A Wise Word from a Grandmother

A rose for my Joy on her birthday

A rose for my Joy on her birthday

Yesterday was Sunday and Crystal found her way to her cage as usual, and I found my way to sit beside my “Joy” in College Mennonite Church.  The testimony of the morning was given by one of our two young moms in pastoral ministry. She said that having such young moms in pastoral ministry is an innovation for the Mennonite church.  She told us how God is being revealed to her by the questions asked by the elder of her two young sons.

The “mom” pastor

The young mom pastor revealed that her mother had advised her not to teach a  child  something that  she knew she would need to “un-teach” later.  That seems insightful   to me. I hoped that a church that relates so closely to a college would hear these wise words from a grandmother.

Perhaps the church’s discipleship commission should form a special task group composed of some college faculty members, and some persons responsible for teaching children in the church.  The task force would seek  ways for nurturers to avoid teaching children what they would need to unlearn later in some college or seminary. Laying a good foundation for preschoolers’ faith while preparing them for later education seems important to me.


The new cupboard on the left

Sunday dinner was important also.  On the way from church to dinner my Joy said, don’t you dare tell them that tomorrow is my birthday.  I solemnly promised her not to say a word, but I was smiling  inside  because I knew I  had already told them, and plans  had been made to celebrate  her birthday along with Eldon’s 65th birthday later this month.


New cupboards, dish washer, range, and refrigerator/freezer

For the first time our family – Rachel and Eldon and a collection of their children and grandchildren, and Conrad and his two children, and my “Joy” and I gathered to eat around the new table in the remodeled kitchen/dining room.  We agreed that there there was room for at least two more guests at the table.   Conrad’s two children, Diana and Zach will return to their home in Florida before another Sunday, and we will miss them much.

Note:  my camera wasn’t working that day so there are no pictures of people at the new table.

About Martin Lehman

I was born 92 years ago, the son of a Mennonite pastor and organic gardener in Franklin County, Pennsylvania. At age 10 I was baptized as a member of the Marion Mennonite Church. I own the "Old Fool" moniker because I want to walk the Jesus Way even though the world and much of the church takes me as a fool for doing so. In my life I have moved from being a young conservative to an elderly radical. I tell that story in My Faith Journey posted on my website.
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