Tárogató, 1940-1941 (3. évfolyam, 1-12. szám)
1940-11-01 / 5. szám
16 TÁROGATÓ other. Let us see the necessity of removing the causes of discord that we may work constructively and build beautifully. To do so we must be led by the spirit of Christ.’ Certainly something has been accomplished. Since the outbreak of the war we have had hardly the slightest friction between any of our people, but we have had abundant evidence of comradeship and understanding. We have seen Germans and Czechoslovaks working together in friendliest fashion. We have seen German women knitting socks for Canadian soldiers and Russians helping the Red Cross work of Finland. Recently we asked one of the German men who had lost his position in a factory — merely because he was a German — if there had been any antagonism shown to him by any of our people, and he re plied that there had been nothing but friendliness. On more than one occasion we have heard it suggested, ‘There would be no war if we could have everywhere the spirit manifest in the Church of All Nations.” “Finding God Together” “The Church of All Nations has constantly grown in the estimation of the people of the community and of the New Canadians throughout the city. It is admired and respected by all but the promoters of wrong and by them its influence is feared. It is to thousands a unique centre of helpfulness and progress. Their respect for the whole United Church is increased because of it. More important still, to very, very many, it has given light, the Light that has lighted their path in a dark, dark day. Let me quote from an altogether unexpected letter which has just come to hand: T enjoy particularly the spirit of fellowship which seems to pervade the Church. Perhaps it is something deeper than that. God is really there... I love your church more than any other I have ever been in.” A Pilgrim No man has any glimmering of the secret of my father’s life who knows not that he was a sailor steering his ship over the high seas of life towards the harbour of perfect peace; that he was always hunting that strangely beautiful vision, Perfect Love .... Life was a battle, and he could not sheathe his sword until the last enemy had been destroyed; it was a road, and he could not cast away his cockle-hat and shoon until he had entered through the gates into the city; it was a voyage, and he could not pull down the sails until he was safe home in port... Yet it is only stupid people who think that the vision of the loveliest city in the loveliest land dims the pilgrim’s eyes to the fair beauties of this world. He did not make the most of two worlds; but as he lived to be worthy of that city with foundations, God counted him worthy to find along the dusty road of traffic and toil and pain the well of deep joys which only the true pilgrim can discover. W. B. Brash: Love and Life. * * * Give me my scallop-shell of Quiet, My staff of Faith to walk upon; My script of Joy, immortal diet, My bottle of Salvation, My gown of Glory, hope’s true gage; And thus I’ll take my pilgrimage. —Sir Walter Ralegh. —from The United Churchman. What Is Your Life Is the “outer man” in charge in your life? Are you spending your strength getting things? For that is all the “outer man” can do. Yet the day comes on apace when the value of getting things will have passed. There comes the fateful day, soon, too soon, when the verb “To Have” will have lost all meaning and value. And each will stand stripped and naked before God. Then it is that only the verb “To Be” will have any value and meaning. What we are, and have become through grace, and how we have ripened into the image of God, will be all that matters, all that retains any value. Then the short-lived pride of life and the puny pomp of man, that so fill the stage of life today, will have become the tragic memory of a pathetic blindness.—Northcote Deck. —from The United Churchman»
