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Home My WebLink AboutThe Lucknow Sentinel, 1984-01-18, Page 6_ • .„:,••••" • 1/4",••":4;,.. .#1e. •W, k 4 "111'.';',',M--r1ii''• • . • 4•41i. -s„,;(4.;' •"• • • ••• ,.,„„ntp"m2mansmammunnat..semia, • ,,,,4,74"7,, • 19au ''''•=s=a"..5M=1:F=510=72S.-iMIZEMI-M5CSOMME&Mlogetcawa=tuezimuszetm ,1•1 • •••,• • ,1 11;Pk, . . Luc stretch director managers at • Successes riitherhnw• anisare heading 1 on. Under x,a54* amateur coaC t0 -ams are enjoying •SU •:11*}!,f . 'asu • --tedin the nUlnbero-.. f oho. r:w 4 , had the oppOtUfliti 1tockey season game, Its rules ani what it is to play But it is importan managers whose tune minor hockey syste associations in ne* Parents in Luck no'.. , managers i sportsmanshiplhan to win a. • "ir' vetibodY, on the be . 1,,,- es who will • ,,=,....:‘ ...i.,..,,•.,,,, fl ck skill and di*01/ Aitia. l' talent 0,team's on 1, scold their • j P . -Criticism and ' short We are fortunate tO have excellent' coaches and "4 tr.. 11" managers EAYate the time, . they-spen with lea es , who notonly spend all,,,,, . winter atteitding Practices an 4 games but takLe the• lime_tOr ' counsel it player what*frustrated or 1ac. confidence. Coaches who enjoy spending time with the boys. at the aretuLandthen turn around and host a pi ',fa them at their homes on a Saturday afternoon. ' ' Lucknow his ,produced two (Me national hockey league players, Paul Henderson and Dave Parrish.. Both men are also a credit to society off ,the ice. Certainly their minor hockey coaches,and managers played .! role in the success Thu- th enjoy. today. . Lucknow should be proud of its hocke coaches and mOnagers. They are working with the citixons of tomorrow • and they are doing a fine job. The Luckitow Atom A hockey tritmipent,Satur•day *Bemoan at the farm of their' ceach Gerald Murray when they went for a horse drawn sleigh dile. The boys and their parents enjoyed! a bowl of hot Chill after the afternoon's actkiltles. Shiro% driving the team areIeft, teammtuusger Rim Crick and tight, testm coach, Gerald Murray wlth members of the team. [Photo by Sharon Dietz] .4' •• 44 1 Man is a frail creature. He punishes himself unnecessarily and suffers even when his sins have been forgiven. The voice of his conscience remains to repeatedly whisper of his guilt when it should have been forgotten long ago. The Reverend Duncan MacLeod was a man in this category. Yet no matter what the people of Redtrees thought of him, or- what he imagined their thoughts *0 be, to some other people in the region, there was no . other greater man in the whole .of the Caledon hills. To the Indians he was still a brave man in the service of the Great Spirit. He was, and always would be, "the Little Spirit who rides the horse. They saw no other white man except MacLeod.. Beside him, the other pale faced stranger were but shadows, and in their rough way, the Indians revered and jhonoured the minister as a brother. One morning, an Indian rode into the community, disregarding the boundaries and not caring whether he passed through barn yards, cabin pathways or planted fields. He ignored the harsh looks of people who saw him as a wild, clumsy intruder and rode directly to the Church of Redtrees. MacLeod was platting potatoes in •his kitchen garden and seeing the Indian, he left his cutting knife and some oversprouted seed on the newly worked sandy soil, and walked towards the church to ascertain the reason for the man's visit. The Indian was a young brave who spoke very little English. "Little Spirit come," he ordered abruptly. MacLeodknew these people, and without • hesitation, he went quickly to the manse, hastily saddled his horse and rode out with the Indian towards the north-west. • A few miles away in the bush an old , member of the tribe who had been out with a hunting party, found' he no longer had the sftrength to do the things he used to do. Since •h ' wag unable t� provide for himself, it was tiie that he should be left alone to die. His ii'emories of the Little Spirit and the respect e had , for' this white man's wisdom, had convinced the old man that he should ask for a seat in the great beyond, by way of the Christian faith. So it was that in the new land, and in "strange circumstances, an Indian on the edge of eternity, chose to join the Presbyterian faith.• Meanwhile, Neil MacCrimmon prepared for the first gathering of the. newly elected council, The Reverend' Duncan MacLeod, • who had only just returned from his mission in the bush, was asked to give a blessing at the meeting. He seemed reluctant to enter the sch6olhouse, suffering as he was from the guilt , of being responsible for all the ' upheaval which had necessitated the re- elettion. He was determined to make his stay as Short as possible and never again overstep the bounds of religion into the controversial realms of politics. He went to the front of the schoolroom, where Mac- Crimmon Was sitting in the teacher's chair. Neil rose and took the parson by the hand. "Yoti honour us with your presence, Reverend, and weappreciate you coming this evenhig to give your blessing arid to ask the Lord to be with us and guide us in our task of administrating the community, of Redtrees." MacLeod sensed- that all had been forgiven and • there was no animosity remainpig in the heart of his old friend, Neil MaeCrimmon. With misty eyes he turned and faced the _congregation. 'He had come back in haste and was totally to make speech, neither had he any idea what he was going ie say. Perhaps a greater power than his own brain, guided his voice. "The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want. • • He maketh me to lie down in green pastures. He leadeth me beside the still waters..." In the most difficult of times, when there is much to say and yet no way in which to find the words, it is surprising how often the Bible points the 'way in the most appropriate terms. The, Lord indeed the Shepherd of Redfrees, just as surely as was servient and shepherd MacCriminon who guided the coition. The days of want which .they had experienced itt the glens of their native land *ere over:- atkd God had provided Mat tie had promisee The green pastures were ( • • ,r• miraculously appearing where once there was only a wildetitess and clean, pure waters were all around them. 'What was left for them now was t� coniplete the Oa Which the Lord in His Mercy had dem] fit to give them, and never again bring hurt to their fellow man, whether he be one of their own, or "a stranger within the gate". , As MacLeod ended the , twenty-third Psalm the words seethed to sum up the hopes and aspirations of 'the people of Redtrees. "Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of My life, and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever." There was a hush when MacLeod had firrishedNothing he might have added could have been more significant Indeed, he was too full of his own emotions to remain a moment longer. tie was riverconteg by the significance of the words he had spoken, knowing that only God could have brought them so quickly to his mind. 1 Relieved that his old friend had forgiven hitt* and he had been accepted once more for what he was, lie vowed he would never strive again to be airy more than' a man of God. If he had remained longer, he was quite sure he would have revealed the deep,. gut it feeling within his soul. He bowed his head quickly as a mark of respect to his kinsitten and without a, word, hurtled out of the door into the cool tranquility of the night.