November 9, 2008
Grandma Comes to Church
The city's transportation workers are on strike. I hadn't given it too much thought until I got a call from my mother-in-law asking if she could come to church with us. Mimi, who uses a walker to get around, doesn't drive anymore. She depends on the city's special transit service to get to and from her home church, which is on the far end of the other side of town.
During worship today, I watched Jillian wedge her way between Dan and his mom. Before long, she was resting against her grandma's side and snuggling close. It made me think about all of the other grandparents I see passing their faith on to their grandchildren. At the front of our church, you'll find Sharon with her three grandkids, and at the back of the sanctuary, you'll always see Buddy with his two. Sharon and Buddy are the bookends for all of the grandparents who sit in our church's middle pews, sneaking peppermints to their grandkids and letting them use their shoulders as pillows.