Generosity all around


A petunia growing among my stones. l to r. from Everlades, birthplace, Grand Canyon, Pike’s peak, & Virginia.

Leaving the wonders of the Southwest behind, Greencroft welcomed me.  I discovered that the attendants had cleaned my “castle,” and locked its doors. My Joyce had watered my small container flowers placed among the memory stones on my small patio.  I was cared for.

As I type this, the thermometer in the sun on my back porch registers 101 degrees. It is 80 degrees inside my castle.  I went outside to my flowers t0 commune with them a bit about their needs in this weather.


A picture of Christian women in Benin, West Africa

On Saturday in Fort Mohave my cousin, his son-in-law and I ate lunch with Jerry, a 91 yr old gentleman who had lost his wife only two months ago.  Jerry is a Native American of the Southwest.  He had worked as a cowboy in the Southwest and had served with the Peace Corp in West Africa.  He personified to me the gentle generosity of the region.

Jerry showed me a coffee table  type book from Africa titled Voodoo.  In the middle of the book was a section on the Christian church in Benin . The Mennonite Church assists a Bible School in Benin for African church leaders.  My son-in-law has been there so I had a special intrest in the book.  Jerry loaned me the book so I could take pictures of the pictures that were of special interest to me. When Jerry learned that I could not bring a walker with me on the plane he generously loaned his deceased wife’s deluxe walker for me to use during my stay.

Jerry led me though his garage.  On the walls of his garage hung bridles, saddles, etc., that were relics of his former life.  We went into his lappidary shop where he exercises his present hobby.  He walks in the desert to find promising stones to bring to his shop where he cuts and polishes them till they show their beauty. He buys sheets of thin leather which he cuts into narrow strips to weave into lockets to hold jewelry.  His daughter sells his handicraft.


Kathy, Natalie, Nate

My cousin told me that on the Sunday after I left his daughter wove me into her sermon. With his help I found the sermon and you may hear it (turn on your sound and click)  here.  First voice is Barry, Natalie’s husband.Be prepared for some humor and new concepts. Be generous creatures large and small.

Always generous
honor all who are near you
Loan, give and forgive

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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