My grandson, who is all grown up now and a Catholic priest, is one of God’s greatest gifts to me. I loved him as a little boy and love him as a man.
We have ongoing discussions about faith. I tell him he has to be patient with me as I have been a Protestant much longer than he has been a Catholic. (Bet he is grinning as he reads this.)
I’ve had pretty heavy doses of the Anglican faith. (I was involved there for the first 12 years of my life), and I attended all the Pentecostal and Baptist Vacation Bible Schools available every summer for about five years and spent many years in the United Church. I’ve been a Presbyterian for about 25 years. But Catholics were not on my horizon until daughter Lyn married one…it opened a lot of doors I had never entered before.
I have attempted to explain to him the simplicity of being Presbyterian…no symbolic clothing or traditions, although George, our minister, does wear a clerical collar on Sundays. No meat free Lenten traditions, no adoration of Mary or the saints…although we do name our churches after saints…(explain this to me please.)
I went on to discuss how my husband never wore a wedding ring, but everyone knew by his life style that he was married and although I used to write letters I now use the computer or the phone to communicate…the method I use doesn’t matter, as long as I get the message across. It is how we live and how we communicate that tells others about us and what we believe.
And God has such special ways of using us…He knows our needs and the needs of others and in a unique way he places us just exactly where those needs can be met, so my grandson preaches in a Catholic sanctuary and I sit in a small Presbyterian church, praising the Lord I love. God knows our hearts and that is what is important.
So my emails to this special young man, fly from computer to computer and I thank God for this gift of a grandson who loves the Lord like I do.