TMennonite published the opinion of John M. Miller in which he questioned the basis for our church unity. Miller is a retired minister whose credentials are held by the Lancaster Mennonite Conference. His opinion encourages this old man. Click on the link to his opinion. It is my gift to you.
The celebration of my 89th birthday began in the Friday afternoon game group. Days ago “My Joy” asked me to name my favorite cake. “Fruit cake,” I said. So she made a delicious cake laced with white raisins, nuts, carrot and pineapple bits for me to share with the game group. Others brought plastic plates, cloth napkns, water cups, and cutlery. After eating cake we played “skippo” and “down the river and up the river”.
The center piece of the Saturday evening meal was the oyster stew that I had requested. (They asked me what I hungered for.) No one in the family had made oyster stew before, so they googled for a recipe. The result was a delicious stew made by my grandson. He explained to me that “cooking is an art,” and I believe him.
Sunday dinner was to be a gala affair with seventeen at the table. Friday evening I went with My Joy for her to order a cake with “Happy 89th Birthday” written on it. But plans went awry when both Rachel and Eldon came down with a viral infection. Guests were informed of the possibility of infection in our house, the party was cancelled, and the “cake” was put in the freezer.
Conrad’s children were leaving for Florida on Sunday evening, so I suggested we enjoy Sunday noon with them at Olive Gardens. (Rhoda always wanted special events to be at Olive Gardens.) So, remembering her, nine of us went to Elkhart to do more birthday celebrating. (My Joy and I first went to College Church and enjoyed an easily understood sermon on “Compassion” by Pastor Phil, then we skipped Sunday School to go to Elkhart.)
My Joy and I arrived first and the Olive Garden’s staff prepared a table for nine. The others soon arrived and we had an unhurried meal. The restaurant provided me with a piece of cake of my choice, and the assistant director came to make sure we were all satisfied and happy. What more could a man want? O yes, we won’t forget the cake in the freezer.