Ken Ellens|May 2, 2018
I felt close to Uncle Harold. Coming from a religious heritage that didn't always encourage questioning, he nurtured my curiosity with dialog and wisdom. So when I posed the query to him some years ago, "how do we know definitively there is life after death--beyond ‘faith’", he responded with "intimations inform us ... intimations from across the generations and cultures. Intimations of the Divine." When asked in conversation about remarkable civilizations of the past and how they informed the present, he was quick to say, "The ancients weren’t that different from us. We have more advanced technology and the benefit of more years of knowledge. We can learn a lot from their experiences." When queried about whether he believed in a personal God, he responded definitively “yes”, because he felt the presence of God personally in his life, and he had a vital, personal relationship with God. And when questioned about metaphor & Christ one evening over dinner in Philadelphia, he thoughtfully reflected on this, shook his head in appreciation of the question and then shared how we often get stuck on the object of a metaphor and miss the meaning, concluding dinner with a conversation about the wonder of grace. It was my experience that Uncle Harold never met a question he did not wish to entertain, rarely had a thought that wasn't grounded in a scholarly search for truth and understanding. Uniquely human, he lived his life richly, with immense curiosity of the past and how this heritage informs us today, with a giving heart, ever reaching for truth, with the assurance of his faith and with intimations of the Divine in our world and beyond. My heart goes out in sympathy to Aunt Mary, to my cousins, and to all of us over his loss. Uncle Harold will remain in my consciousness, in my heart, always. Ken Ellens