I heard from one of our readers that one of our Catches earned a spot on his refrigerator. I am humbled and honored. Knowing what’s on my refrigerator tells me that I am in one of the most prestigious places in the home that a piece of writing or work of art could be. Such positioning rivals a museum, a gallery, or the front page of a newspaper, and today — even the Oscars. Refrigerator art is as close to someone’s heart as a writer can get. It is that hollowed white space in between children’s sketches, the current soccer schedule and a magnetic strip with the plumber’s phone number on it.

Our refrigerator, for the longest time, has been a gallery of Chandler’s art work. There are no judges rules for this contest. Only his originality counts. If he did it, it’s worthy of a spot.

What about you? What’s on your refrigerator door?

Things that inspire you?

Things that signal an achievement of some kind?

Things that capture something learned you don’t want to forget?

Things that remember a moment?

Things that recall to you the people you love — their first attempts at art or poetry?

You can be sure that if God has a refrigerator, you’re on it. It’s plastered with pictures you’ve done, places you have been, things you have written. He’s prouder than any earthly father could ever be of you. This is better than an Oscar. He’s got your number and your picture, and He wants everyone to know.