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realism
By Rev. James E. Forsythe
Exeter United Church
Christmas
was born A REAL
was born.
The church has had to emphasize
this. In earlier days it wasn’t the divini
ty of Christ that was questioned but his
humanity, e.g., He only appeared to
Jesus was born in Bethlehem in the
days of Herod. What a place and time
to be born? Born in a stable cave.
My plea today is for realism.
Maybe I am overacting to the idealism
of our day which often cops out of reali
ty — whether it be among the young
with their mind-blowing mysticism or
the old clutching our securities and not
too anxious to be disturbed.
It is not that I want to deny you
some of the frills of Christmas.
Anything that can add to real joy can
not be all that bad. My call is not to
forget the facts of the story — the
shepherds smelly from their work, the
background of the oppression of oc
cupation, the climate of violence and
the fact that He came unto his own and
his own received him not.
It was (I) A REAL PLACE
which Jesus came. Jesus was born
Bethlehem. I don’t want to be
to
in
a
spoilsport. We have tended to sen
timentalize and romanticize the place.
Its name indicates a village in the
grainfields.
It was a workaday world. The
shepherds were doing their job. The
motel keeper had a good volume of
business.
What has Christmas to say to our
industrial world, to our commercial
world and to our technological world?
It is little use belittling that world.
Jesus came to his world. It wasn’t a
perfect world. We must come to grips
with ours, imperfect though it is.
It is the kind of world that Dickens
saw had nothing but a crust for Tiny
Tim. It was a world of the Herods and
his power structure. Herod would seek
the young child and in turn slew all the
children. Here was a race murder.
Where is the reality of Christmas a-
midst the cries of hurting children?
Where is Christmas in the midst of
cruel conditions?
I am saying all this in case we ap
proach Christmas as a kind of wonder
world and not face the real world.
The problem of the preacher is to
penetrate through the ideas of babies
and comets, wise men and shepherds
and put them in modern clothing. We
must show they were real people with
real problems and hopes.
I want to emphasize — that Christ
mas has lasted these 2000 years not
because it is an escape from reality but
because people believe that God
entered that world in the person of
Jesus. The important thing is not what
the world can do to us but what we do
for it.
The place was the real world.
God will come in the singing of the
carols BUT don’t miss Him in the face,
the sweating face of a child who needs
a fix. Maybe you’re that fix. Or don’t
miss Him in the faces of a couple
whose home is splintering to bits, and
they need your steadying influence and
your listening ear.
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suffer.
The New Testament shows the
humanity of Jesus. There were times
when he was exhausted. Emotionally
he knew the meaning of anger.
It is when you try to assess this
man Jesus that you see His greatness.
The insights of His teaching come down
to us.
Malcolm Muggeridge would write
a book, “Jesus Rediscovered’’. He
writes, “In Him shone the light of the
world. I know absolutely that you can
derive strength and illumination from a
relationship with the man in the
gospels.”
We have the impact of that per
sonality if Jesus in the New Testament
and in the stories to whom He has come
in many ways. Dietrich Bonhoeffer
would celebrate Christmas in prison
and find the meaning of Christmas.
I believe that we need to meet the
person Jesus in the experiences of our
life. We must see Him as the Man for
Others, but we must also see Him as
the man for “me”. The manger isn’t a
bad place to begin, but we have to put
with the cradle the idea of a cross and a
crown. All
gospel.
Lastly,
Bethlehem
PURPOSE. The child was to be a ruler.
Jesus was the man born to be King.
Herod didn’t doubt the reality of that
claim. He tried a conspiracy with the
Wisemen.
One of the enigmas of history is
how goodness survives when evil plots
her conspiracy. As Christians, we
believe that God will work His purpose
out. We get impatient. Why is God so
slow?
Let us take time amid the rush to
look at the purpose of Christmas.
Joseph and Mary and a baby show
God’s purpose for the family. Is there
any substitute for the family? The
question becomes so relevant to those
of us who counsel so many in distress.
One Christmas our church was ask
ed to respond to a last minute call to
play Santa to a family where dad had
decided to walk out. I felt good in
fulfilling the purpose of Jesus on behalf
of our people. I suppose love describes
that purpose. Somehow Scrooge is out
of place a.t Christmas.
I want to acknowledge the good
work of many organizations who take
the time to make Christmas a happy
time. There isn’t much use in criticiz
ing the Innkeeper for not giving Joseph
a room if we ourselves don’t use the
room we have at our festive table.
Soon the Christmas season will go.
Many get a big let-down. Let me plead
with you to take Jesus with you into
January and succeeding months. The
Januarys of our life are often cold and
depressive. The purpose of Jesus does
not end with the first Christmas. The
real force of Advent is that it is a
preparation for the coming of the King.
Some call it the Second Advent. We do
know that the[Scriptures declare its fact
but not its time.
Take the Christmas hope with you.
Christmas can bring many memories.
Many of you will have a vacant chair in
your home. Remember the verse not in
that poor lowly stable, with the oxen
standing by we shall see Him but in
Heaven, Set at God’s right hand on
high, When like stars, His children
crowned. All in white shall wait
around.
May you and yours have a blessed
Christmas Season.
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Well, here it is, our final column for
1978...in what seems to be about six
months after we sat down to write our
first one of the current year.
Despite all the problems people en
counter, the one which is often men
tioned the most is the fact that time
speeds by so quickly. The past year has
certainly been no exception.
Many of us have just finished making
the final payment on last year’s Christ
mas gifts and already the bills are star
ting to arrive for this year’s celebra
tion.
For the past few days we’ve been
compiling the annual yearrend review,.,
for next week’s publication. It’s a plea- -’
sarit task in some regards, but one that
also brings with it a few sad memories
that indicate that Christmas 1978 will
not be as enjoyable for some. There
will be some empty places at their
dinner tables, although we trust the
happy memories of loved ones who will
not be there will in some way fill the
void.
For some, this will be their final
Christmas with friends and relatives.
That may appear to be a rather in
congruous thought at this time of joy
and happiness, but when studied more
carefully, in reality points up the need
to share this precious time of year even
more joyfully with those about us.
It’s a time to look beyond the tinsel
and the material aspect of the holiday
and to realize that the love and un
derstanding that can be shared is the
most precious gift of all.
Grasp the opportunity this Christmas
to say in word and deed that which is
too often left undone. It will bring a
special meaning to your Christmas en
joyment that will carry on throughout
the year and for the many Christmases
to come.* * *
Looking through the pages of last
year also brings to mind that it was not
a particularly enjoyable one for many
people in view of the many confron
tations that beset out community in the
way of strikes and squabbles.
Many of those situations were down
right . disparaging with angry words
tandj deeds; being generated from many,
‘Sides. Hopefully, the time that has
elapsed has healed the wounds.
The true test, of course, only comes
when it is determined if we have learn
ed from those unfortunate incidents so
they are not repeated. We trust that
will be the case as we wipe the slate
clean to embark on a new year.
* * *
On the whole, the past year has been
kind to most people. The list of com
munity and individual achievements is
lengthy indeed, providing the in
disputable evidence that we live in a
most favored place where oppor
tunities abound for those who are will
ing to expend the necessary fortitude
and dedication.
There was an attitude in the minds of
some that the rosy bloom may be
diminishing, but the gloom and doom
that was espoused was easily accepted
Sugar and Spice
Dispensed by Smiley
It's a very trying time
December is a trying time. For one
thing, it’s so dang SUDDEN. There you
are, tottering along a day at a time,
thinking it’s still fall and you must get
the snow tires and storms on one of
these fine Saturdays, and throw some
firewood into the cellar, and get some
boots and replace the gloves you lost
last March. Christmas is away off
there.
And then — bang! — you look out one
morning, and there’s December, in all
it’s unglory: a bitter east wind driving
snow, and a cold chill settles in the
very bones of your soul.
Winter wind as sharp as a witch’s
tooth sneaks in around uncaulked doors
and windows. Your wife complains of
the terrible draught from under the
basement door. You investigate and
find that one of the basement windows
has been blown in and has smashed on
the woodpile. You clamber up over the
wood, knocking pieces off shins and
knuckles, and jam some cardboard in
the gap.
Creep cautiously outside, and nearly
bust your bum. There’s ice under that
thar snow. Make it to the garage, and
find that your car doors are all frozen
solid shut. Beat them with your bare
fists until the latter are bleeding and
your car is full of dents. Finally get
them open with a bucket of hot water
and a barrel of hotter language.
Slither and grease your way to work,
arriving in a foul mood and with bare
hands crippled into claws, bootless feet
cold as a witch’s other appendage.
Come out of work to go home and
find a half-inch of frozen rain and snow
covering your car, and ho sign of your
scraper, and another deep dent where
some idiot slid into your car door on
the parking lot.
I could go on and on, but it’s only rub
bing salt in the wounds of the average
Canadian. Get home from work and
find that the furnace is on the blink,
and the repairman is tied up for the
next two days. And your wife is also fit
to be tied up over your dilatoriness.
Surely there is some way raround
this suddeness of December. b there
not some far-seeing politician (if that
is not a contradiction in terms), who
would introduce a bill to provide for an
extra month between, let’s say,
November 25th and December 5th.
I wouldn’t care what he called it. It
could be Lastember, referring to your
fast-dying hope that there wouldn’t be
a winter this year. Or Last Call, or
Final Warning, or She’s Acomin!
Anything that gave us a good jolt.
It would be a good thing for
merchants. They could have special
Lastember sales of gloves and boots
and snow tires and ear muffs and
caulking guns and weather stripping
and antifreeze and nose warmers,
before plunging into their pre
Christmas sales, which are promptly
replaced by their January sales.
It would be great for the Post Office,
which could start warning us in June
that all Christmas mail must be posted
by the first day of Lastember if we
wanted it delivered before the follow
ing June.
It would make a nice talking point for
all those deserters and traitors and
rich people who go south every year.
Instead of smirking, “Oh, we’re not go
ing south until Boxing Day. Hate to
miss an old-fashioned Canadian Christ
mas,” they could really shove it to us
by Iearing, “Yes, we thought we’d wait
this year until the last day of
Lastember, you know. Avoid the
pushing and vulgarity of the holiday
rush.
If nothing else, it would give us a
break from the massive nauseating
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by those who realize that a bit of belt
tightening isn’t that difficult to take in
view of the fact that our standard of
living is beyond reason in the first
place.
It’s a message that will probably
prevail throughout the coming year
and possibly the youth in our midst will
find it most difficult to accept if they
judge their mode of living on that
which their elders have come to expect
and enjoy.
But they must be reminded that op
portunity still exists for those who are
willing to pay. the price. Those Who sit
on their haunches and expect the good
times to roll, will obviously be disap
pointed.
Most of our elected officials at all
levels have aired their pleas for
restraint, and as long as everyone ex
hibits that and doesn’t think it’s only up
to the Other fellow, the new year should
be comparable to the one which is now
waning.
We’re still the envy of the vast ma
jority of people around the world and
they’d find it most enjoyable living un
der our so-called hard times.
★ ★ *
So, as we say farewell for 1978, our
message is simple: may you enjoy love
and understanding this festive season
and health and happiness in the coming
year.
From our house to yours, thanks for
all your kindnesses in the past.
volume of pre-Christmas advertising,
which begins toward the end of October
and continues, remorselessly, right
into Christmas Day.
Best of all, perhaps it would give
dummies like me a chance to avoid
looking like such a dummy.
Procrastinators, who flourish during a
sunny November, such as we had this
year, would have no more excuses. All
their wives would have to do is point to
the calendar and say, “Bill, do you
realize it’s only three days until
Lastember. Isn’t it time you did your
Lastember chores?”
In fact, if that fearless politician who
is going to introduce the Lastember
Bill in the house wants some advice,
here is a codicil for him. Somewhere in
the Bill should be the warning, in bold
type: “Procrastinators will be
Prosecuted!” Jeez, why not? They
prosecu te you for everything else.
If such a month were added to the
calendar — maybe we could start it
with Grey Cup Day — people like me
wouldn’t go on thinking that Christmas
is weeks away.
Instead, on the last day of
Lastember, with all their winter
chores in hand, they’d know that
Christmas was practically on top of
them, like a big, old horse blanket, and
they’d leap into the proper spirit, lining
up a Christmas tree, laying in their
booze, tuning up their pipes for the
carols.
As it is now, we know that Christmas
is like a mirage. It’s way off there
somewhere, and no need to panic.
Then, with that startling Suddeness,
it’s December 22nd, all the Christmas
trees have been bought, the only
remaining turkeys look like vultures,
and the liquor store is bedlam. Who’s
for a Lastember?
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55 Years Ago
Dr. C. Fletcher of Hensail
occupied the pulpit in the
Presbyterian Church on
Sunday in the absence of the
pastor.
Mr. W. E. Sanders on
Monday shot one of the big
California jack rabbits and
experienced a lively time
doing so. He was on the road
in his buggy waiting for the
dogs to bring the rabbit
around when it came down
the road toward him, closely
followed by the dogs. He
pulled the horse to one side
and yelled to scare the rabbit
into the field and shot it from
the buggy. The noise of the
gun frightened the horse and
they went down the road pell
mell for one half mile before
he could stop the beast. He
says he will not try it again.
The rabbit weighed over 11
pounds.
Mr. Matt Routley was
elected president of the
Exeter District Plowmen’s
Association at their annual
meeting in the town hall last
Saturday afternoon.
The Boy Scouts of town
should be commended for
their kindly Christmas spirit
in distributing a large
number of Santa Claus
stockings to the children of
the town on Christmas eve.
30 Years Ago
New 1949 licence plates
will go on sale Monday
January 3.
This year there are 35 on
the roll for classes in the
High School for displaced
persons. The course of study
is basic English.
It was the stork that
brought Mr. and Mrs.
Sheldon Wein their best
Christmas present this year,
Sherry, a baby son, was born
on-Christmas morning.
Mr. Charles Waghorn was
the winner of the radio at
Robertson’s Drug Store.
The best bushel of turnips
submitted by the members
of the Huron club at
Achievement Night was that
of Harry Dougall.
Santa Claus arrived by air
at the Centralia RCAF
Station on Wednesday af
ternoon and thrilled close to
500 children.
20 Years Ago
The CGIT of Caven
Presbyterian Church
presented the Christmas
Vesper service in the church
on Sunday evening. Carole
Hogarth was the leader for
the service.
In competition with United
Church Sunday Schools from
London and surrounding
district, four pupils from
James Street United Church
in Exeter upheld their
knowledge of the Bible
without a defeat, The
members of the team were
Ann Fairbairn, Elsie Gosar,
Larry Idle, and George
Godbolt with Linda Hunter-
Duvar and Douglas Huntley
as spares.
A threat of rabies in the
area has prompted Hay
Township to pass a bylaw
stating that all dogs must be
tied up, effective im
mediately until further
notice.
A new feature for pupils of
Lumley School in Usborne
Township this year was an
old-fashioned sleigh ride
around th district. It was
organized by teacher Mrs.
William Mair.
15 Years Ago
About $200 worth of
sweaters, slacks and other
apparel was stolen from T.
C. Joyntand Son Men’s Wear
store at Hensail Christmas
night. Entry was gained by
breaking the glass in the
front door.
Loss of around $25,000 was
estimated in a barn fire near
Clandeboye early Monday
morning which destroyed
vehicles, livestock and
produce. The barn belonged
to Joe Vanneste, RR 1
Clandeboye.
The value of a young girl’s
letter to Santa Claus now has
reached the $2,500 mark
since its Christmas sen
timents were first published
in the T-A eight years ago.
Elizabeth Knox, daughter of
Rev. and Mrs. Norman Knox
wrote the letter which read
“There are children who
need presents more than I
do. I hope you have plenty of
toys for them.’’ Her wish was
read by “Another Elizabeth”
in London who made an
anonymous donation to the
girl through the Free Press.
Since then, Elizabeth has
received a total of $2,500 all
of which is in a trust fund for
her education.
Christmas
BY ROBIN KRAFT
Stephen Central
C is for Christ who was
born that night
H oly was that scene
R is for reighning over the
world
I is for I love Christmas
S is for the shining star
T is for the townspeople
seeing him
M ary was his mother mild
A is for adoring him
S on of the Father
Santa
BYKIMHORNER
and ARLENE WALPER
Stephen Central
Nick,
Jolly, chubby,
Driving reindeer sled,
Kindhearted, generous,
noble, cheerful,
Santa
A Special Light
BY LORRI MCDONALD
Grade 6
Mount Carmel
Way up high
Shone a light
Big and bright
That led Mary and Joseph
to Bethlehem
In a stable lean and low
Mary gave birth to a boy
In her arms he was
held with joy
As sheperds watched
And angels sang
So on Christmas day
We remember it that way.
Christmas
BY KIM BISHOP
Rooms
Mount Carmel
C hristmas presents under
me
H appy to see
Remembering I’m a tree not
a person
I like to see everyone happy
S ometimes I fall over
T reat to open presents under
me
M any decorations on my
branches
A lways merry to be a tree
S anta puts presents under
me.
T ime to rest my branches
R esting my branches
E veryone has a Christmas
tree
E very tree is jolly about
Christmas.
All About
Christmas
BY ROOM 5
Of Biddulph Central
I’ve often heard my
teacher say,
In the snow the children play
On Christmas Eve,
They’re so relieved!
All little children prepare for
bed,
While great big thoughts
danse in their heads
Of sugar plums and candy,
too,
And hopes that all their
dreams come true.
It’s still dark as they creep
down the stairs
To shake and guess about
what might be theirs.
All of a sudden the lights
switch on,
They twirl around and See
mother’s yawn.
Excitedly the wrappings are
torn
This has been waited for,
Christmas morn.
New games and toys bring
lots of joys
For merry little girls and
boys.
Delighted smells soon fill the
air,
Turkeys, cranberries, pies to
share.
All are so full of good things
to eat,
It’s even hard to stand on
their feet.
Stuffed, sleepy and sorry it’s
done,
But it was sure alot of fun.
The excitement is over I’m
sore to say,
Saint Nicholas will be back
for next Christmas day!
December
BY BRENDA HUXTABLE
Grade 5
J.A.D. McCurdy
Delighted children play in
the soft white snow
Every light breeze has a
friendly whisper, saying
“hello.”
Christmas is the joyous
holiday in this frosty
month.
Even grownups like to see
the flakes come down.
Mothers and Fathers rush
around looking for gifts
Boys and girls dream of
sugars and sweets
Evergreens let the snow fall
on them
Restless children can’t wait
until Santa comes.