Reformátusok Lapja, 1969 (69. évfolyam, 1-12. szám)
1969-06-01 / 6-7. szám
REFORMÁTUSOK LAPJA 11 played football, was a class officer, and graduated from the local high school. He entered Geneva College in Beaver Falls and there he began to display his many talents and his great ability to make friends. He was the school’s best debater, one of the best in the nation. He was editor of the student newspaper, class president, and president of the student body. He did not relinquish his religious obligations when he went away to college. As a high school student, he had begun to preach in his father’s Springdale, Rankin, and Braddock churches. He was the Faith Commission chairman and was twice elected president of the Calvin Synod Youth. He served with unusual distinction. He was a chapel speaker at Geneva College. He caravaned with the youth of the United Church of Christ and managed one of the denomination’s summer camps. Peter spent his senior year at the University of West Virginia where his father had become head of the Classics Subdepartment. There again he excelled in speech and debate as well as a student. He remained there to earn his Master’s degree in Speech. He became a full-time instructor and coached the debate team. He still found time to meet and marry Peggy Anderson of Washington, D. C. His father officiated at the ceremony in the Bethlehem Chapel of the Washington Cathedral. And still, Peter found time to assist his father by preaching in the six churches of his father’s Methodist charge. He spoke in many churches of the Pittsburgh area. Those who heard him recall that he was a remarkable young man with a captivating style and crystal clear Christian message. The decision of his future posed a painful problem for Peter. He loved speech. He could have become an outstanding lawyer. He felt a certain calling to the ministry. Each one could have been a life long vocation hut he felt an equal longing for all three. So he went to the University of Utah to work toward a Ph.D in speech hut already he confided to some that Seminary would be next. It was from there that he enlisted in the army. He was trained at Fort Ord in California and went to Vietnam in April. On May 31, he began his last long journey home. The great, green hills of West Virginia received only his body. Gone was the smile that reached out and touched you; the sound that issued in laughter was silent. The love which had encompassed his family and friends had become a gentle memory. You may still glimpse him again leaning against a tree and talking, walking with a purposeful abandonment. You may discover his discordant attempts lingering over lines of his favorite “Ash Grove”. You may expect him to hurst in again, filled with life, laughing, talking, enjoying the moment, making you savor it, too. But it will all be dreams of the past hung on the fragile gossamer thread of our memories, fading into another morning even after the starriest, most brilliant night. And the next day we will miss him, and then time will heal our wounds. Peter knew that his Redeemer liveth and we know that although Peter is now absent from us, he is already home in his Father’s house. His rejoicing laughter echoes in many a mansions waiting for us. The family and friends of Peter Borsay have established a Memorial Fund in his name at the West Virginia University. The Federal Government will match all the funds by a nine times larger amount. Each dollar will be worth ten for some poor and deserving student who wishes to study speech at the University. We feel that this is in keeping with Peter’s interests in life and constitutes a fitting and constructive tribute in his honor and memory. Leslie L. Borsay Donations may be directed to: The Peter S. Borsay Memorial Fund 337 Dorsey Avenue Morgantown, W. Va. 26505. (all contributions will be acknowledged with a receipt and will be considered tax-exempt) CONSOLATION There is never a day so dreary But God can make it bright, And unto the soul that trusts Him, He giveth songs in the night, There is never a path so hidden, But God can lead the way, If we seek for the Spirit’s guidance And patiently wait and pray. There is never a cross so heavy But the nail-scarred hands are there Outstretched in tender compassion The burden to help us bear. There is never a heart so broken, But the loving Lord can heal The heart that was pierced on Calvary Doth still for his loved ones feel. There is never a life so darkened, So hopeless and unblessed, But may be filled with the light of God And enter His promised rest. There is never a sin or sorrow, There is never a care or loss, But that we may bring to Jesus And leave at the foot of the cross. Author Unknown
