Calvin Synod Herald, 1975 (75. évfolyam, 1-12. szám)
1975-05-01 / 5-6. szám
6 CALVIN SYNOD HERALD ^Jlie Shepherd Shepherd of those who love the Lord, This man by many adored; Ever ready to lead his fold, Patiently guiding young and old. His friendship is a special gift, Every man his words uplift; Never an unkind thought has he, Men who know him will agree. In fifty years he led his sheep, Keeping faith in those who weep; Love, kindness, understanding, Over the years never ending. Spiritually he served his God, Benevolently with Him trod; Objective in all his missions, Sincere in his decisions. Zealous, ambitious, reaching high, Over the horizon he’d eye; Ready to lead his faithful sheep, Making the way when very steep. Enthusiasm when preaching, Not stopping with his teaching; Youthful forever, never old, Intermingled with his fold. Margaret Fekete Csóványos Dedicated to: The Rt. Rev. Dr. Stephen M. Böszörményi (Fifty years in the Ministry of God) June 1, 1975. Cjreetincj &t)r. (féeóóemer! Today we honor a man for his dedication—not only to the ministry, but for his devotion to his congregation. This 50th anniversary celebration is unique because it is being celebrated for continuous service in one congregation. As we all know, few men in any walk of life, have given so much for such a long time. His achievements of leadership and progressive thinking, still are evident throughout his everyday activities. One has only to look around to see that these past 50 years have been vibrant and productive. Some men seek challenges by changing their environment. This man has found his challenge here and has continued to move his congregation forward. When other men would have been content to be complacent after such long service, Rev. Bessemer had been instrumental in the building of this new hall. I have been a member of this congregation all of my life. However, I only came to know Rev. Bessemer’s love and devotion to his congregation first-hand during these past months, as chief elder. Few men would have sacrificed the time, effort, or personal gain, the way that this man has. Whenever there was a need, he was always there with suggestions and solutions in his official capacity, or as a personal friend. This energy even carried over to what he jokingly refers to in his capacity as chief sexton during the months when we were without one. He is truly a gentleman whose love for his congregation is always evident. Just try to say something against his church or any member of it if you don’t believe me. Our congregation has been fortunate in having a man who was not content with complacency, and we all thank God for this warm, compassionate, man, whom we love, respect, and admire. May God bless him and his family for all of the years to come. Joseph Portiban-------------4» ------------Beatitudes for the Friends of the Aged Blessed are they who understand my faltering step and palsied hand. Blessed who know my ears today must strain to catch the things they say. Blessed are they who seem to know my eyes are dim and my wits are slow. Blessed are they with a cheery smile who stop to chat for a little while. Blessed are those who look away when coffee spilled at the table today. Blessed are those who never say, “You’ve told that story twice today.” Blessed are those who know the ways to bring me memories of yesterdays. Blessed who know I’m at a loss to find the strength to carry the cross. Blessed are they who ease the days of my journey home in loving ways. LIGONIER LAUGHTER On the second morning of the Hungarian Ministers’ Annual Meeting in Ligonier, Pa., an early arrival found a gold mechanical pencil on the floor of the chapel, undoubtedly left there from the previous day’s session. After the ministers had assembled, he approached the front, where three bishops were conferring on unity and pensions: “I believe one of you Rt.-Reverends lost this pencil.” “Why, yes!” replied one of the bishops, “That’s mine.” Then added quizically: “But what made you so certain it belonged to one of us bishops? Just because it’s gold?” “No,” replied the finder, “because the eraser has never been used.” Two elderly ladies were sitting on the Bethlen Home veranda at dusk. One of them listening to the singing of Revs. Bertalan and Hamza, exclaimed: “How beautifully they sing!” The other, listening to the serenade of the crickets on the front lawn, replied: “Yes, and I’ve been told they do it by rubbing their hind legs!” —6—n
