My Oma passed away last week at the amazing age of 103. She experienced everything from Russian Revolution to the Wireless Revolution. In my years of knowing Oma, she exhibited a steadiness of faith and spirit that was remarkably consistent. If here granddaughters visited her wearing pants she always reminded them they should be wearing skirts. When it was time to leave Oma's house she would climb on top of the armrest of her couch to reach into the folds at the top of the curtains to retrieve 5 or 10 dollars as a gift for you (Oma didn't believe in banks).
Faith through the lens of Oma's life exhibited a kind of consistency that makes our world seem incredibly flaky. People seem to change jobs, friends, cities, marriages and beliefs like they change their...you fill in the blank. In a world full of people that are looking desperately for something to hold onto we seem awfully poor at finding what we're looking for. We seem to think there must be something better than what I've got out there.
Jesus told his audience that real life giving peace came from him. Oma exhibited that kind of peace. I never heard her complain about loosing her first husband to the Soviets or her second to old age. I always saw a generosity of heart and a strength of spirit. This week we celebrate the life of a Christ-follower who reflected Jesus to four generations. She handed down a faith the each of her children have passed on. It is said that the true test of parenting is seen through the grandchildren. Oma's done well.
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