Amerikai Magyar Reformátusok Lapja, 1932 (33. évfolyam, 1-53. szám)
1932-09-10 / 37. szám
8 AMERIKAI MAGYAR REFORMÁTUSOK LAPJA AND AFTER THE CONFERENCE? For three days the little church in Lackawanna was filled to capacity with young people from different parts of America. On the fourth morning the church was empty for the conference wac over! Outside, here and there, I could still see familiar faces, as good-bye were said, hands clasped, voices whispered “Till we meet again”, and one by one young men and women left the premises of the church. I alone stood at the threshold of the church looking in at the empty pews. How: very quiet it was there, only sun rays streaming in thru the windows, crowning with glory the peace and solitude of the church. I walked down the aisle with sadness in my heart, for another conference was over, another group dispersed, and the individuals—what had they carried back home with themselves? A miracle happened as I now stood at the front of the church. The pews were no longer empty, whispering voices, sounds of laughter flitted all about me. This place where we worshipped, where we discussed our problems took on an atmosphere as that of everlasting prayer. I had thought the church empty and it was full of life! Young People had left their very souls in the chill wood and stone of the church. I had been sad because the thought, that the young people would now go home and forget all they received and forget to give themselves to the cause for which they must stand, was most eminent in my mind. As Jesus spoke to his disciples and to the multitudes in parables, so did He speak to me in the little church. How wrong I had been to even allow a thought like that to enter my heart and make me sad. The conference could not last forever, but its memory would linger on eternally in our souls, just as the eternal ghosts of laughter, whispering voices, souls of worshipping young people, would live on in this church. If young people could leave their marks on chill wood and stone, then surely those three days with Christ must have left greater marks on their human souls. Isaiah’s words “They shall mount up with wings as eagles”, echoed in my ears. Till now, we young people were wingless as, according to the legend the birds had been at the time of creation. God decided to make wings for the beautiful birds, for only then could they soar high up in the skies. The birds, quite satisfied with life as it was, hesitated in putting the wings over their shoulders. Wings would only be weights, and of no use to them, for they knew not how to use them. But, they were obedient to God’s command and foled the wings over their hearts. In time the wings grew on to their little bodies. Soon they discovered that the wings after all could be used! The young people are as wingless birds, taking up their burdens, their duties and tasks, binding them about their hearts, and during the coming year, with the winged birds, soaring higher and higher up towards the throne of God. “They shall amount up with wings as eagles!” It was time for me to^ leave the church. I bowed my head and thanked Jesus for giving me one glimpse of the future in the lives of our youth. “Whither Young People?” “The land whither ye go to possess it is a land of hills and valley and drinketh water of the rain of heaven; a land which the Lord thy God careth for; the eyes of the Lord are always upon it, from the beginning of the year even unto the end of the year.” (Debut. 11: 11—12) Every soul, girded with its burdens, is ready to go out and possess the land, to soar high over it as eagles with wings. The land first of all is a land of hills, but this mattered not for the ghostlike voices all about me were whispering in unison: “We want to scale the utmost height And catch a gleam of glory bright; But still we’ll pray, till heaven we’ve found Lord lead us to the higher ground.” The sadness from my heart is gone. The conference may be over, but its memory lingers on in the little church, and to the young people it gave wings with which to soar high during the coming year. Slowly, with happiness now filling my heart, I passed down the aisle once more, and I too, left the premises of the church. Elizabeth Komáromy. MÁRTHÁK ÉS MÁRIÁK. A NŐEGYLETEK ORSZÁGOS KONFERENCIÁJA a végleges megalakulást későbbre halasztotta. Amig ennek az ideje elérkezik, a szervezkedés munkáját az eddigi tisztikar folytatja tovább, amelynek sorában csak egy uj névvel, Nt. Újlaki Ferencné nevével találkozunk, akit elnökké választottak meg. A pénztárnoki jelentést legközelebb közöljük.
