{"id":1006,"date":"2018-11-10T13:15:15","date_gmt":"2018-11-10T17:15:15","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blogs.ethnos360.org\/katie-moore\/?p=1006"},"modified":"2018-11-10T13:15:15","modified_gmt":"2018-11-10T17:15:15","slug":"in-memory-of-my-grandpa","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.ethnos360.org\/katie-moore\/2018\/11\/10\/in-memory-of-my-grandpa\/","title":{"rendered":"In memory of my Grandpa"},"content":{"rendered":"

My grandfather, Robert Manes, passed away several months ago.\u00a0 Last week my family had his memorial.\u00a0 There are times that missionary life means missing out on important events, and this was one of those times.\u00a0 But I know that my grandfather loved the Nahuatl people and fully supported my ministry here.\u00a0 I wanted to share what I wrote for the memorial here, in his honor.<\/em><\/p>\n

In early childhood, I learned to love my grandpa for his affectionate ways. \u00a0He loved to tease us grandkids about \u201cgetting our sugarneck,\u201d which we were supposed to pretend to dread, but secretly enjoyed.\u00a0 We also spent time curled up in the \u201ccubbyhole,\u201d the cozy spot made between his bent knees and the back of the couch when he was relaxing.<\/span><\/p>\n

When I was a little bit older, I learned to love my grandpa for his generosity.\u00a0 There was always some special gift, found at a garage sale, or at least a sugar daddy lollipop or a soda from the fridge in the garage.\u00a0 You couldn\u2019t leave without taking something with you for the road.<\/span><\/p>\n

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My parents and grandpa at my baby dedication<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

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In college I learned to love my grandpa for his heart for service.\u00a0 He would come pick me up from the dorm, waiting patiently if I was running late, and carrying my stuff to the car.\u00a0 Several times my friends commented on how sweet my father was, and he got a big kick out of that.\u00a0 They were wrong in thinking he was my dad, but right about the other: he would selflessly take me around to run errands and was willing to help with whatever I needed, no complaint.<\/span><\/p>\n

It was during this time that I also learned to love my grandfather for his mind and his knowledge about theology.\u00a0 At first awkward with him in the car on our drives, I eventually started asking his opinion about things I was hearing in my classes.\u00a0 He had a keen memory for quotes and for Scripture (and for theology-related jokes).\u00a0 He looked things up for me and gave me books he thought I would benefit from.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Just a “small” donut that grandpa brought home to spoil my sister and I<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

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As an adult, I learned to love my grandfather for his heart for the lost.\u00a0 Some of the things that had only seemed funny to me in my youth, like his trunk full of tracts, or the recording on his answering machine, I began to see as an outpouring of his desire for everyone to know what he knew so well: that God had sent his son Jesus to seek and to save those who are lost.\u00a0 <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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With my grandma and grandpa during a summer visit in the US<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

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As he began to struggle with his health, I learned to love my grandfather for his firmly grounded hope for the future.\u00a0 He knew that this world is a lost cause\u2014a fact that was at times only exacerbated by Fox News\u2014and that getting old is no fun.\u00a0 He knew that there are only two solutions.\u00a0 One solution is the return of our Savior, which he prayed for constantly, saying \u201cCome, Lord Jesus.\u201d\u00a0 The other solution was joining the Lord in death, which he did in order to find the fulfillment of his hope.<\/span><\/p>\n

I am blessed that I got to have my grandfather in my life as long as I did.\u00a0 And I put my hope in the same thing he did: that for those of us who believe, death simply means an absence from the body in order to be present with the Lord.\u00a0 That means this goodbye is a reward for him and not permanent for me, for I will see him again someday.\u00a0 Until then, Grandpa.\u00a0 I love you.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

My grandfather, Robert Manes, passed away several months ago.\u00a0 Last week my family had his memorial.\u00a0 There are times that missionary life means missing out on important events, and this was one of those times.\u00a0 But I know that my grandfather loved the Nahuatl people and fully supported my ministry here.\u00a0 I wanted to share […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":331,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_genesis_hide_title":false,"_genesis_hide_breadcrumbs":false,"_genesis_hide_singular_image":false,"_genesis_hide_footer_widgets":false,"_genesis_custom_body_class":"","_genesis_custom_post_class":"","_genesis_layout":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[448],"class_list":{"0":"post-1006","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","6":"category-uncategorized","7":"tag-ethnos360","8":"entry"},"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ethnos360.org\/katie-moore\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1006","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ethnos360.org\/katie-moore\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ethnos360.org\/katie-moore\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ethnos360.org\/katie-moore\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/331"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ethnos360.org\/katie-moore\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1006"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ethnos360.org\/katie-moore\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1006\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ethnos360.org\/katie-moore\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1006"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ethnos360.org\/katie-moore\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1006"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ethnos360.org\/katie-moore\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1006"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}