The Ladies Page


| May/June 1962



Country Echoes

By MAE BABER, R.D.2, Brandon, Wisconsin

It makes me rather happy this morning to find that we are still not too old to take a chance, and we are really taking one this morning. It is 6:10a.m. and we are headed 225 miles due north to the funeral of a dear friend, and heavy snow is the forecast for the entire state.

Should we be making the trip now, in May or June, all of nature would be be awake and growing but we are rather welcoming seeing the north country in its winter dress as I write this column.

The evergreens, of which we have relatively few in our locality, are beautiful with their white covering. They remind me of the row of green sentinels which stood back of the church sheds where the horses were kept while we worshipped in the old country church about forty years ago. It was on a spring morning in 1924 in that church that I found Christ as my Saviour.

Mother and Dad Wilsie , as we called them, took us with them to Sunday School and Church. They were good neighbors who sensed our spiritual needs. Today we are going to the funeral of their youngest son's wife and it brings back a flood of memories. If there are some unchurched youngsters in your neighborhood think what it may mean to them if you tuck them under your parental wings and make an attempt at being their spiritual parents.

Then there is the ironical truth that when parents try to hand down a spiritual heritage to their children it is sometimes most unappreciated and even bitterly resented. It is then that heartbreak for parents come as every Christian realizes God has no grand-children. Each individual has his own decision to make and he can either accept or reject salvation. We can hand down many things but not this. In a world full of all kinds of ideologies how carefully we should walk that our life may speak even more vehemently than what we say.