adjustment from the comic page of the Bismarck Tribune. This morning the Zits teenage character is “living the dream”! He finally got a job, at a supermarket. He is hoping to be promoted to smashing melons into a dumpster. Ah, we each have our own dreams, don’t we?

I can’t help but feel there are readers out there who need to begin living their dreams, whether it be writing the great American novel or smashing melons. So, dear readers, is there a dream burning in your heart? If so, why not seek the Lord’s direction and then begin the journey?

To hear the radio interview, go to http://kndr.fm/program/interview. Check out the community activities at Touchmark at www.touchmarkbismarck.com. In addition, you can find Huntington Books at Facebook.com/HuntingtonBooks, or better yet, stop in at this “novel” book shop on Main Street in Mandan.

Writing update:

The sequel to By the Banks of Cottonwood Creek is now underway. To devote more time to the book, Prairie Lighthouse posts will become less regular. However, I have a lot more topics in mind, so be sure to sign up on the website, www.gaylelarsonschuck.com, so you receive the blog post alerts by email.

A few weeks ago, I had the jitters when my book, “By the Banks of Cottonwood Creek,” became available in my hometown. Here is the update: friends and family in LaMoure have been very gracious! Thank you.

I’m especially grateful, because of a bad experience I once caused by dishing out criticism to an author. I had read a new book called, “What I’m Going to Do, I Think” by Larry Woiwode, a former North Dakotan. Young and brash, I wrote a letter to him saying I didn’t like his book.

Months later, on Memorial Day to be exact, the phone rang at 5 a.m. Now, my father had just undergone cancer surgery and he wasn’t doing so well. Certainly, the phone jangling in the predawn could only mean my brother was calling with bad news.

Instead, the voice on the other end said, “Hi, I’m Larry Woiwode and I want to know why you don’t like my book.”

It took me a full minute to figure out the call wasn’t about my father, but about a cheeky letter I had written months before. The next 45 minutes were rather awkward. I tried to articulate (at 5 a.m., wearing my jammies) what I didn’t like about the book and scrambled to remember parts that were really good!

Years later, Woiwode told me more about his side of the phone call. He’d been away working on his upcoming novel, Beyond the Bedroom Wall, and got back to New York in the middle of the night. He stayed up reading What I’m Going to Do, I Think fan mail, hoping to hear from someone in his home state. I was the first person to write from North Dakota.

My critical words were a real downer for him. Imagine that. He’d won the William Faulkner award for that book. He wrote for the New Yorker and other big-name publications, and hung out with famous people like Robert De Niro, but what I wrote still mattered to him.

That lesson still stings. Our words are powerful, whether we’re talking with our family or a famous author. For me, learning to speak kindly and keep some opinions to myself is a lifelong process. I don’t always get it right, but hope to live by Colossians 4: 6, which states, “Let your conversation be gracious and attractive so that you will have the right response for everyone.”

Larry Woiwode is a giant in American literature and he is honored in North Dakota as the state’s Poet Laureate and a recipient of the North Dakota Roughrider Award. I fell in love with Beyond the Bedroom Wall on the first page and it is still among my favorite books.

Now that the hometown jitters are calmed, I have microphone jitters. My first book reading will be at the Touchmark Retirement Center next week. This neat place is just a few blocks from our home and I exercise there. They usually see this prairie chick sweating in the fitness center, so maybe watching me sweat in front of a microphone will be a step up.

Here is a great quote to live by: “Sandwich every bit of criticism between two layers of praise.” Mary Kay Ash

When will you learn to look past what you see?” Mary Poppins.

This week I went to see the musical Mary Poppins at the Sleepy Hollow Theatre & Arts Park. On a perfect July evening, as the sun went down and the stars came out, a host of youth put on a stellar performance of the beloved musical.

I haven’t seen Mary Poppins for a while and its practical wisdom surprised and delighted me. It made me think about learning to look past what I can see. Too often adversity and affliction block our view and blind us to the fact that good things can come out of trying situations. When we dwell on our problems, fear sets in and we are less likely to overcome them. We let our fears get the best of us!

Here is my favorite definition of FEAR: False Evidence Appearing Real. Did you know a huge percentage of what we fear never happens? That is why it’s so important to dwell on God’s promises and tell ourselves the truth. Scriptures such as, “No weapon formed against you will prosper,” Isaiah 54: 17, and this one from Psalms 34: 6, “This poor man cried, and the Lord heard him, and saved him out of all his troubles,” can calm and encourage us.

Mary Poppins had lots of good advice. She said a spoonful of sugar could make the medicine go down in the most delightful way. Since we occasionally have to eat our words, we should make them sweet. In the New Living translation of the Bible, Proverbs 16: 24 states that, “Kind words are like honey—sweet to the soul and healthy for the body.” Our words are powerful! A few kind words can make someone’s day and a good sense of humor can help us through almost any difficulty.

One of the musical’s most memorable songs is, “Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!” Richard M. Sherman, co-writer of the song, wryly observed “it was something to say when you have nothing to say.” Think about that. Instead of complaining when things don’t go right, we should shout out, “supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!” We’d lift ourselves and everyone around us.

The week’s blog post photo has nothing to do with Mary Poppins and everything to do with her advice. What can you see in the photo beyond the mown hayfield and row of trees is “Salem Sue.”

“Salem Sue” is a 38-foot high fiberglass Holstein sculpture located at New Salem, N.D. Built in 1974 in honor of the dairy industry, she sits atop a high hill. From her vantage point on the hill, the cars and trucks passing by on the Interstate 94 look like toys. Beyond the fields of alfalfa, a windmill farm is visible and the view of the rolling prairie is magnificent.

May we, like Mary Poppins, look beyond the obvious and see the possibilities God has put before us. Wishing you a view as big as Salem Sue’s.

The view of Morton County, N.D. from Salem Sue’s viewpoint.

Salem Sue, a grand old gal!