In the summer, I had a very lively encounter with an 85-year-old woman. Now she wrote to me about a visit to her niece. Her youngest son had signed up for confirmation. His grandmother was not sure whether she would make him happy with the gift of the logbooks I had written. The young man had refused to read a text aloud during the confirmation ceremony in church. Then he showed the text to his grandmother. She also disliked the text. So the young man asked his grandmother to help him revise it. The two invested a lot of time and love until they finally came up with a good text, which the young man then recited during the ceremony. The old woman wrote: ‘Working on the text allowed me to get to know my grandson well, because he opened up to me a lot. I felt that the logbooks would be exactly what he needed. So I gave them to him as a gift. It was so wonderful to be able to pass on my experiences of faith to my grandson as an “old grandmother”!’
