Let me be clear

While riding on my scooter and enjoying the green grass of spring I came on twigs from the last spring. They were broken, brown branches and dry, a bit of history from which we may  learn.

Let it be clear that I agree with the Apostle  Paul when he wrote,  “For what we (Paul, Timothy and Titus) preach is not ourselves (mere humanness)  but Jesus Christ as Lord, (Savior, redeemer and High Priest}  and ourselves (made of the same stuff as you are) as your servants for Jesus’ sake.”   2 Cor. 4:5

The pixie preacher on the second Sunday of Eastertide gave me more hope

A friend commented to me after my last post about moving from doubt to hope and joy that he and his wife  have long learned to love people without celebrating their sin, or ours. I replied that I do not see how my post could be interpreted to mean that I celebrate anyone’s sin. No more than the prodigal’s father could be understood to celebrate his son’s sin when he threw a feast on his son’s return. I was celebrating the evidence that CMC’s statement had been healing as was intended.

This exchange reminded me of a serindipitus  moment as I entered the first evening banquet at the Minorities Ministries Council reunion.  I was immediately recognized by one of the elders who exclaimed so all could hear — the bishop, the bishop is here.  Let me touch him to see if he is real, not a ghost.  He proceeded to exclaim over my halo. I was embarrassed.

After we were seated the master of ceremonies whispered in my ear that she would call on me to pray a short prayer.  I told her I didn’t know how to pray long prayers.  Assured of my consent, she announced the prayer before I had time to formulate even a short one

One quilt out of many patches

The prayer was something like this:  We are gathered here as sinners, with halos.  We are here as one and we come as one to the One who is One.

Then I prayed a blessing on the food before us and for the hands that  prepared it.  The meal was sumptuous. The hands must have been brown, black, red, yellow and white that gathered, processed, and delivered the food prepared for our consuming.

We are connected
all with halos from the One
the God of all grace  




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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2 Responses to Let me be clear

  1. Cousin Connie in PA! says:

    Dearest Martin,
    Thanks for your integrity and humility. Keep up the good work! Many Christians have chosen the religion of Christianity rather than Christian faith. Jesus broke the boundaries of religion and was killed for it by religious leaders. God bless and keep you!

    • I forget all the cousins Rhoda gave me. Thank you dearest Connie for coming out “of the woodwork” as we sat. I am enjoying Spring and my relatives. I am celebrating the good slow loss of 30 lbs.

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