Alone, but not alone

The dog, Crystal, and the Old Fool are alone. Rachel, Eldon, and Khalid left this morning for Denver, Colorado. They will stop overnight and stay tomorrow in Newton, Kansas, so Rachel can tend to business. Then they will go to a Stoltzfus family reunion south of Denver.

Crystal was very much aware that they were going to leave us. She pushed herself against my leg as we watched the luggage being packed into the Prius. Soon after the Prius drifted down the drive to begin the journey, the Old Fool began to prepare to go birding. Then Crystal quickly sensed that she was going to left alone. She ran into her cage because she knew it to be her safe place when she is alone.

But the Old Fool knows that he and Crystal are not alone. He senses that they are surrounded by the Creating and Sustaining Being who pervades the universe as fully as the air covers the earth. He felt that Presence while birding, while browsing the library, and while eating lunch with Betty, Rhoda’s youngest sister.

The Old Fool also knows that he is cared for by friends here in Goshen and by other family and friends scattered around the globe.

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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3 Responses to Alone, but not alone

  1. SaraAlice Zimmerly says:

    Yes, Martin, we are not alone. I think of that when I’m birding too. I just took a road trip (semi-alone) to Ohio for a family reunion. Nobody from our twig of the tree has ever attended since it’s always held when we are closing school and our presence is required at work. I wondered if anybody there would know me, remember our family, care what’s happened to us, or will I be alone. Stories. I’m looking for stories of the family. I wanted stories of humor, faith, courage, encouragement of one another. I didn’t want to feel alone in my extended family.
    We looked at each other and said things like, “well, I’d not recognize you anymore”, and “Do you remember?” and “I’m so glad you said that”. We wanted to share all sorts of things from recipies, plant info, travel and work experiences, how the kids are, what’s wrong, what we see God doing.
    There are people who can’t imagine such a trip. The idea that one takes time, is quiet, notices flowers, counts birds, stops to ride the lift to the natural tunnel, hears the stories of unusual people, eats bumbleberry pie, and believes God puts angels around us to prepare the way….. well, they agree that it’s a rich life but they want to go fast to something or other. Am I afraid? No, I have plenty of fuel in the car. I know how to read a map (thank you to my father). At night I am tucked into a well lit, clean and comfortable place and I’ve called home for a chat. And, all along the way I chat with God too. It’s very cool and I am not really alone.

  2. Thank for the comment. I’m wondering the name of the twig that you pursued. Was it Zimmerly or Yoder or other twig? Just curious.

    • SaraAlice Zimmerly says:

      It was the Zimmerly tree, Catherine limb, Christian branch, David twig. The Yoders , on the other hand, are from Nebraska/Iowa and Grandpa and Grandma Yoder from Goshen later. My parents met at a birthday party. I think the honored girl was to marry my dad’s brother and become my aunt .

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