by Mark Weinrich
When I was six or seven, I began a ritual that carried on through my elementary years. I loved finding the first new penny of the new year, whether 61’ or 62’ it was something special, all shiny and new, with the date stamped fresh and clean. It was like a birthday present to myself, and often traveled through the laundry. “Mark, why is there always one penny in your pocket? Mom asked. I really didn’t know, or realize that billions of shiny, new pennies were produced every year, probably as many as the world population then. But like Jesus leaving the ninety-nine to find the lost sheep, that search and discovery brought happiness to me, like the celebration when Jesus found the wayward sheep. And among the billions when I was sixteen, He found me. And while the angels rejoiced, I was made shiny and new, as if I was the only one.
Mark Weinrich lives a creative life as a writer, photographer, musician, and artist—all wrapped together in an outdoorsman. He is a retired pastor and nine-year cancer survivor. His writing and photography have appeared in over 130 news stand, inspirational, and literary publications. He has sold eight children’s books and currently has two fantasy novels on Kindle.