The reflection I delivered today at my grandmother’s memorial service:
I have been blessed beyond measure to have Ellen Rust as my grandma. From a very young age, I always knew that Grandma loved me and my family with an unwavering, godly kind of love. She would call me her “little angel” and leave lipstick kisses on my cheeks. She would come to grandparent’s days and piano recitals. By the time I was in college, she would offer me clothes straight from her closet – like the outfit that I’m actually wearing today.
Now, I’m 26 and completing my first year of seminary at Duke University Divinity School in Durham, North Carolina. And I assure you: Ellen Rust has helped to make that possible.
Last week, when I learned of her passing, a chaplain at the seminary asked me: “Do you think there are ways that you’re similar to your grandmother?”
I thought for a long second and finally said, “You know. She would sometimes tell me that when she was young she wanted to go into the ministry. But she wasn’t sure she could because she was a woman and she didn’t have the money for seminary and probably some other reasons.”
Well, Grandma, I think you did go into the ministry. The ministry of encouragement. Support. Responsibility.
Like last fall when she called me up on the phone just to check on me and the conversation went something like this:
“Are you learning things up there at school?” she asked.
“Yes, lots of things,” I said.
“Well, that’s good. Are you going to church?”
“Yes, ma’am.” (Little did she know I would be an intern at that church some months later!)
“Are you gonna go vote for the president?”
“Well, sounds like you’re doing real good.”
Simple as that. In the midst of an often complicated world, she knew her values: Education. Faith. Civic responsibility.
And maybe the value I remember most? Prayer.
When she had a short hospital stay in 2015, I went to visit and found her in good spirits. We talked, I prayed for her, and then from right there in the hospital bed she insisted on praying for me. I’ll never forget that, as I was getting ready to leave, Grandma told me this: “Every night, I lay down and talk to Jesus. Sometimes it’s real short, because I fall asleep and all. And sometimes it’s real long, because I tell him all about my day. And he listens real good and says, honey, you’ve had a pretty good day. And I say thanks, Jesus, I guess I have.”
So, even today, when I think about the life and legacy of Ellen Rust, I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that Jesus is listening real good and saying, “Honey, you’ve had a pretty good life.” And I imagine Ellen in glory laughing, “Thanks, Jesus. I guess I have.”