My Grandma Jones
I read an interesting statement the other day about grandparents— Grandparents are both our past and our future. Quotations like this have become much more interesting to me since being a grandparent. I have the blessing of being a grandparent to five great young people, with two more soon to be added via upcoming summer weddings. My favorite trip as a boy was the four-and-a-half-hour journey to the home of my Grandmother, Maude Jones. She lived twenty miles from Muncie, Indiana, in a little town in Randolph County called Modoc. Many of my early lessons of faith came from Grandma Jones.
Married to a Methodist preacher, she was widowed and left with four children when my father was just a little over a year old. My first impression of prayer came from my mother as she prayed with me each night at bedtime, but an impression that will never leave me came from my Grandma Jones.
Sometimes when we stayed overnight at her house, my brother and I would sleep in the parlor next to her bedroom. On one such visit during my teen years, my brother was asleep, and I was wide awake watching the flame through the glass of the oil stove in the middle of the room. Suddenly, I heard my grandmother talking. I started to answer her, but then realized she wasn’t talking to me. She prayed for close to an hour that night. She prayed for each of her children and their spouses, for each of her grandchildren by name, for her pastor and her church, her neighbors, and for missionaries she knew. I can still hear her quiet voice in my mind. I think the impression that penetrates my memory is what I learned from her about the work of prayer.
I know that night meant more to me than any lecture in a prayer class ever could. As a grandparent, I pray that I might have that kind of impression upon my grandkids.
A good man leaves an inheritance to his children’s children. (Proverbs 13:22)
Services at the New Carlisle Community Church are each Sunday morning at 11:00am.