There are many, 54 at last count. We are Bensons and those that marry us. We all came from two only children, Wayne Lee Benson and Mary Nell Gentry Benson. Both their fathers died at 41. No two people could have come from greater tragedy and dysfunction. If we had known them as children, we would have given them little chance to survive. But both found Christ and found each other. They were “old-timey" Christians,” mostly visiting, feeding, caring, loving, and welcoming others. I have yet to know better examples of Christ. And because of them, we all found someone we wished to be like and eventually found Christ in them to be the Christ we wanted in us. And we are the rest of the story. We are slightly less dysfunctional than them, but because of them, our dysfunctions are covered over by Blood. We gather regularly and are loud, opinionated, big storytellers and bigger laughers. We give each other no quarter and will abide no one outside us to quarter one of ours. We are blood, family, exceedingly including, loving, forgiving (we’ve all been forgiven so much), and have a single tie that binds, Christ. Yesterday, He tightened the bind. Bless be the Tie that binds, our hearts in Christian love…
2/3rds of us. Mom, in the middle, is the only one of hers left. She mostly
dwells in heaven now, little of her left here with us.
I only know one greater woman.
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