We left our church family in February, 1943, living with war news every day, watching their young men going off to serve, listening intently to the evening news on the radio or in the newsreels between the movies in the local theaters, while still going about their usual daily activities.
A large 32 county blackout was held on the evening of March 4th, a Thursday. This would have been more serious than the previous dimouts. Street lights would be off, traffic would be limited to essential only, whatever that was determined to be. No lights were permitted to be on in houses or offices, unless the windows were completely covered by heavy, black, light-blocking curtains. People were to remain in their homes for the duration of the blackout. Of course, anyone working in a factory producing something essential for defense could not stop for a practice blackout. Thus, all the steel mills along the Mahoning River were busily working 24 hours a day, with the glow of the molten steel and the lights of the mills the only light visible in the entire Mahoning Valley. Looking back, it seems silly to black out all the homes, etc. while leaving the very necessary mills producing steel fully exposed. However, people wanted to know what they should do if we were attacked, and these practices helped to put in place plans for dealing with that possibility. Stopping the production of steel was out of the question.
That same evening, apparently earlier, our Official Board held their regular monthly meeting. This must have been one of the shortest in our church history. Two items were considered. #1 – the Minister was given permission to purchase colored bulletins for Easter and, #2 – All bills due should be paid. And then they turned out the lights, and went home to prepare for and participate in the blackout.
On Friday, March 5th, Women’s Society of Christion Service Groups #1 and #5 met respectively at the homes of Mrs. Mildred Patterson, 49 Howard St., and Mrs. Reese Evans of Morris Lane.
On Sunday, March 7th, we have from our archives the report of the Sunday School. Attendance was 270. The collection from these scholars was $13.81. The weather was noted as “cold” and under Remarks, “Paul S. home on leave”. Next Sunday, the 14th, the weather was noted as “fair and warmer”, and the attendance was up, too, at 317. March 21st was also “fair and warmer” with attendance at 316. Under Remarks, “Alberta and Oscar have the measles.” The last Sunday in March was the 28th. The attendance was 332 with a collection of $20.66. The weather was reported as “Bright sun but cold. Spring is here!” Remarks – “Marjorie’s got the measles.”
On March 4th, the 15th Annual Academy Awards ceremony was held in Los Angeles. Of course there was no TV then, but it was probably broadcast on the radio. Mrs. Miniver won the Best Picture Award. Girard had two movie theaters, the Wellman and the New Mock. Both were well attended. Movies were much cheaper then and probably attended by a higher percentage of the population than today because there was no competing way to experience movies at that time. You generally watched a double feature with a newsreel and a cartoon in between. What would have been in the newsreel during March of 1932? Probably footage from the Battle of the Bismarck Sea, which had occurred on March 2nd and had a lot of both movie and still footage. In this battle of the South Pacific, both US and Australian forces sank numerous Japanese convoy ships. It was good news and it probably helped to keep up the morale of our families at home worrying about our boys at war. Unfortunately, also in March occurred two very bad convoy attacks in the North Atlantic of our ships by German U-boats. The early one on March 9th and 10th sank 7 of our ships. Later, on March 16th through the 19th, 22 US ships were lost in the largest North Atlantic “wolfpack” attack of the war. Bad news like that was often held back from public knowledge. These attacks most likely would not have been shown in the newsreel between movies at the Wellman or the New Mock.
On a happy note, and probably completely unnoticed by anyone in Girard, Rodgers and Hammerstein’s Oklahoma opened on Broadway in New York City on March 31, 1943, beginning a run of 2,212 performances which would not end until May 29th in 1948, a record-setter at that time.
So, with that small ray of sunshine, we will end our Glance back at the month of March, 1943 – our church family, our town, and our country 75 years ago.
We left our church family at the end of January, 1943, practicing the City of Girard’s first blackout or dimout as it was called, because street lights and signal lights at intersections were left on, and essential driving was permitted. Houses, however, had to be dark. The first issue of The Girard News in February – Friday, the 5th – pronounced the first dimout to be a success, along with a second one held Tuesday evening, February 2nd. A real blackout would be scheduled later. The News also reported that the first Tin Can collection would be held February 8th. I remember tin can collections vividly. They, along with regular other scrap metal collections, would become a routine part of our lives right through the end of the war. Most of us at the time had small hand-held can openers. You pressed down on the top of the can hard with the pointy part of the cutting edge so that it cut through the metal. Then, using the top edge of the can as a fulcrum, you worked the opener up and down like a lever, gradually cutting and working your way around the top until you reached your original opening, freeing the lid. After pouring the contents of the can into your pan or whatever, you had to rinse out the can, and then turn it upside down, to repeat the process on the other end. After both ends were removed, the can was flattened by standing on it, and the ends were carefully slipped in between the flattened sides. The cans were put out once a week or so in a box or some kind of container for pickup. One reason I remember can collections in particular, is because of what happened to me because of a can collection. It was a warm, late spring Saturday afternoon, with dandelions blooming profusely in all the front yards. I was visiting my new friend, Mary Johnson. She lived on Lakewood Avenue, several blocks from my home, but not involving crossing a major street. It was probably the spring of 1945, when I had just turned 7. I wouldn’t have been allowed to travel that far from home if I had been younger. We were playing out in the sidewalk, with boxes of flattened tin cans by the curb in front of every home. Suddenly we noticed that one of the box’s cans had smooth lids that kept falling out of the flattened sides. We had never seen a can opener make as smooth lid like that. Neither had her older brother. Richard. He told his sister to pick a dandelion and hold it our wither one hand, without moving it, and he would bring the edge of the lid down upon the stem and see if it would cut it off. It did! She held out another one. It cut that one off smoothly, too. I held out one. Swoosh! Richard was a dkind, sweet boy, just a couple years older than us. He had stated that he wanted to be a priest when he grew up He patiently cut off every dandelion we brought to him. It was great fun. Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh! And then, somehow, he misjudged, or maybe I moved, and suddenly the can cut right into my left thumb, missing the dandelion clenched in my fist. I felt it, looked at the blood pouring out and started bawling and running home, with Richard called after me, “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt you.” When I go home, my mom bandaged the wound and it healed pretty quickly. But it left a smooth little scar, just at the base of my left thumbnail, to remind me in coming years, how I had learned about modern can openers. Later the Johnson’s would move from Lakewood Avenue, and out of my life I never did find out if Richard became a priest.
Back to February of 1943: On February 4th our Official Board held their regular monthly meeting a the church. It was pretty uneventful. Rev. Maly requested that the Secretary of the Board write a letter of thanks to Mr. Martin for his work in painting the Pastor’s office. After hearing and passing acceptance of routine reports, they adjourned. However, on February 18th they called a special meeting to take care of important business. You may remember that Mr. Blossom had replaced Mr. Crum as Janitor, beginning January 1st. Now, at this special meeting, the Janitor’s Committee was recommending that Mr. Crum be rehired beginning March 1st, and that Mr. Blossom only continue work through the month of February. And we have no idea what caused this change. Did Mr. Blossom want to leave the job? Was he drafted and had to leave? Probably no one among us knows the answer. The Official Board passed the Janitor Committee’s resolution and the meeting was adjourned.
On a much happier note, Pearl Marie Sayers and Pvt. Lynn Miller were married at the Methodist Parsonage on Monday, February 8th by Rev. Maly.
On Wednesday evening, the 17th, the Friendly Class held their 8th Anniversary Party dinner at the church – 82 members and guests. One of the special guests was Rev. Charles Stoneburner of Cleveland. Rev. Stoneburner had been Pastor at our church when the Friendly Class was organized. And on a Friday evening, the 26th of February, the Wesleyan Class met at the home of Mrs. E.O. Hood of E. Prospect St. with Mrs. I. R. Howells as co-hostess. The Girard News issue of the last Friday of February, 1943, announced that the big 32 County wide Blackout was set for Thursday, March 4th.
And with that, we will leave our church family, our little town, and our country – living day to day with war news still mostly bad, watching young men going away to serve, many of them, like Lynn Miller and his new wife Pearl, trusting in God and their love for each other, making lifetime commitments before they parted.
The month of February, 1943 – 75 years ago in the history of our church family.
We left our church family last month, celebrating Christmas of 1942, 75 years ago. I have noted in previous months that some of the material presented here is found in our church Archives. I also check out the Girard News, our town’s weekly newspaper from that time frame, available on microfilm at Girard Free Library.
The previous month of December had marked the first full year of our country being in World War II, which had begun for us on December 7, 1941 with the surprise attack on our Navy at Pearl Harbor, Hawaii, described as a “date that will live in infamy” by our President, Franklin D. Roosevelt.
Now we were entering the second year of wartime. Many Girard boys were in battle zones, including some from our church family. Wartime rationing included sugar, meat, gasoline (four gallons per week) and, beginning January 1st, shoes.
Still, church life went on as usual. On Wednesday January 6th, the Women’s Society of Christian Service met at the Church in the evening. The Devotionals were conducted by Miss Mary Frack and Miss Ella Geiss conducted the study in “Training For Christian Leadership”.
The next evening, the 7th, the Official Board met in the Church at 7:30 pm. Rev. Maly opened the meeting by leading all in the Lord’s Prayer. The minutes of the last meeting and the Financial Report were read and approved.
Mrs. Powers reported for the Membership Committee, that 20 callers were making calls on the membership and that 12 of the 20 had met with each person on their list and turned in the results. The remaining 8 would be finished shortly. The Janitor Committee reported that beginning January 1st, the new Janitor is Mr. Blossom who replaced Mr. Crum, the previous janitor. Mr. Teeter reported for the Sunday School. He stated that attendance was about the same as the previous year and that the Sunday School had donated $400 to the Church Building Fund. Mrs. Burtsfield reported on WSCS activities and Rev. Maly reported on his pastoral activities. Mr. Crider asked Rev. Maly to look into purchasing Church Letterhead paper and report back to the Board. (You may remember in December “Glance” I reported that Rev. Maly had to ask the Board’s permission to order special bulletins for the Christmas Eve service because printing was a significant expense at the time.) The Board then adjourned.
On the following Wednesday evening, the 13th, the Friendly Class met at the church for their monthly dinner meeting. A group of High School studendts provided entertainment after the meal. The next day, the 14th, Groups 1, 4 and 5 of WSCS met at member’s homes-group #1 at Mrs. Kendall’s home on Ward Ave, group #4 at the home of Mrs. Russell Swegan on Trumbull Ave., and Group #5 at the home of Mrs. John Buckley of W. Liberty St. Also on the 14th, the Alethia Class met a the home of Miss Joesephine Didier on E. Wilson Ave. Miss Mary Franck spoke on “Methodists in Africa”.
Then on Sunday morning, after the conclusion of services, at 11:40 am, the official board held a special meeting. Rev. Maly asked permission of the Board to attend the Ohio Pastors’ Convention from Feb. 1st to Feb. 4th. Permission was given. Although the price was not mentioned in the minutes, Rev. Maly was also given permission to order 1000 Church Letterhead Stationery and 1000 envelopes.
Meanwhile, there was a war on.
Remember the saying "keep on truckin"? Though it appears to have originated in a 1930's song, it became popular to me in the 1970's. It was another way of saying keep on trying, don't give up and hang in there. Any way, as I was reading 2 Timothy one morning, which by the way I've read numerous times, I came to chapter 2 verse 12 and I never got any further. The first part of that passage goes like this, "if we endure, we will also reign with him".
Over the years, my home bible has become full of underlined passages, circled paragraphs and lots of things I've written wherever I can find space on a particular page. However, there was absolutely nothing next to this verse, or even this chapter, that is until that early December morning. Those 8 words stopped me in my tracks and over the next hour or so, I wrote down many thoughts, saved the verse in my phone and even texted it to a few people, as it really inspired me. I also came to realize how unimportant all the stuff in my life is and I don't just mean possessions, I mean all the "stuff" banging around in my head as well. I'm sure many of you have heard the saying "you can't take it with you". Well that never rang more true to me after I read that passage.
So what are we working for here on this earth? What are our goals? What to we want out of life? If it's all about possessions, keeping up with the Jones' and acquiring as much stuff as we can, we're probably traveling down a bumpy and mucky road that will dead end into a place I know I don't want to end up. As I contemplated over this passage, I also thought of Philippians 3 and even went back and read that chapter. I encourage you to stop reading this and go read that chapter, then come back and finish reading the rest of this post.
Welcome back. The word that stuck in my head after I finished reading all of those wonderful words is also the title of this post, ENDURE! That word offered such encouragement to me. Knowing that if we do endure, if we do keep on truckin', we will end up where? REIGNING WITH HIM! So if we can just endure, if we can just trust in Him, if we can believe that He is enough (see Job) and endure through everything that life can and will throw at us, we will end up reigning with Him. After really thinking about that, many of my so called problems in life didn't seem to be very problematic. So if things in your life feel like they're going so badly that you don't even want to get out of bed some days, or face the world, you must endure. If you're short on solutions and feel like your prayers aren't being heard, endure. If you feel like everything you do seems to turn out differently than what you expected, endure. If everything is going wrong and you just feel like giving up, endure. And when you feel like it will never get better, most definitely endure.
Remember, our time on this earth is minuscule, like a spec of sand on a beach. We are only here a very short time and when we depart this world, all the possessions we've gained will be gone and won't mean a darn thing. It's what we leave behind as a witness of Christ that is important. How we share our faith with and serve others. What we leave to our children, family and friends as Christ's ambassadors is what matters. If we strive for worldly pleasures until the day we die, it's very possible that we may have already lived. However, if we strive for what pleases God, what glorifies His name, furthers His kingdom and spreads His word, then in death we will end up living forever. The treasures of this world are short lived, but the treasures that await us if we endure are forever.
Last year our small group Cornerstone did a 6 week study on the book of John. Love is a consistent theme throughout that book. Most of us are familiar with the following scripture, which is in that book, "I give you a new commandment, that you love one another", John 13:34-35. Sounds easy enough when you read it, but putting it into action in our every day lives, well let's just say, that's not so easy.
If some of you are like me, you struggle with "loving" certain people in your life, whether that be a co-worker, a certain "friend", someone from your church or yes, even a family member. So how do we often handle those that just aren't easy to love? Here are some of the ways I've done so in the past. Avoid them, don't talk to them, ignore/don't acknowledge them when I see them or give them a very disingenuous greeting, talk about them to others, just remove them from your life and here's an oldie but goody, I'll love them when they love me, or when they apologize. Wow, that's really hard to see in print and even harder to admit that at one time or another, I have unfortunately used everyone of those methods.
Lately I've been thinking a lot about loving others, especially because I've been struggling with some relationships in my life. And these aren't just casual friends or occasional acquaintances, these are family members and decades long friends. Maybe you have some of the same struggles in your life. It's hard to love someone when you think they've wronged you, whether real or perceived, or done the same to someone you love. Or maybe they think differently than you, so obviously you're right and they're wrong. Or maybe their solution to a problem is in direct conflict with your solution. Or maybe they're just one of those people that are hard to love. So what do you do? I could say love them anyway, but for many of us, that's just not possible. It's easy to say, but good luck doing it!
I'd like to suggest a much smaller step and possible easier solution. This isn't a cop out, but something to bridge that divide between not loving and eventually loving. I personally am not strong enough in some circumstances and with some people to just love, though I strive to get there some day. That doesn't mean I should just give up on that situation or that person. This takes me back to one of my favorite sayings, "it's better to start small than not at all." Many of you have heard me use this before and I can't think of a better place to institute that quip.
So here's my solution, how about just being kind. Maybe it starts with a genuine greeting the next time you see "that person". Like making eye contact, having positive body language, or even a warm handshake. That's much easier to do, right? It might not sound like much, but go back and review some of the ways I handled these situations. Which has the potential to have a more positive outcome? Now am I saying this will always work? I'd like to think so, but it might not. However, what will it probably do for you and I believe in most instances, for the other person? How about removing our self-righteous attitudes, ridding ourselves of pride, releasing stubbornness and softening our hardened hearts. Now that's good, right? Then the next thing you know, that cordial but well meaning greeting or handshake is now a heartfelt hug and before you know it, you have found a new friend, or rekindled an old friendship. Again I ask, that's good, right? Can it really be something so small, so simple? Can it really be that easy? Yes, I believe it can and it all starts with a little kindness.
Though I still fail at this often, I have got it right a few times as well. And as I have come to see, others have thankfully got it right with me too. And those are stories that I love to share with people, but for now, let me close with this. Let's just try and be more kind to each other every day. And before you know it, guess what might just be peeking around the corner?
We left our church family in late October of 1942 getting used to the new Sunday morning schedule which had the Morning Worship service at 9:30 and Sunday School at 10:30 with the end of Sunday morning activities at 11:30 rather than 12 noon. My guess was that the shortening of time spent in the church on Sunday morning was in response to a nation-wide government request to save coal – nay, stronger than a request – coal was rationed. Our church boilers were fired by coal in 1942. Other items rationed were gasoline, tires, sugar, coffee, and meat. New cars were no longer available for purchase and would not be until sometime after the war’s end in 1945. (Cars were manufactured in late 1945, but they were the 1946 models.) Many industries were converted from supplying items for domestic use to supplying items needed for the war. Price controls were established to ensure that the scarcity of so many products wouldn’t result in their being sold for much higher amounts than the average family could afford. Life for everyone in the U.S. had changed rapidly since that devastating Sunday in December of the prior year. Just south and west of Girard by about 25 miles, a new dam was being constructed on the upper part of the Mahoning River in Berlin Township. Its purpose was to ensure that water could be held back from flooding the steel mills during spring rains, and then released during summer droughts to ensure that the mills had sufficient water to produce steel at maximum production. The Milton Dam had been completed in 1916, creating the lake in 1917. The increased steel production since that time required more ability to control the flow of the river. The dam in Berlin Township was completed in late October of 1942. Both dams would be guarded around the clock to prevent any sabotage, as they were essential to providing the steel we needed to produce the planes, ships, tanks, shells, and any other steel related items needed for the war.
In spite of being bombarded with constant war news, church life went on. The Official Board met on November 4th. The meeting received good financial news from both the Sunday School Supt. and the Trustees. The Sunday School could now donate $1,000 to the Building Fund. The Building Fund had suffered terribly during the Great Depression of the 1930’s. The new church had just been completed before the Stock Market crash of 1929. During the depression years of the early and mid thirties, the church simply could not afford to pay on their large mortgage.
Many times the Board would wonder which bills it could pay that month. Our prior Minister, Rev. Hilberry, often got his paycheck several weeks late. Now, with our country at war, the steel mills were working around the clock. The unemployment rate was practically zero. And our church was finally able to seriously tackle the building fund. And they did. The Trustees report to the Official Board was that the Building Fund was in good shape. They would keep working at paying off that mortgage throughout the war years until it was paid off at last.
Near the end of November came Thanksgiving Day. It has always been a family celebration and the year 1942 was no exception. Our church families gathered around their tables, and gave thanks for living here in the U.S., not where the war was raging in Europe, Asia, Africa and the high seas. They prayed for family members already in the fight, and for those about to be drafted. And they prayed for our country, and our country’s young men and also young women going wherever they were sent to defend us all.
November, 1942 Our church family seventy-five years ago.
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We left our church family last month, busy with the usual back to school activities, trying to maintain a sense of normality while reading, or hearing on the radio, news of war, most of it bad. The entire year of 1942 would be filled with bad news, as our country scrambled to adjust from peacetime to war, hurriedly calling up men to serve, training them quickly, and dispatching them to distant islands where they found the Japanese soldiers to be veterans, well trained and well equipped. Girard’s population was just short of ten thousand in 1942. If you counted Avon Park which is now part of Girard, with its 200 people, we were just over 10,000. We were not large enough to support a daily paper. Most Girard families probably subscribed to the Vindicator, but much of Girard news came from the weekly newspaper, published every Friday, called the Girard News. It was not free as many weekly papers are today. People subscribed to it, and many young boys and girls of school age had paper routes for it every Friday afternoon. It can be found, free, today, on microfilm at Girard Free Library, and I often peruse it to supplement our church archives. On the first Friday of October, 1942, the News headline read “Local Board Inducts 87 From Girard”. That was 87 more men plus the many inducted in previous months.
If you read my blog from last month, you will remember that I wrote of Mrs. Powers” report mentioned in the minutes of the Official Board that was partly illegible (handwritten in pencil 75 years ago) about what appeared to be the word “change”. The meaning immediately became clear when I read the “Church Notes” section of that same issue of the News. Under the heading “Girard Methodist Episcopal” was the following: “United Service 9:30 – 11:00, Morning Worship 9:30 – 10:15, Sunday School 10:15 – 11:00.” Now, that was a radical change. Not only were they switching around the times for church and Sunday school, but they were also shortening them to 45 minutes each. Sunday morning services would be finished by 11 AM, an hour earlier than before. I quickly checked the “Church Notes” of all the News issues of that month. They all said the same thing. When I got home from the Library I turned to our archives – especially the notes of the Official Board for the month of October, 1942. They met on Thursday evening, October 1st.
Among other business I found the following: “Motion by Mr. Crider, seconded by Mrs. Powers, that the Official Board is on record of changing the Sunday Services as follows: From 9:30 to 10:30 Worship Service; from 10:30 to 11:30 Sunday School. Motion carried.” There it was plainly written at last, still in 75 year old pencil. They were switching around the times for the worship service and the Sunday school. Apparently, the News was mistaken about the 45 minute part. The time on Sunday morning was reduced by ½ hour, ending at 11:30 rather than 12 noon. There was no explanation on the minutes for the change. Was it a wartime effort to cut down on the use of coal to heat the church? The transition time between Worship and Sunday School was eliminated. Perhaps they felt that if the old order of Worship following Sunday School was followed, the Worship service would either have to start later when everyone got to the Sanctuary from Sunday School, or they could start on time and many people would be late. By having Worship first, it could start and finish on time, and the Sunday School classes, consisting of many small units, could better deal with the loss of time during the change from Sanctuary to classroom. That is only a complete guess on my part. Maybe it had nothing to do with the war. Maybe they just wanted to try it that way. I have no idea. We’ll just have to let it be a mystery.
Another article in the News called “This Week On The Home Front” had suggestions for dressing children for school when the government recommended indoor high temperature was 65 degrees. The recommendation was corduroy pants for the boys, corduroy skirts for the girls, and warm long sleeved underwear under long sleeved shirts or blouses.
Meanwhile the news our church families heard or read about was continuing grim. Our Atlantic convoys of ships carrying supplies were regularly attacked by German U-boats (submarines), with many ships sunk and crew members lost. On October 13th, the U-Boats attacked convoy SC 104, and sunk seven ships. The next day, a U-Boat attacked and sunk a civilian ferry boat, the S S Caribou off Newfoundland, killing 137 people. On October 30, 1942, a diversionary convoy SL 125 was attacked heavily by the German U-Boats, sinking eleven ships. However, the troopships carrying our soldiers for Operation Torch invasion forces were untouched.
With that we will leave our church family in October of 1942, carrying on their home front duties as best they could, hoping and praying, that the wartime news would somehow get better as more and more men joined in the fight against the German and Japanese militaries.
Last month I shared with you the delightful copy of Rev. Maly’s report to the District Superintendent in August of 1942. This month I will report on what was happening in our church in September of 1942, seventy-five years ago.
The first Sunday in September fell on the 6th and the attendance for Sunday School for that day was 226 counting both teachers and students. The collection for that day was $14.29. Next Sunday, the 13th, attendance was 315, with the collection $18.58. The third Sunday’s attendance was 310 and the collection $16.67, while the final week in the month of September had attendance of 257 and a collection of $14.15. These attendance figures sound wonderful to our ears. However, the collection amounts seem so low, we cannot help wondering how they could possibly pay expenses for books and other teaching materials. When we check a conversion table, however, $100 in 1942 is roughly $1,557.63 today. These figures don’t apply to all purchases, but probably Sunday School teaching materials, at least printed ones probably would be in line with that ratio. So, the roughly 63 dollars collected in the month of September would be about 981 dollars today. If our Sunday School collected that amount each month, we wouldn’t have trouble purchasing teaching materials for approximately 300 students for the year. I wish I had the attendance figures for the Sunday morning worship, along with the collection figures. If these exist in our archives, I have yet to find them.
On September 3rd the Official Board held their monthly meeting at the Church. Their reports of minutes of the meetings are all handwritten, which I often struggle to decipher. They opened with prayer by Bro. Crider. Then they read the minutes of the August meetings, and approved them. Then Mrs Powers, Chairman of the Membership Committee, reported that “members plans for (illegible word – looks like it starts with a c – changing?), and may need help”. Then, Mrs Powers made the following motion, seconded by Mr Wormer: “That present arrangement for Sunday services be carried through October”. Motion carried. This was followed by a motion from Mr Crider, seconded by Mrs Powers that Financial Secretary be instructed to send October statements to membership. Motion carried. Then there was a motion to adjourn which passed. Nine members were present for this meeting.
The Women’s Society of Christian Service reported receipts for October, 1942 of $2.82 with disbursements of $1.00 for New Guides. This figure may be misleading, however, as it may be for only one unit. There were five or six different units. In addition, there was a note at the bottom of the page that Mrs. Baumgartner received $3 from Mrs. Guss and $2 from Mrs. Jones to send four boxes to our men in the service. The amount for boxes, cards, and postage was $4.56 or roughly $71 in today’s money. What we have from these ladies is only the financial report. It would be nice to know what goodies they included in the boxes and the names of the four young men who would receive the boxes, and where they were stationed.
Our country and our church family were only about ten months into World War II. It had been impacting our community since September of 1939, however, when Girard residents Arthur Fisher, a young teenager, and his mother were coming home from a summer vacation in England on The Athenia. This ship had the dubious distinction of being the first passenger ship torpedoed by the Germans in World War II. Arthur’s mother was rescued; Arthur was lost at sea. Along with all Americans, our church family watched unfolding events with feelings ranging from growing unease to increasing horror. Then, on December 7th1941, we weren’t watching anymore; we were in. Now we know that by September of ’42, we had at least 4 boys from our church serving our country. With the draft ever escalating, we know many more would join them. The early war news was generally bad. The Philippines had fallen although Gen. Douglas MacArthur, his family and key members of his staff had been smuggled out by PT boat to safety in Australia. German submarines operated off the Atlantic Coast with seeming impunity, picking off ships from convoys, 6 here, 4 here, 2 or 3 here or there. They were even picking off ships in the Gulf of St Lawrence and in the Gulf of Mexico. The Japanese had invaded some of our Alaska islands. Now, in September, a Japanese float-plane had dropped incendiary bombs near Brookings, Oregon. This was the first bombing of the continental United States. As I said earlier, there is little in our Archives that tells us the thoughts and fears of our church family at that difficult time. We can only imagine how we would have felt had we been there, mothers and fathers of young men and women of age to fight for our country. Most of us who lived through the war were just kids at that time. We can remember practice blackouts, neighborhood air raid wardens, our moms writing letters to cousins or uncles, our dads working overtime, saving our tin cans for scrap drives, rationing cards for sugar and shortages of meat.
With that said, we will leave our church family in September of 1942, seventy-five years ago.
After reading the passage below about a month ago, I was again amazed at how something I've read many times before could affect me so deeply. It's one of my favorite things about reading the same book in the bible, seeing something I didn't see before. After writing an email to the Cornerstone class a few weeks ago regarding this passage, I wanted to blog about it as well, but I was just "too busy". The scripture is an excellent passage about poverty and riches, but we all need to realize that riches can be so much more than just money and/or possessions and though I will touch on riches, I'd primarily like to focus on the line I put in bold below.
James 1:9-11. Let the believer who is lowly boast in being raised up, and the rich in being brought low, because the rich will disappear like a flower in the field. For the sun rises with its scorching heat and withers the field; its flower falls, and its beauty perishes. It is the same way with the rich; in the midst of a busy life, they will wither away.
I want to briefly touch on "riches". Yes, it can most certainly be about money and/or possessions, but there are so many other "riches" which sidetrack us from our relationship with God and growing our faith. There's work, family commitments, kids activities and sports, friends, food, our houses, vacations, staying in or getting back in shape, parties, TV, social media, sleeping in, our golf game and many, many more. These are all wonderful things in moderation and most certainly gifts from God or "riches". However, are they the focal point of our lives to the point where we have no time for God? Speaking for myself, the answer to that question is way too oftenYES. All of those things I mentioned aren't bad, but if they are all time consuming in our lives and we never, or rarely make time for God, we fall right into the last line of the passage, in the midst of a "busy" life, they will wither and fade away.
For most of this summer, I have been in a spiritual rut, for lack of a better term. And after reading these few lines in James, I can honestly say I was blown away. I came to realize that I've have been way too busy to find time for God. Yes, I've done some occasional reading and been at church every week and even prayed, but it's usually when I have "extra time". You see, my point is this, God gives us so much, we are blessed with abundant riches and yet those blessings can almost become all time consuming, to the point where we don't have much time, if any, for God in our daily lives.
Are we in the midst of such a busy life, that we only spend time with Him when we have some spare time? I have been trying to make time every day for God after reading this passage about four weeks ago and I can honestly say, other than a random day here or there, I am still absolutely terrible at it. And this is even after the aforementioned email I sent to Cornerstone. If we truly want to spend more time with God, it has to be intentional, it has to be something we wholeheartedly want to make part of our daily lives.
Imagine if God was there for us only when He had spare time, which by the way, would be never, or after He was done doing all His "other stuff". Imagine if He wasn't there always, at any time of the day, but only during Sundays and specified prayer time, or only during certain hours of the day or week. That's what so amazing and at times, hard to fathom. He's always there, ALWAYS!! And yet, because we are too busy, we can only give Him an hour on Sundays, except in the summer, when we're "even busier" and if we have time during the week, after we finish with all the other important things we need to do, then we'll get to Him.
Now I didn't write this to make us all feel guilty about how we spend our time, or guilty about what's truly important in our lives. All that stuff I mentioned above is important, but we can't let it be so important that we have little if any time for God on a daily basis. Because I believe if we do that, then yes, we will wither away. As I was writing to Cornerstone, my thoughts wandered back to what I said earlier in that email, that I was in a spiritual rut. In the midst of writing to them, I had the following revelation, every time I've been in one of those ruts, there was one thing missing, meaningful, truly meaningful time spent with God. I know there are times when we are just so busy, that it's not possible that day to spend some time with Him. That's called life and at this time of the year, it's also called SUMMER. However, it is very easy to get into that life mode, especially in the summer and the next thing you know, we haven't been to church in weeks, picked up our bible, had some meaningful prayer time, served in some capacity at the church, gone out of your way to serve or reach out to others, or just spent some quiet time with our Lord. It's especially easy to do in the summer, isn't it? All I have to do is look in the mirror. I'm the king of being in "summer break mode".
So what's the answer? What's the solution? There are many, like don't get caught up in the busyness of our summer schedule, or don't let all our "riches" get in the way, or don't say we're too busy today and we'll get back to Him tomorrow and many more I could give you. But in the end, the question is what do we want in our lives? Will it be a life full of stuff and things and possessions and busyness, with little if any time for God? Or is it a day to day relationship with the one who gives us all those blessings? After all is said and done, it's our choice.
My prayer for all of us is that we can make more time for God, every single day. If we do that, I truly believe the spiritual ruts will be few and far between, we'll all be much, much better for the that time we invested with our Father and His son and we won't wither, but truly blossom in our faith and in service to our Father.
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