In our house, having a fresh grapefruit for breakfast is much more than a delicious, healthful, eye-opener. It's a painstaking reminder of the legacy of love that one generation can pass along to the next.

A grapefruit?

In my own past (when I was president of United Theological Seminary in Dayton, Ohio from 1984 to 1995), I was taken under the wing of an amazing woman/gardener/philanthropist/ environmentalist named Marie Aull. She taught me so much, and we became such close friends, I dedicated a book to her (Quantum Spirituality [1991]). Although she was already ninety-some years old when she began to tutor me in the ways and wonders of our Creator (she died in 2002 at 105 years of age), Marie was still large-and-in-charge of all the activities in her gardens and in her home. Marie knew…