On Wednesday noon, February 19, winter weather permitted us to have our weekly meeting of the Men’s Fellowship. When the men asked about My Joy I shocked them by saying “She left me.” I wiped the aghast look off their faces by explaining that she had gone to Punta Cana, Dominican Republic, to witness the wedding of her only granddaughter. The wedding site was chosen as a mid point for the Argentinian and US families involved. My Joy surprised me by a phone call on Thursday. She had just come in from the beach!
My Joy happily followed her civil engineer husband from project to project and from church to church. She understands the feelings of a stranger in a church, and with her smile she welcomed me to CMC and unintentionally won me. Her daughter married a student that she met at Hesston College. Hesston, Kansas. He was a Palestinian. Because of loyalty to his family of origin her son-in-law died while resisting an Israeli invasion of Lebanon. Their daughter is My Joy’s only great grandchild. Love usually enriches. Loyalty is often costly. Do you understand that My Joy and I have many differences to explore and enjoy.
My daughter Rachel has just returned from the Woman in Leadership Conference in Leesburg, Virginia. The conference was entitled “All You Need is Love: Honoring the Diversity of Women’s Voices in Theology.” Malinda Berry, an instructor in Theological Studies at Bethany Seminary, gave a response in which she suggested that women can be apostles to the apostles.
Malinda is the daughter of Lee Roy Berry, Jr. He grew up as a member of a farm worker family who lived in the winter season in Fruitville, East of Sarasota, Florida. When he couldn’t enter an appropriate school near his home, Mennonites from the Newtown Gospel Chapel put him on a bus to Eastern Mennonite College. He eventually attended law school and set up a law office in Goshen, Indiana and joined the faculty of Goshen College.
I have just had word (about midnight, February 24) from my son Conrad that he has My Joy and his Jill in his car, having met them both at South Bend. She left me, and she has returned. She comes to mounds of cold, rained-on, wind-evaporated,- multi refrozen – crystalized icy, dirty snow. I wonder if the Eskimos have a word for that rare kind of snow.