Lindsey and I had planned all week to go to Geneseo, Illinois to hang out with her Grandpa Raymond and Grandma Jean on her Dad’s side, then drop by her Grandpa Don and Grandma Nonnie’s, on her mother’s side. We knew it would be a busy weekend, but we knew it would be fully worth it.
I’m 26 and Lindsey is 25. If you are anywhere close to our age and God has blessed your grandparents with a long life then you might be experiencing what we are. Our grandparents are in their 70’s and 80’s and their health is failing, and we don’t know how much time we have left with them.
Unfortunately we haven’t had many spiritual conversations with our grandparents with one exception Lindsey’s grandma on her mother’s side. That leaves 3 grandparents in Lindsey’s family that we don’t have a clue where they are in regards to God. We know that the most loving thing that we can do is share (1) about God, (2) human sin nature hence separation from God, (3) the atonement and forgiveness for those who believe to be able to commune with God, (4) and the eternal life with Christ for those who believe in Him, hence eternal damnation in hell for those who don't. We feel that we have to do this no matter how offensive it is. It's difficult to start to work on soil that has grown so hard over the years and we regret not starting this sooner. So this is our goal...because we love them.
We know that God might not have us in Iowa for long, so we are trying to reach them for Christ.
So this was our weekend…
Friday, get together at the Rosberg’s on Friday night from 7:00ish to 10:00ish.
Saturday, left early 8:00ish for Geneseo, Illinois. Rode around in the golf cart for a while with Papa Ray…
Left for Davenport, Iowa. Hung around, took a nap, at a good meal, then left and returned home at 10:00pm.
Sunday, Lindsey got up early to clean, I wrote a little regarding some options that we could do for material for our next ABF study. Went to 8:30am worship service (Tom Curtright preached an awesome sermon on Romans 5), had ABF (last one with the Rosbergs on intimacy), came home, quick lunch, cleaned, put out for sale signs, had an open house from 2-4pm (If you didn’t know we are selling our house, and we have an open house every Sunday from 2-4), then we went to the grocery store, then returned home. Whew…
We made some progress, which is extremely encouraging. But it is hard to see genuine faith in a confession of faith which took place long ago through a current reality of nominalism and hard hearts. Please pray for Papa Ray, and Grandma Jean’s salvation!