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We have two teenage grandsons, Alex and Max. Both are basketball players. Perhaps someday they will show up here at St. John’s and, if they do, it’s ok to let them know that you’ve already heard about them from their “Oma.”  That’s what they call me. It’s German for grandmother and my husband is known as “Opa.” When appropriate I share stories about them. This is an old story that happened when Alex was only three and Max was just a baby.  I had just read the story of “Sachi” and was so moved by the possibility of recovering the memory of God that I couldn’t resist asking Alex if he could tell me about God .

Ok.  Let me back up a bit and tell the “Sachi” story for those of you who haven’t heard it.

It goes something like this:  Soon after her parents brought her new baby brother home from the hospital, Sachi began asking her parents to be left alone with him.  Being only four years old her parents were concerned about how she might unintentionally harm the new baby. However they had observed how she was always gentle with the baby and seemed to love him without restraint.  They decided it might be alright to leave her alone with baby, leaving the door ajar just enough so they could observe.  Sachi approached the baby and putting her face up close to his she said, “Baby, tell me what God feels like.  I’m starting to forget.”

While driving home from church on that Easter Sunday so many years ago with both Alex and Max in my car, I simply asked Alex if he could tell me about God.  His answer – “ask Max, he knows.”

It has become somewhat of a natural response to difficult questions in our family.  If you don’t know the answer, “ask Max, he knows.”

Here you are mid-way through your interim time and it’s time to “ask Max.”  “What’s next?”  “How much longer will we have an interim rector?” Max doesn’t seem to know these answers, at least, not yet!  But I’ll keep asking him.

In the meantime, this in-between time, there’s still lots going on here and I am excited to get into the mix and find my way in your midst. For starters, I’m looking forward to this Sunday’s Adult Education:  Transitions Between 60 and 100.  I fit into that forty year span and I can hardly wait to hear what’s in store for me as I continue toward my century mark.

When the boys were about four and seven my husband asked them what they wanted to do when they grew up.  The younger one said he was going to take care of Opa. The oldest said he was going to take care of his dad.  Then, following a long pause he said, “well, maybe I’ll get him Meals on Wheels.”  When asked about Oma they both thought, and then just shrugged their shoulders. So you can see how important it is for me to check it out and see what wonderful things I have to look forward to.  Or,   .   .   .  .  .   I can just ask Max again, maybe now he knows.



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