Spring is coming, slowly

If you live in Northern Indian you know spring was late coming in 2018.  I’m told that Indiana farmers are concerned about the abundance of rain that keep them out of their fields.  I go to sleep each night to the song, “The Farmer Feeds them all.”  Here are the words of this reminding song   Click here for the words pictures and music.   If you want to hear the song sung in country style click here.

This forenoon it was rainy, but I believe it will be clear enough for me to ride my scooter to the grocery store for avocados.  The avocado is the prime ingredient for my evening smoothee.   Cousin Nate and Kathy Lehman used their iphone for a face to face telephone call this morning.  He sent me by email the title of a book he recommends. It is:   “What about Now?” By Gina Lake, available on Amazon. We are reading “Radical Happiness” also by Gina Lake.  I also recommend any book by Gina.”

In return I told them about “The Same Different as me” which is the story of an unlikely friendship between a white millionaire art dealer and a black sharecropper who is an illiterate and homeless man who lived on the streets of Fort Worth.  These two men were brought together for a life-long friendship by a woman who was forgiving, caring and insightful. The men learned that they were the same despite their vast differences.

Joyce and I read another book that stretched our understanding of cultural differences and scientific dilemmas.  The book title is The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks.  Henrietta produced cancer cells that continued to live and multiply after they were excised from her body. The immortality of her cancer cells gave scientists the opportunity to experiment with them and find cures for many difficult diseases that plague humans.  The history of these cells was researched  by a persistent white reporter named Rebecca Skloot.  This lead her to a small community south of Baltimore, Maryland.

Joyce and I have each lived a long time.  In 2000 the average life in the USA was 77; in 2015 the average span was 79 years. Joyce is older than that and so am I.   As we read about Henrietta Lacks we wondered if the immortality of her cancer cells has anything to do with our longevity.

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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