Helen Huffmaster
January 6, 1922-November 18, 2011
A good card player counts the cards. Helen knew how to count and was an avid competitor (and winner) when it came to playing euchre, pinochle or bridge. She also counted her German heritage as a high privilege, which included a strong work ethic and a need to have life “in order.”
Helen loved to sew. There was no way you could count all of her projects. To this day there are hundreds of dishrags and towels in Ciudad Juarez, which she donated to Zion’s youth in a past mission trip.
On November 23, Helen’s family gathered for Christian burial, “back home in Indiana.” We counted the highs and lows in the stories shared in Helen’s ups and downs. We remembered how Christ’s death and resurrection “trumps” (cancels) all that would separate us from God’s love: O Jesu meine Freude. In our baptism into Christ, “God remembers our sin no more” (Jeremiah 31).
Even though she was in assisted care centers in her latter years, Helen discovered a love and peace for life, still playing games with staff, who she counted as friends. We pray Christ’s resurrection peace with her daughter and son in-law, Vicky and Bob Curry, grandchildren Christian and Arica Curry. In these days we especially pray for Arica, who faithfully attended to her grandmother following her parents’ move to Virginia.
When we do count the living of these days, we listen to another word from scripture, in Psalm 90:10.
“The days of our life are seventy years, and perhaps eighty, if we are strong; even then their span is only toil and trouble; they are soon gone, and we fly away … So teach us to count our days that we may gain a wise heart.”