I am the keeper of the family history. For a period of time I researched the family tree and gathered stories. Unfortunately the apps where I put most of the stories were outdated and the text lost; however, I still have a sense of what I've learned and a record of family names.
Some of the things that I've learned include that our family has a long history of Christian faith. There are records of two major moves the first being from the part of Europe that is now Poland but at that time was considered Germany to little Russia. The family moved at a time when the faith was changing hands from Protestant to Catholic. Additionally I'm told that one of my great grandfathers was a traveling preacher establishing churches throughout the Midwest.
My father's parents were gone before I can remember; my mother's parents were an incredible example of God's love and a love for God.
My grandmother, who I take after, started witnessing at the age of 38. The versions that Mom and I remember differ however they both involve my grandmother feeling God tell her to go to a neighbors house, which she did, where she shared the salvation message and lead this woman to the Lord. Sometime within the next 24 hours she got the same prompting and lead the woman's husband to the Lord. Having once gotten a taste for witnessing, my grandmother never stopped. At some point in her mid to late 80s, she led four young people, who were around the age of 12, to the Lord. The first young man supposedly called a wrong number and she turn the conversation towards Christ. She never missed a trick and figured it wasn't much of a wrong number when the young man was able to call her back two different times and asked her to share with his friends what she had shared with him.
My grandfather was quieter but incredibly strong. He let grandma do her thing while he quietly ministered to people behind the scenes. At my grandfather's funeral a friend of the family, Duane Pedersen, shared the best salvation message that I have ever heard in that it perfectly represented the man we were honoring, as well as, the God he loved. Duane said that Eddie (my grandfather) would be very disappointed in him if he did not invite everyone at the funeral to come and visit Eddie in his new home. What a sweet and gentle invitation for a man who was so quiet and gracious.
I remember my Mom and Dad as doers. They were always involved in church and they had a great heart for hospitality. We were always having people over, giving rides to various people who needed them and I think my folks, especially my mom, taught every Sunday school class and volunteered in my school all the way through elementary. I'm not quite certain how she did that since I have three sisters and I'm sure that she helped in their classes too but she managed. Dad has been gone for almost 10 years and Mom's activities are centered around the prayer support she offers so many. Her prayers are much coveted by everyone who receives them.
With this kind of heritage it's no wonder my sisters and I love the Lord so much.
Some of the things that I've learned include that our family has a long history of Christian faith. There are records of two major moves the first being from the part of Europe that is now Poland but at that time was considered Germany to little Russia. The family moved at a time when the faith was changing hands from Protestant to Catholic. Additionally I'm told that one of my great grandfathers was a traveling preacher establishing churches throughout the Midwest.
My father's parents were gone before I can remember; my mother's parents were an incredible example of God's love and a love for God.
My grandmother, who I take after, started witnessing at the age of 38. The versions that Mom and I remember differ however they both involve my grandmother feeling God tell her to go to a neighbors house, which she did, where she shared the salvation message and lead this woman to the Lord. Sometime within the next 24 hours she got the same prompting and lead the woman's husband to the Lord. Having once gotten a taste for witnessing, my grandmother never stopped. At some point in her mid to late 80s, she led four young people, who were around the age of 12, to the Lord. The first young man supposedly called a wrong number and she turn the conversation towards Christ. She never missed a trick and figured it wasn't much of a wrong number when the young man was able to call her back two different times and asked her to share with his friends what she had shared with him.
My grandfather was quieter but incredibly strong. He let grandma do her thing while he quietly ministered to people behind the scenes. At my grandfather's funeral a friend of the family, Duane Pedersen, shared the best salvation message that I have ever heard in that it perfectly represented the man we were honoring, as well as, the God he loved. Duane said that Eddie (my grandfather) would be very disappointed in him if he did not invite everyone at the funeral to come and visit Eddie in his new home. What a sweet and gentle invitation for a man who was so quiet and gracious.
I remember my Mom and Dad as doers. They were always involved in church and they had a great heart for hospitality. We were always having people over, giving rides to various people who needed them and I think my folks, especially my mom, taught every Sunday school class and volunteered in my school all the way through elementary. I'm not quite certain how she did that since I have three sisters and I'm sure that she helped in their classes too but she managed. Dad has been gone for almost 10 years and Mom's activities are centered around the prayer support she offers so many. Her prayers are much coveted by everyone who receives them.
With this kind of heritage it's no wonder my sisters and I love the Lord so much.
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