Grandpa H

Make a joyful noise unto the LORD, all the earth: make a loud noise, and rejoice, and sing praise.
Psalm 98:4

My Grandpa Harrison died last week. At the funeral, the preacher talked about my grandpa's love for music, especially playing violin and harmonica. The preacher said that in both his musical life and his spiritual life, my grandfather made a joyful noise unto the Lord. He also mentioned something I didn't know - that my grandfather had not always been a Christian. He said that when my grandparents married, there were lots of explosive arguments between the two about their beliefs. But eventually God wore him down.

I found that somewhat funny, because throughout my life my grandfather was the one person in my family that consistantly tried to preach to me. I assumed he grew up with the faith. I was annoyed by his persistance. I didn't want to listen.

Grandpa suffered from Alzheimer's and dementia for the last few years of his life, so he never knew about my relationship with God. But I guess now he does. And I bet he's probably sighing at my stubbornness and thinking, "FINALLY!" Or perhaps more likely, he's snickering and thinking, "She gets it from me!"