One of my previous blogs consisted of reflections on entering my eighties. The dominating theme was that time is running out for me. Capacities and experiences are diminishing rather than expanding. More family members and close friends are dying than are being born. I am more focused on endings than beginnings.
Then on March 20, my granddaughter, Katelyn Nash Aiken, gave birth to Vera Faye! Suddenly, life expanded rather than contracted. Coincidently, she was born on the first day of Spring as the earth was bursting with new life and beauty.
One look into Vera Faye’s beautiful, innocent eyes, and my heart leapt with joy. Here was pure, spontaneous love connecting across generations. It was a holy moment!
Her sparkling eyes and spirited smile brought instant joy. I felt the sanctity of pure love and the hope of new beginnings.
Such is the rhythm of creation. Such is the cycle of life. Birth and old age are part of the same tapestry of life. Being born and dying are built into the structure of everything, human and nonhuman.
There is continuity between beginnings and endings, birth and death. In one sense, nothing ever totally dies. All life is interrelated and in a constant process of changing. Biologically, we are all a collection of recycled atoms!
But we are more than clusters of cells and atoms. We are interconnected stories and part of a God’s Story of creation, liberation, restoration, incarnation, and transformation.
At the heart of life’s story is love, which is the power that creates us, connects us with one another and the creation, and ever seeks to unite us and enable us to flourish as God’s beloved children.
Sixty years ago tomorrow, June 30, Linda and I entered the covenant of marriage. I’m sorry that she did not live to know her great granddaughter. I can only imagine her ecstatic joy given the chance to hold this new member of our family. I will still celebrate our life together which now lives on in Vera Faye.
Vera not only carries Linda’s genes; she bears her middle name, Faye!
With Vera Faye’s instinctive grasp of my finger, I feel connected to one whose hand I can hold no longer but whose love continues to give life and hope.
Shifting Margins 
Beautiful. I love the juxtaposition of these photographs and the circle of life they represent. What love!
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Beautiful Ken
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The smiles tell of the deep love you both have for each other! How very, very wonderful, indeed!
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Instant joy is descriptive of the love shared. Grace and peace.
Warren R Harper
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Beautifully stated and shown, Bishop. I’m 88 today and my wife is still living with me (in spite of me!). The picture of your smiling great granddaughter and those of “hands held” are worth “1,000 words”.
I had the pleasure and joy of seeing my first great grandson on April 1st in Birmingham, AL. Is there any comfort knowing our lives are being passed along (with $30 trillion Federal debt) to our “grands”?
Theron Few Mebane, NC
On Tue, Jun 29, 2021 at 9:42 AM Shifting Margins wrote:
> Kenneth Carder posted: ” One of my previous blogs consisted of reflections > on entering my eighties. The dominating theme was that time is running out > for me. Capacities and experiences are diminishing rather than expanding. > More family members and close friends are dying than ar” >
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As usual your words did not disappoint me!! It was such a beautiful story of life. I look forward to meeting Vera Faye. She is beautiful.
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Beautiful!!!!
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So touching and so beautiful, Ken! Blessings on your dear family and on this miracle of new life in Vera Faye! Love to you!!!
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Love to you and Ray! Thank you for your wonderful books.
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What a powerful affirmation of life and being connected. If I remember my Tillich properly, faith is always an affirming yes as a counter to the false no around us. The volume of the voices of “no” increases thanks to the internet. You have reminded me again of the true “yes” of giving birth; it is a way of giving birth to hope. I deeply appreciate your sharing this. Many blessing, ray
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Just beautifully written and so moving!! A blessing always to read your writings!
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