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WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 25, 1976 itazarmuy
elitISSELS
Serving Brussels and the surrounding community.
Published each Wednesday afternoonat Brussels, Ontario
by McLean Bros. Publishers, Limited.
Evelyn Kennedy - Editor Dave Robb - Advertising
Country river
Member Canadian Community Newspaper Association and
f r Ontario Weekly Newspaper Association 0,NA C
Subscription's (in advance) Canada $6.00 a year. Others
$8.00 a year, Single Copies 15 cents each.
We're bewildered
•
The province's left hand doesn't know what its
right hand is doing.
. After, in the words of a councillor, "pushing" the
village of Brussels to get on with development' of a $3
million sewer system, the province has decided to
postpone any sewer work here until 1978.,
Brussels council is left holding the bag. after
deciding to go ahead with .a system that environment
officials assured them was necessary. They've gone
ahead against a lot of. opposition. The on again, off
again sewers have divided the village. "
• The postponement will make those who fought
paying $200 a year for 40 years for sewers very ,
happy. .It will make those who agreed with the
Ontario Municipal Board decision, that sewers in
Brussels were necessar'y because sewage pollution
was making the Maitland unsafe, angry.
But probably a large number of people are simply
left bewildered. Does the province think Brussels
needs sewers or not?; How will a postponement of
more than a year save money?
Why build a new house and put in a septic system
that will be obsolete with sewers' in 1978? Why build
anything in a village where the question of sewers is
up in the air for another two .years? • Can the
provincial politicians blame people for wondering
about these questions?
Sewer,construction costs are bound to rise by the
time the province now says the system will get
underway, late in 1978.
Who is going to carry the ball for a sewer system
that may cost $4 million by then?
TODAY'S CHILD
BY HELEN ALLEN
ANXIOUS TO PLAY HOCKEY
Peter has just tutted 12. He is a healthpboy with blonde hait,,
blue eyes and endearing freckles: His disposition is as agreeable .
As his looks, for he is lovable and fun to be with,
Peter is active and mischievous and full Of jokes, He is not
always obedient but is usually co-operative about following rides
if he understands the .reasons for them.
Average in ability, Peter is repeating grade five Last year was
an unsettled time for him arid his troubles were reflected in his
school work, He is still weak in phonics and maths but his
teach& is pleased with his ptogtess, lie loves music.
Any kind of outdoor activity appeals to Peter and he's taget to
try new things:, He has just learned to skate and is anxious tniet
IMO hockey,
Peter nee & a Mind where he. will be the only child Or whete
Other children are either much bidet or much younger.
TO 'ingitite about adopting Peter. pledge write to Today's
'Child, Ministry of Community & Services,. Box 888, St
Station I<T, Toronto M4P 2a2„ In your letter tell something of
your present and your way of
Per general adoption information, contact your local
Children's Aid Society,
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Amen
by Karl ,Schuessier'
I like church services where the colleetioh
Comes after the sermon. Not before; That way
I know what I'm paying for.
Not tee long ago a church usher handed me
the plate. .I wanted to say "no thank y on".
But I didn't. I took the plate and passed it on
to the fellow sitting next to me. I didn't put in
a cent.
Call it consumer revolt. A captive' listener's
revenge. Or poCket book diplomacy. Or maybe
I was just plain stubborn that morning. Or
maybe I was just unmoved--paralyzed?--by
the sermon.
Whatever it was, I wasn't satisfied with the
goods delivered that morning. Why, I figured,
should I Pay for something I didn't get:
I came to church to find a little hope. Some
kind of assurance. Something to help me_carry
on.And all I got was despair --as much despair
as the world gives me. .
The preacher didn't have to give "me a
recital on how much the world is going to pot.
I get that every hour-on-the-hour news
broadcast. •
get it from that sinking feeli ng inside me.
He doesn't have to complain about all* the
people who aren't there. The Saturday night
howlers. The Sunday morning sleepers. The
unbelievers. The disbelievers. It's certainly
not helping them out. And only making me
feel snug and smug.
But not for long. Now it's my turn. Why am
I here? Did I come With a ,grudge? With a
Midge? A yawn ? Or am here to see my
friendS? Drink a free cup of coffee afterwards?
Plan an outing for the afternoon?
After that dressing down, then he tells me I
heed a dressing up. A thorough going-over.
A complete thrm,about. Give up this vice. Take
up that virtue. Unload Certain companions.
Take on new approved ones. Delete that
expletive . Delight in Kings English,
God starts to look like sotne,petty lord with a
veracious appetite, Give him some crumbs
and before y ou knoW it he'll Scratch for a
whole loaf. I Can n ever do enough for him,
First WS one dollar, then five, then ten. First
To the Editor:
I thank you for publishing a letter 'LIM Week
iri your paper under' the heading "Reader
thanks late''.
With due haste I think the Many On the
hundteds), who worked' so hard to promote or
sign the petition asking tet .the vote on the
Issue "Sewage etc," deserve recognition and
it's Sunday morning service, then midweek,
then choir practice. More . More. More.
More. I'll never be able to do enough.
God's, total Mr. Clean. He's not satisfied
with a washed face or scrubbed hands. He
wants to scour,out all the crevices. Poke in all
the corners. He wants behind the ears. Inside
the ears,
And that's when I balk. BeCause there's
end to that kind of God., So my ears deafen to
all the preacher's pleadings. His urgings. Try.
Try. Try harder. . •
Doesn't the, preacher realize? Even t if I
wanted to do all those good things, I can't.
You can't tell a dead man to get and walk. You
don't` make a sick man better by yelling at
him,' "You're sick. You're sick. Get better.
I need some one to pick irie up. To raise me
up. Make me better. Put new love into me.
And that's what' the preacher won't do. He
wants me, to.be my own self l help man. Cure
myself. With all -those very best do-it-yourself
kits; prayer, determination, ,dolooding, and
yes, do-believing. If I believe enough, trust
enough, hope enough, that's all it takes. If I, I,
I, I, but I can't.
I let that collection plate slip right on. past
me that morning. Because I'm not putting
down one nickel for all that kind of weariness.
It makes me despair all the More.
I can't Stand to hear anymore about all the
mighty acts I Should perform. Even a good
thing like faith turns into another act I must
perform.
I came to hear about the'inighty acts of God.
What God does. What He's done for me. I
want the new life He gives. 1 know I need help
from the outside. I can't look for any. front
Myself.
Whenever that preacher starts making me
look to God—and not myself, and whenever .
that preacher really tells me the good news',
then I 11 start putting some df my tents to that
kind of God' sense. .
thanks foe their efforts.
The Citiiens of Brussels,- although tailing to
convince out present council to give' Us a vote,
have demoristtated by the petition that they
still believe in the deiriOdratie process. Thank
Yours truly,
Ian iVictiOtiald,
Paying for the goads
.the tvr
Citizeng believe in democracy
'you,