REMEMBERING
ONE WHO SERVED
In the
beginning, the elohim created skies and earth.
Welcome back. Let's think
about my grandfather.
My grandfather was in
the Philippines near the end of World War II, presumably with General
MacArthur. He was a chaplain in the army.
I asked him once what he thought
about the atom bomb being dropped on Japan. He said that he and other
soldiers feared that Hitler possessed a secret weapon. They all rejoiced
to learn that ours was the world leader who possessed it.
He was a yellow dog Democrat,
presumably because of FDR. He married a Republican. He told me once that I needed to get another
job every time a Republican gets elected president.
He was born in Alabama. He was
raised to be a fundamentalist and a segregationist, but life changed him on
both counts. Near the end of his life he admitted at a family reunion
that he no longer believed Jesus would return during his lifetime.
Sometime during the 1970s, he
stopped using the N-word, and all of its variations, to describe black people,
and not long after that he stopped using the world “colored.” He would
not have been happy if any of his family had married a person of another race, but
I believe he would have accepted it.
He was not a great preacher nor was
he a deep thinker. In his personal library he owned no great books except
a volume of Whitman's poetry. He kept a set of the Interpreter's Dictionary of the
Bible tucked away on a bottom
shelf in his office. When I began reading it, I saw no evidence that he
had ever opened it. Maybe he had, but he would not have liked what he
read.
Like most of us, my grandfather was
obscure and ambivalent throughout his life. A lot of people loved him,
but few in his family sought him out for company.
I spent a lot more time with him
than most. I tend to be amiable and to find something amiable in
everyone. He was grumpy, cantankerous, stubborn, narrow minded, yet I
loved him when he could be happy.
He was a mystery to me, but I
remember him at this time every year because he served during a bloody time in
world history.
Blessings...
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