BROOKLYN, N.Y., FEBRUARY 19TH, 1937
BROOKLYN, N.Y., FEBRUARY 19TH, 1937
Miss Jean E. Taylor.
My Dear Jean, — ... Grandmother and I think much of you, dear, in the constant suffering you are enduring, the ordinary affliction being added to by what you are obliged to undergo to have the ‘jacket’ fitted; and added to all, the operation still contemplated. Evidently it is a forming time with you — in view of your eternal portion in “that world, and the resurrection” Luke 20: 35. It is said of Adam, not only that he was created, but formed, Genesis 2: 7. This would be that he should be before God for His pleasure. We are to be transformed — made different from what we are by nature — by the renewing of our minds, Romans 12: 2. Earlier, Romans 8: 29, we are said to be “predestinated to be conformed to the image of his Son”. As such great and blessed thoughts lay hold of your mind the “light affliction” (2 Corinthians 4: 17), as you will regard it, will work for you “an eternal weight of glory”. While the present efforts of the doctors may help you — and we earnestly pray that they will — for the continuance of your time here, God is preparing you to be like His Son and with Him eternally.
You will know, perhaps, that your cousin Dorothy is now breaking bread. We are all very pleased and thankful for this, especially as she commends herself. And then Benjamin told me the night before last that he also wished to break bread in remembrance of the Lord. He and James are staying with us while their mother is in Council Bluffs(see footnote) and we had noticed that Ben was sober and interested. When Ben is ‘received’ there will be five of our ‘grands’ breaking bread.
I enclose cheque for $25 for your bank account from grandmother and me which please accept with our much love. I notice that you are going back to the hospital on the 23rd inst. and we shall be thinking of you as there. Tell mother I shall [p. 73] be writing her shortly. I should have answered her letter only daddy came and would take back all the news. Grandma unites in warm love to mother and you and daddy.
Affectionately,
Grandfather.
Footnote: Aunt Consie’s father ‘fell asleep’ last week.