True to God's Love
A reflection on Proper 17B: Song of Solomon 2:8-13 and James 1:17-27 My great-grandparents taught me about the value of music and an appreciation for the earth as God’s creation. They were farmers in southern Idaho. The house was a yellow Victorian with an old turret that housed my great grandmothers’ sewing machine and fabrics for quilting. In the morning we had fresh strawberries and milk for breakfast. Later we would homemade chicken pot pie for supper, and in the evening my great grandmother played the piano and sang old ragtime classics like “Frankie and Johnny.” I can still hear my great grandmother as she played and sang: Frankie and Johnny were lovers Oh lordy, how they could love Swore to be true to each other Just as true as the stars above He was her man, but he done her wrong My great grandparents inspired my love of gardening.. For some reason I don’t know, my great grandparents left the Mormon Church a...