When our girls were still quite young, my husband Norm
and I moved our family from our fast-paced life and work in Chicago to
Saskatoon, Saskatchewan, where Norm had accepted a teaching position. Feeling a
bit like Abraham and Sarah, we made a radical change of landscape.
Last summer we attended a family reunion in Alberta that commemorated my husband's family's 60 years in Canada. The weekend was filled with games, food and a worship service that included the first hymns that the German immigrant family had learned in English.
I'd like to have words with Paul about his pastoral strategy in this
week's epistle lesson. "I have become all things to all people." Oh,
really? These words feed my insecurities and neuroses. And they inform,
more than I wish, my job description and annual evaluation.
No one knows her name. She may have been widowed, for she lived with two younger men who were not her sons. Their boyish enthusiasms might have made her laugh. It’s also pleasant to think that her daughter had inherited her features—whether she was stocky, or had a slender build and expressive eyes.