Diary Pages E

BROADWAY BALLAD

You may be far too busy to remember…
But if you do – perhaps you can recall
The tiny inn we knew that lost December,
The mystic shadows racing on the wall,
And phrases that were beautiful as laughter
That told of love and faith and constancy,
For we had planned a magical thereafter
Nor stopped to ask the fiddler for his fee…

So for a while we fed our healthy hunger…
And wrote new lyrics to an old refrain,
So for a while our dreams grew ever younger
Before old ghosts came tapping on the pane. 

But now it’s time to wrap those dreams away –
Tomorrow’s due…and you…were Yesterday? 

Books.  In any library you will find awaiting you the best that has been thought and felt and said in all the ages.  Peek into many books read a bit here and their.  Take home the book that speaks to you and are suited to your interest.  One of the secrets of life is giving.  We are truly happy only when we give.  The books we read give of themselves fully and honestly and if they are the books that speaks to you.  We are big or small according to the size of our helping hand. 

Read Good Books.  GZS
 

Scientist are allways Intangiblse – Things that can’t be seen nor touch. 

1.  I treasure my watch for something that cant be seen in sentimal value.

2.  If you are to busy to pray, you are to busy.

3.  Books are not rolls to be devoured only when they are fresh.  A good book retains its interior heat and will warm a generation yet unborn.

Jan 1^st 1943 

I’ve carried my burden a far as I can, my strength is good yet were I to quit Ida be less than a good mother. – I’ll carry on! 

Peace!  What know I of this strength of mine or when tis through.  Twas given me by the hand divine of him who knew!   

An Able Craftman of Home-made Philosophy 

Philosophy,

Success is the Fruit of Self Confidence.

1.  She is just one of those people who no matter how much they have on always look as if they’d left something off (Sexy)

 2.  He has an intellectual forehead.

TO A DESERTED GARDEN 

I shall be gone
But trees and flowers I planted
Shall still receive their meed of sun and rain
And grow, without my care and tender watching
If I, perchance, do not return again. 

I shall be gone
But little flower faces
Shall spring from seeds I planted long ago.
Tall hollyhocks, petunias, sweet alyssum
In the old way, shall blossom, row by row. 

My dreams may fade
And die, and dissolution
Yet bet the fate of every cherished thing;
But seeds I planted once in my small garden.
Shall bloom anew with each renascent spring. 

Gladys Gregory, Texas City, Texas

SPRING HOUSECLEANING
Isabel Davies McCloud

I have just been cleaning cupboards, and with neat, housewifely art,
I have set things all in order in the storehouse of my heart.
There were things I always meant to save and look at every day,
And then again a lot of things I should have thrown away.
There were things in wild disorder, and, mixed among the lot.
Were bitter things, and ugly ones that should have been forgot.
But there were scraps of tender dreams – a child’s remembered kiss,
And a poem that my mother wrote – ah, how I treasured this! 

I discovered, though, that ugly things were taking too much space –
Sometimes for new and lovely ones I couldn’t find a place!
And so I’ve tossed the bad things out – the sullen scraps and tatters
Of old-time hurts and fancied wrongs – and here’s what really matters: 

Now that I’ve tossed the dark things out – each cringing one I found —
The others, shine the brighter – shed a radiance all around!
My cleaning work is nearly done, and I suggest you start –
For you’ll find it’s mighty nice, to have clean cupboards in your heart!

ROSEMARY’S GARDEN

Dear Rosemary:  I wonder if you would like this poem for your “Garden.”  It seems to me to have a universal appeal.  I cut it from “The Outlook” probably twenty yeas ago – Miss J. Van Rensselaer, New York.

Mother 

She loved red-birds and bright mornings,
Honeysuckle and sweet spring rose,
Children’s laughter, and pansy faces,
All brave things that the sunlight knows.
She was frail at last like the lilies,
But her smile was sunshine across the snows. 

Music she loved, and friendly greetings,
Kind words spoken and ill, forgot;
She never faltered at any grievance,
Though her heart was hurt and her eyes were hot.
There was nothing honest and wise and merry
And brave and tender, that she was not.

Long ago in a lovely garden
Where dim leaves of the olive stir,
A young man knelt; but had He never
Died for His truth and been laid in myrrh,
I should have heard of the heart’s high courage
And God’s great mercy – because of her.

Willard Wattles

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Thank You! 

1942  January-March
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OUR CHRISTIAN DUTY
By William C. Kernan 

In a materialistic world, men are valued for their wealth, their position, their power, rank, and education.  But with Jesus, men count for what they are in themselves. 

To be a disciple of Christ means much.  And of the things it means, certainly, is that we look upon our fellow men as Christ looks upon them – as priceless souls of infinite worth to God.  It is our Christian duty and opportunity, at this present time, to pray and work for the application of this great principle to our American life, for there are those in our country who proclaim an anti-Christian doctrine of hate and prejudice among men. 

The Communists stir up hatred against capitalists and employers.  The Nazis first stir up hatred against the Jews, and later against other groups.  But Christians can have no part with hatred.  It is against the word and principle of Christ.  Follow the Communist type of hatred and we do not get more Christianity – or more democracy.  We get Communism.  Follow the Nazi kind of hatred, and we do not get more Christianity – or more democracy.  We get Nazism.  But follow Christ’s principal of the sacredness of human life, and we get the kind of country in which hatred is banished and problems are solved by negotiation and understanding. 

And so, too, we shall be developing a better democracy; for the very principles of democracy are that “all men are created equal,” that all are “endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable rights,” that “liberty and justice” are for all.

BUILD ON!
By Thomas Curtis Clark 

Build on!
Here, ‘mid the wreckage of the world
Let hope’s fair banner be unfurled.
Hold to your dream nor let war’s song
Weaken your will to serve.  Be strong!
Build on!

Build on!
Set firm the stones of righteousness,
Raise high the beams of truth.  Confess
With your slow toil your faith in God,
Who rears his kingdom on earth’s sod.
Build on! 

Build on!
Hate’s shrine is but a house of days;
Not so the temple that you raise.
For God, the Architect of light—
‘Tis his – the house you build in night.
Build on!

Bacone Collage Needs Support. 

…not been president of the College very long.  He was given the stupendous task of raising a budget of $65,000.  Only about $15,000 of this comes from endowment funds in the name of the College.  Our Home Mission Society gives another $15,000, and the Woman’s Home Mission Society gives $1000 more.  Student tuition and fees bring in about $9000 annually.  This makes a total of $40,000 income for a budget of $65,000.  There is still $25,000 needed.  Even if this should be obtained, it would do little more than meet the bare needs of existence for the school, such as feeding the children, providing utilities, and paying the salaries.  Among our Baptist people there ought to be a great number who believe in the conversion of American Indians to Christ.  Bacone has a high reputation as an evangelical institution.  There are always numerous baptisms taking place.  No missionary enterprise in the homeland is more worthy of prayer and support than this institution. 

The Growing Evangelical Emphasis 

The theological situation in the churches of this country has undergone considerable change during the past ten years.  Almost every Protestant denomination is now concerned as to its evangelical position.  Those who have been despised and rejected in former years because of their first stand for evangelical truth are now seeing the reward of their faithful but often painful efforts.  The Presbyterian Church in the U.S.A. has declared to the Federal Council of Churches that its membership therein “must be contingent upon its maintaining its evangelical position.”  At the 156^th General Assembly held in Chicago, Dr. Ralph W. Lloyd stated that certain bodies not subscribing to the evangelical position of the Presbyterian Church and the present constitution of the Federal Council were now seeking (clipping ends here).

After a prolonged and painful illness, Dr. George W. Truett has passed to his reward.  The knowledge of his death will have a saddening effect not only among Baptists but wherever Christians who knew about his great work gather.  The memorial service was held in the great auditorium of the First church, Dallas, Texas, where he had served as pastor forty-seven years.  Dr. Louie D. Newton, pastor of the Druid Hills church, Atlanta, Georgia, delivered the sermon.  Governor Coke Stevenson, of Texas, sent a message saying that the whole State “mourned the passing of a great Christian leader.”  Officials of the Southern Baptist Convention paid great tributes to the memory of their departed leader.  Faithful Robert H. Coleman, who served as an assistant to Dr. Truett for many years, conducted the service.  Dr. Truett’s life may be looked upon as proof that in God’s good will every man has a destiny.  Some contest this idea of God’s eternal sovereignty over man’s soul, and do it to their inestimable loss; not so Dr. Truett.  In his youth, it seemed that he was headed for the legal profession, but God had ordained him to be a preacher – and what a preacher!  The tones of his voice were those of the heart.  His simple eloquence made him so understandable that it was small wonder that thousands of sinners who came to hear him stayed to repent of their sins and yield their souls to the keeping of the preacher’s Savior.  Dr. Truett gave many in this world hope and faith.  His portrayal of Christ was always the most winsome and unforgettable vision we have ever head form the lips of any man.  In his family life, as well as in his pulpit, Dr. Truett’s devotion to Christ was in the reigning virtue.  A simple modesty restrained him from much mention of his home life.  We are happy to have on our front cover a portrait of the Truett family which was taken a few years ago.  With Dr. and Mrs. Truett are the three daughters:  Mrs. Robert Milliken, of Dallas; Mrs. Tom Gilliam, of Lynchburg, Virginia; Mrs. Powhatan W. James, of Tuscaloosa, Alabama.

In the death of Dr. Brayton C. Case, Northern Baptists have suffered a great loss.  He was an outstanding agricultural missionary.  For his work at the Pyinmana School, he received the Kaiser-I-Hind Medal in 1934 for conspicuous service in agriculture.  When the Japanese invaded Burma, Dr. Case accompanied General Joseph W. Stilwell on his famous retreat into India.  Dr. Case was born in Rangoon and came to the United States at the age of thirteen.  In 1917, he married Miss Lena Tillman, also a Baptist missionary in Moulmein.  Mrs. Case died in 1939 at Newton Center, Massachusetts.  To the surviving son, Clarke Tillman Case, a graduate of Harvard Medical School, now working in the New Jersey State Hospital, at Marlboro, New Jersey, we express our profound sympathy.  At the time of his death, Dr. Case was attached to the American Army as a civilian assistant in rehabilitation, taking charge of agricultural centers in the Kachin Hills.  He was drowned in Northern Burma, it is believed somewhere along the new Ledo Road, possibly near Myitkyina.  Such missionaries as Brayton Case are not numerous.  Their places are hard to fill when they go.