Recovery with Joy

The Parables

On the Sunday morning after the experience with the ER personnel, I decided not to drive alone to the  College Mennonite Church, and went instead with daughter Rachel to the Waterford Mennonite Church where they are members.  The morning program featured a Goshen College group known as “The Parables.”  By song and story they gave us a beautiful and  powerful message.

If you click on the link indicated by The Parables you will find that one of the group is named Becky Snider, from Broadway, Virginia. The more I gazed on her beautiful face the more I was reminded of Snider friends who had served for a time as pastor of a Mennonite Church in Florida. I was a guest many times in their home and remembered that they were the parents of a precocious little girl whom they parented with skill and love.  After the meeting I spoke with Becky and learned that indeed she was the little girl of my memory.

Yes, I certainly did get a taste of the pumpkin cake made according to the recipe in this link.  We have a blender, but elected to use the colander.  Rachel says she now has enough frozen pumpkin for several more cakes.  She had used the recipe once before and the family asked her to do it again and again.

In addition, the women of the family made a traditional spaghetti and meat sauce dish that can be traced to the early days of our ministry in Tampa.  We were guests of an Italian home for dinner and it turned out to be a clash of cultures.  In our hostess’s Italian culture the guest  leaves some food on the plate as a sign of sufficiency and satisfaction; In our Dutch culture the guest is taught from infancy to clean the plate.  The spaghetti was wonderfully delicious, and we dutifully cleaned our plates which was a signal to our hostess to drop more spaghetti on our plates.  And we felt duty bound to clean our plates again, and again, and she felt bound to fill them again and again. Wow, what a contest.
On Sunday afternoon, My Joy came to spend some time with me.  On Monday I made an appointment with the Nurse Practitioner who monitors my health quite closely.  She happens to be the daughter of an old friend of mine who still lives in eastern Pennsylvania.  Then I called the people in South Bend from whom I got my CPAP and said I wish they would check it for me.  They said, You don’t need an appointment, just come any time this week.
So I called My Joy.  I asked if she would go with me to South Bend, and she said, yes, can we go this afternoon and I will drive.  But she had changed her mind by the time I got to her apartment. She thought it might be best if I drove. So we took the 35 mile trip to South Bend and returned through snow blizzard.  The snow melted as soon as it hit the ground. Sometimes I am asked if I still drive my car.  I do, and you understand that My Joy trusts me.

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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3 Responses to Recovery with Joy

  1. Jewel Harman Shenk says:

    Loved the info in your blog RE: Becky Snider. Note the spelling of Snider. She is indeed my nephew Craig’s daughter. I joined my sister last spring as we attended the music events around Mary Oyer’s 80th birthday weekend celebration. (I took the Pioneer Trails bus… and you gave me a ride to the bus for my return. In fact I met your Joy at lunch that day.) I recall seeing you at the Fri. concert, too.

    Becky did her Study abroad in South America this past summer. She is a music major at Goshen and very involved in various music groups. Additionally she is starting the experience of a music teacher in the local schools there. Perhaps she told you about herself???
    Her paternal grandfather, Sandy Snider passed away with leukemia 2010. His parents you knew when they lived at Sunnyside: Katie and Sanford Snider. His widow, my sister Gloria, like you is trying to adjust to life without her spouse. Becky’s maternal grandparents are Peggy and Jay B. Landis, Prof. at EMU. Now retired.

    • Jewel, Thanks for the correct spelling of Snider. I have corrected it in the post. Do you remember the name of the church that Craig pastored? I remember the setting, and that he did excellent work with the children of the church. As I recall he preached two or three sermons a month and asked me to come occasionally to spell him off. I remember one specific incident with an adult in that church. She asked me what I used as a resource for my sermons. I mentioned the computer as a helpful resource. She said that her husband will have nothing to do with a computer because he said that the computer was of the Devil. I told her that when Jesus touched an unclean person he did not become unclean. Instead, the unclean person became clean. So it is with the computer.

  2. Peter Oakley says:

    Martin, what a hoot! That Italian/Dutch culture clash you describe had me laughing out loud. Glad you’re up and around, and getting out once in a while with your Joy.

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