One Preacher to Another –


The approach to the entrance of the Waterford Church’s natural trail.

Perhaps the Old Fool should clarify the characters in this series of essays on “From One Preacher to Another.”  The Old Fool is the preacher; but who is the “another?” Sometimes it appears be a particular preacher, but mostly it is the reader, whoever that is.  The Old Fool writes with the hope that each reader will find something of interest in the post and benefit from it.

Last Sunday our preacher at College Mennonite Church used the word, epistemology, which has to do with many facets of knowing.  Our preacher said he knows a lot of chemistry is required to compound the flavors of a peach or mango, but when the sweet juices of either fruit flows over the tastebuds of his mouth he is moved to thank God for it. The Old Fool reacts in the same way to other of life’s good gifts.

The worship service concluded with the baptism of a young college student.  First, she gave her testimony from the podium.  Then a pastor went with her and her friends to the memorial garden which is a part of the church complex.  In the garden nurtured by the ashes of the dead, the young woman dedicated her self to a new life of service empowered by the Holy Spirit.

the baptism was followed by another ceremony.  Everyone, including the children, were annointed with oil and blessed so that they may be a blessing to others.  Making  good use of available technology, the ceremonies were seen on the video screens available to the congregation.  The Old Fool enjoyed the ambiance.

Approaching the end of the nature trail; the Waterford Church is over the brow of the hill.

After singing the sending hymn and receiving the benediction, The Old Fool joined a group that is exploring church membership at College Mennonite Church.   The group was given a tour church facilities.  In the basement of the church we saw the rooms used for children’s activities during the week.  We looked into a large room where senior youth were seated in a large circle studying their Bibles.  In another room junior high youth were playing basketball.  The Old Fool did not even know the church had a basement. He was glad for this learning experience.

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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