Yesterday, Hubby and I attended the funeral service of his brother Dale. Although it was a sad occasion, I was glad for the opportunity to be introduced to some of his relatives that I’d never met—mostly cousins and an aunt. Hubby hails from a nuclear family of eight. His mom was one of 12 children, his dad one of 7, so he has more cousins, it seems, than a person can shake a stick at!
Hubby’s grandpa, Martin Arthun, emigrated from Norway to America in 1879. Family legend holds that Martin married Elizabeth; around the same time, his brother, Ole J. Arthun, married Elizabeth’s twin sister, Martha. Martin’s first child was christened Nels M.; Ole’s was christened Nels J. Next came Elmer M. and Elmer J. Erick M. and Erick J. followed suit. The pattern was interrupted, however, when Martha was born to Martin, followed by Marcus, Anna, and Vic (Hubby’s dad). The story goes that Ole harbored hard feelings towards Martin for naming his daughter after Ole’s wife. At any rate, Ole and Martha had only one more child whom they named Arnie.
In contrast, both of my parents were only-children, so I have no aunts, uncles, or cousins—natural ones, anyway. On the other hand, when I factor in countless brothers and sisters in Christ, I’m part of a very large family indeed!
“The goal is for all of them to become one heart and mind - Just as you, Father, are in me and I in you, so they might be one heart and mind with us. Then the world might believe that you, in fact, sent me.” –Prayer of Jesus for all believers, JOHN 17:21