We are at the Benson Family Reunion. Every three years, we get the entire clan together. We number 50 something of which 39 are here. All came from two only children, my Dad and Mom. Dad died many years ago, and Mom is 9/10ths in heaven. Their four children, of whom I am the third, are all here, as are many of each of ours.
Yesterday we were all sitting around visiting, and my brother, talking of getting old, said, “We were going like gangbusters, forging ahead, and then all of a sudden you get old and you just fall apart.”
I added, “And the fall is so much faster than the rise.”
This morning, I am sitting in a quiet corner thinking of our family. We are clannish, all for one and one for all, mountain people, Tennesseans, and it's passed on by blood. We don’t take each other serious, but we take the blood serious. We are followers of Jesus Christ, and it's his blood we take serious. He is all we have. Nothing else matters but passing on His blood to our next of kin.
We are as goofy a family as you will ever find. Our laughter fills the mountain hollars as we once again tighten the ties that bind, that blessed “Tie that binds our hearts in Christian love…”
“There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel’s veins and sinners plunged beneath that flood, lose all their guilty stains.”
From Fall Creek Falls State Park, and the Benson Family Reunion, sinners all, plunged beneath the blood-filled fountain. If you pass and hear the laughter-filled mountain hollars, it’s just us.