Angel Harp by Michael Phillips


I have taken a trip to Scotland, Port Scarnose, Scotland. I enjoyed the companionship of Marie Buchan a harpist. Marie Buchan is the main character who travels from Canada to Scotland. Her main goal is to put the pieces back together in her life. With difficulty she has been striving to regather her wits after the loss of her husband. They were married for six years. While in Scotland Marie meets Gwendolyn, a sick little girl, Gwendolyn's aunt, Curate Iain and the  long ago friend, the Duke of Buchan castle and other villagers. Each person comes to meet Marie with more than a handshake. Each person has a personal problem. Marie strums the souls of these people as well she might her harp with love and care. The people pour out their problems over a cup of tea or while walking through the rooms of the castle.

I enjoyed the Scottish novel. I found myself stumbling over the Scottish brogue at times. I also discovered people are alike around the world. People need a kind, listening ear. People also grapple with the same age old problems: forgiveness, overcoming grief, bitterness and jealousy. While our problems are the same around the globe God's way of dealing with our heartaches seem always new, unique to our individuality. In the end the glory goes to  HIM for walking us through and out of the storms. In a way each person is a prodigal needing "to go home to God."Angel Harp

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