This weekend is the unofficial beginning of summer. I can proudly wear my white pumps and carry my straw purse, no one will claim that I am a fashion malefactor. This past week, I dug out my Chico’s white Traveler pants to wear to an outdoor event, but I was very aware of my shoe choice and I wore my black strappy sandals, lest my grandmother roll over in her grave. If you are not aware of the wearing of white rule, let me fill you in. Between Memorial Day and Labor Day, it is perfectly acceptable and encouraged to wear white shoes, and carry a white purse. Woe to the gals who wear their whites during the fall and winter months, according to my mother; it is simply faux pas. This holiday weekend is not simply a marker for what to wear, or what not to wear. It is not only race weekend, the end of the school year, or the opening of the neighborhood swimming pools. It is a weekend that we honor those who have given their lives while serving in our Military. This weekend is also known as Decoration Day, the day many of us make the rounds to cemeteries. Each year, my in-laws dutifully drove from cemetery to cemetery delivering flowers and flags to family member who had died. It took them the whole day wandering Indiana delivering the goods, reminiscing the stories shared while giving honor to their lives.
Twenty-five years ago, I was widowed with a baby and two children of school age. Each year, in May, my children and I make time to visit the cemetery and the gravestone of David, to sweep away the debris, clean the headstone and place new flowers in the urns. I have always loved cemeteries, especially in late May. Walking through the peace filled place where bodies lay, put to rest; it is truly sacred ground. A cemetery is filled with stories, genres of all kinds, monuments, unmarked graves, baby land, large crypts, benches, and the military section are part of the swath of ground that reminds us of our past as a community and as a family.
This Sunday marks the sixth Sunday of Easter, the time between Jesus’ resurrection and the sending of the Holy Spirit. It is a time of great hope and expectation. We hear words in scripture that death does not have the final word, and we are to be in peace in our waiting. Here is a glimpse of the gospel of Sunday. If you do not have a faith community, check out Roots of Life on Sunday at 10:30. Come hear the rest of the story!
“I have said these things to you while I am still with you - But the Advocate, the Holy Spirit, whom the Father will send in my name, will teach you everything, and remind you of all that I have said to you. Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled, and do not let them be afraid. You heard me say to you, ‘I am going away, and I am coming to you.’ If you loved me, you would rejoice that I am going to the Father, because the Father is greater than I. And now I have told you this before it occurs, so that when it does occur, you may believe.” John 14:25-29
Noblesville’s Teri Ditslear is a pastor whose column appears Saturdays in The Times. Contact her at, on Facebook or at