It wasn’t easy for anyone. The shortest drive was about an hour. Then two hours, but most had a minimum of eight hours or a plane flight. AND the elevation was over 8000 feet in Estes Park, CO.
Others Zoomed or FaceTimed from six countries: USA, Canada, England, Taiwan, Turkey, and Australia. Another eighteen.
Cards came from all over the world.
Why did they come? Why did they call? Why did they write?
To celebrate my mom as she turned ninety.
Ninety years would be reason enough to celebrate, but to come and call from such distances? Well, that’s a tribute to my mother.
My mom has a number of wonderful attributes. She is friendly, generous, orderly, and a beautiful pianist to name a few.
She also has a few faults, which will go unnamed.
But her greatest character trait is that she cares about people, really cares: about their past, about their stories, about their achievements—about them.
In a world that is pretty self-obsessed, Mom has always stood out as being interested in others. She asks questions. She listens.
So they came . . . and called . . . and celebrated. Quite a tribute.
Happy Birthday, Mom.
Philippians 2:4—Let each of you look not only to his own interests, but also to the interests of others.
Ephesians 4:32—Be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, as God in Christ forgave you.
John 13:34-35—A new commandment I give to you, that you love one another: just as I have loved you, you also are to love one another. By this all people will know that you are my disciples, if you have love for one another.”