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The Exeter Times-Advocate, 1974-04-11, Page 4WADE Insurance Agency D. T. (Terry) Wade Total Insurance Service Auto — Fite — Liability Olats Sickness and Accident Income Life— Pensiont Surety Bonds, etc. I would be Floppy to distuss your pdrticulOr insurance needs, Calf today or of renewed time. Phone Luton 127.4061 Great bell ringing The King nobody wanted Someone has written "Easter is-like a great bell ringing," sounding the notes of renewal and joy and hope. For the Christian world, this, the most important of its festivals, centres around the Resurrection, the conviction that Jesus was the visible ex- pression in time of the eternally valid, and that "death could not hold him." Such belief is not easy in 1974. The media inundate us daily with the world's load of disaster; we specialize in the non- hero, the sick joke, the cynical judgement. Easter calls us to listen and to look again. This is the season to follow the insight Laurens van der Post brought back from his study of the bushmen in the Kalahri desert, "trust the first things in yourself" - the leap of the heart as winter's shroud dis- integrates and you catch a glimpse of the first shining green; the wistful stirring in yourself to appropriate more fully the gift of life. It is a time to resift priorities, to recall that the enduring treasnres of the eras behind us were left not by adventurous dic- tators and massive power structures, but by artists, singers and sages. It is time to grasp the assurance that personal integrity is the keystone of genuine community. You don't come at this mathematically, adding here and subtracting there, instead, it is an affair of the heart. Hoff ding, a Ger- man says "The essence of all religion con- sists not in the solution of riddles, but in the conviction that value will be preserved." That is what Easter is all about. —Contributed Tackle other problems Can anyone tell us why our minister of the national Health and Welfare portfolio is presently up to his eyeballs in business in- volving the World Football League and the City of Toronto? Surely to heavens there are more press- ing matters for the Health and Welfare department to consider than this latest gamble by the younger Mr. Bassett. Just what in the world has professional football got to do with either this nation's health or welfare anyway? We, for one, just couldn't care less whether or not the WFL moved into Toronto. And we're willing to bet there are approximately 15 million more . Canadians who feel likewise. At a time when the news is rampant with reports of lead contamination in our major cities, when there is evidence that our native peoples are not getting the con- sideration they warrant from some metropolitan hospitals, when we are told that a majority of Canadians are overfed but undernourished and drug and dental costs continue to be a problem for those on fixed incomes — we would suggest that the Hon. Marc Lalonde has no business wasting his valuable time on football. There are just reforming human institutions and bettering environmental conditions. We believed, further, that with technological development man rose to greater heights and would ultimately become perfect. However, regardless of the immensity of our scientific gains and technology advancement we need only read the morning paper with its stories of revolts, demonstrations, prejudices, greediness and murderous crimes to realize that humanism has failed. The greatest commandment Jesus gave was 'to love one another as I have loved you'. Yet, two thousand years later the desperate cry for love is heard from every corner of the human sphere. Love is needed in our foreign policies, our political arenas, in the wheeling and dealing of the business world, in working out the problems of the Indian, the poor, the mentally sick. Yes, it's even needed in some of our churches. Surely it's evident we need a greater power than our own to work out the woes of our world and society, This power, yet untapped, is love and the focal point of this power is Jesus Christ. The men who stood by on the hill of Golgotha failed to recognize the new ethic of love that redeems man to God and establishes friendships between men. They were also denied the vision of the empty tomb and the glory of the resurrection. Many still fail to recognize the great truth. Only as the events of Easter call us to seek God who acts in history, and only as we realize He shows his divine love for usin the giving of His son, to bring us strength, hope and joy through the resurrection can we look at the Man on the cross and say, "This is indeed the King of the Jews and of All Mankind." Many men stood at the foot of the cross where bung the body of a Galilean carpenter, above whose head was. nailed a placard, 'King of the Jews'. "King of the Jews? Indeed not!" they scoffed. They believed that God, the Master and Maker of their history, would send a Messiah in clouds of glory who would restore national sovereignty under a Davidic king. But this man, hanging above them now had not come in a cataclysmic opening of the heavens. His followers had fled and lef t him to die alone. And further, had he not been a friend of sinners and a breaker of the words of the law? Had he not also mocked their ancient hope of a Messiah by allowing himself to be called 'the Christ'? Him the Messiah? Impossible! At least the meaning of the words, 'King of the Jews' was unquestionably clear and challenging to those standing on the slopes of that windswept hill. By comparison, the issues of Easter are often foreign to contemporary man. The words over the head of the Man on the cross may bring no cries of denunciation but neither do they bring accolades of affirmation. Man's reaction, for the most part is one of indifference and un- concern. In spite of their short sightedness, the people who witnessed the crucifixion of Jesus were closer 'to a genuine af- firmation of faith than many modern men. At least, they believed, with no doubts, that God was active in the history of their nation. Modern society, with its scientific view of reality, leaves little room for the view of a God who acts in history. In the past we may have given lip service to God but we believed we could carve out our own salvation with the help of education, and improve society through progressively better government. We believed the evils of life could be cured by 9Pespil too many other pressing problems — if you'll pardon the pun — 'kicking' around. What's more, if the seemingly un- touchable Canadian Football League is so precious and means so much to Canadians, then why does it have to be protected at all? If it is so important to our Canadian way of life, then it ought to be able to stand on its own. Afterall, the federal government ap- parently saw nothing wrong with letting the professional calibre of the National Hockey League deteriorate to a level which engenders ridicule rather than pride — not to mention the fact of the competition of the World Hockey League — so why the big hullaballoo about football? We say that if Canadians really care that much about the CFL, then they'll see the league through without help from the federal government. If they don't, then is the CFL worth bothering about at all? In either case, we say the national Health and Welfare department has no business mess- ing around in the big business of professional football, or any other professional spOrt. The big boys can take care of themselves. —The Listowel Banner Swayed by a pretty face? Within the past couple of months, members of Exeter council have been talking in huge figures. There's the $650,000 to complete the sewers, $350,000 to erect a new water storage tank, some $200,000 has been put in the capital expenditure forecast for a new town hall and to top it all off, sums in the neighborhood of $1,000,000 to $2,000,Q00 have been bandied about in the discussions on a new sports complex. That may explain in part the ease with which they approved $1,078 for seven garbage con- tainers for Main St. The sorrow tree Part of me is mid-Atlantic When you travel close to 10,000 miles and meet about 500 total strangers in five days, not only the body but also the mind begins to get a bit scrambled. I'm three days home from a crash trip to Germany. My body feels like an old rubber boot. My mind is like an Irish stew with very little meat in it. I'm not sure what day of the week it is, what time of day it is, or what my first name is. Among us members of the jet set, this condition is known as "jet lag". In plain terms, it is total exhaustion. Normally, I find it fairly traumatic just to change from Standard to Daylight Saving time. It invariably throws me out of gear for a couple of days. But when you go through a time change of six hours, and then do it backwards within a few days, the human system can barely cope. I feel as though my soul, or some other piece of essential equipment, is still back in Ger- many, or at least in mid-Atlantic, trying desperately to catch up with the bag of bones which is its usual habitat. Just to complete the weird feeling of alienation, the weather lent a hand. Left Canada in a howling blizzard. Temperature in the Black Forest district in the sixties, flowers blooming everywhere. Arrived back home in—guess what—a howling blizzard. All in all, I'm slightly unhinged by the experience, so bear with me while I try to sort out some impressions of my jaunt. Was it really I who was belting along the autobahn a few days ago at 85 m.p.h. and shuddering as that the climate in the particular river valley where he was located is almost a duplication of the summer season in the Chatham area. Sounds like nice work if you can get it! Joe, who completed his career as principal at St. Marys Collegiate, is actively engaged in collecting antiques and fur- thering his hobby of caning chairs. He has collected about 100 chairs to work on in his retirement, so that should keep him busy for the next decade or so. Former pupils of the two will recall their dislike for having students with idle time, and the pair certainly indicate they still favor keeping everyone busy— even themselves. + + Go west, young man, go west! Those words may be harder to ignore in the future, based on some of the tax situations in Western Canada. While most other provinces in Canada are subjecting people to increased taxes, the western provinces are moving in the other direction. The difference, of course, is the windfall profits being received for their oil and gas reserves. For Alberta, the revenue for the next fiscal year has been predicted at $1,000 million. Meanwhile, not only are the rest of us paying increased prices for these commodities, we're still being faced with higher taxes.' Just doesn't appear fair, but hopefully, our uranium will do the same for us some day. Most males at least will take every opportunity at their disposal to deposit trash in the garbage cans if it results in a smile or a wink from the models. It could become a tourist at- traction. Men may drive here from all over the province—and even farther—to put trash in our containers. Such a venture will put us on the map. Come to think about it, the expenditure of $1,078 may turn out to be a good investment, despite the fact we could have had seven garbage containers for only $105 according to Mrs, Jermyn. However, we're just not certain the male members of council explored all the problems. As many a male has found out, it costs a great deal of money to "maintain" a pretty girl. But then, money doesn't ap- pear to be that much of an object here anyway! + + + It was a bit akin to old home week in the writer's office this week as a couple of former teachers popped in to pass the time of day. They were two names—Joe Creech and Andy Dixon—which used to strike fear in the heart of any wayward student at the local halls of learning. Both are now retired, but in talking with them, we suspect they're keeping as busy as they did in their teaching days. Andy and his wife, Edith, just returned from a winter in New Zealand, where Andy was again engaged in the growing of seed corn for Alex M. Stewart & Son, ,Ailsa Craig. He reports another successful growing season and explained Shades of "what's a million?", the quote attributed to C. D. Howe. Perhaps the male members of council were swayed by the picture of the pretty model in the yellow dress as one member whimsically noted. Perhaps they were under the impression the curvacious, young lady came with the cans. Deputy-Reeve Helen Jermyn, of course, wasn't swayed by the sex symbol employed by sharp promoters, but her efforts to have one garbage container purchased on a trial program fell on deaf ears. those crazy Siegfrieds went by us like a bat out of hell, doing at least 120? There is no speed limit on the autobahns. A "suggested" limit of 81 is the only guideline and nobody pays any attention to it. Was it really I who climbed into bed mit a federbette at 4:30 in the afternoon and slept until five in the morning? Don't raise your eyebrows, gentle reader. A federbette is not what you think. It's huge down comforter, about 10 inches thick. As light as an electric blanket and as warm as four ordinary blankets. Was it really I who sat over lunch with a gaggle of generals discussing how many tanks the Russians have and what "we" would do if they started anything? Was it really I who sat in a "space ship" with four little Canadian kids, all of us wearing "space helmets", and joined them in the count-down? Was it really I flying above cloud into the rosy-fingered dawn with two Dieppe veterans, one of them, Albert Brown of Sarnia, president of the Canadian Prisioners-of-War Association? Was it really I standing, at a formal officers' mess dinner, drinking toasts to the Queen, the President of the United States, and Willi Brandt, president of West Germany? Was it really I standing at a cocktail party talking to char- ming Sandy Morgan, a pretty Texan girl, and telling her I'd love to go along to Spain on a trip she was organizing for officers' wives, but that I really had only two days left? I'm afraid all these questions Even her mention of the fact a neighboring community paid only $15 for garbage containers failed to slow her male cohorts in their head-long dash to get the pretty girl onto Exeter streets as quickly as possible. Who knows, we may even get a pretty girl with each trash container and that will give us a total of seven adorning our main thoroughfare. Pretty girls with garbage containers could be a workable combination. must be answered in the af- firmative, but perhaps they will give some idea of the mind- boggling five days I had. One thing I did not do was something my wife, in a fit of pique, suggested I would. We were being entertained by friends one evening, just before I left. She was annoyed because she wasn't going. "I have to drive through a blizzard to see my Dad", she snapped, "and this one's off to Germany with some Bitte Schoen," Her German is limited. Our friends are both fluent in German, and I've never heard anyone laugh harder. I give my word I wasn't off with Bitte. there's life, there isgrowthWhere there is growth there is change and tension and pain. We all know about growing pains. Indeed, say these mentors, pain and tension and change is the spur to largeness in us. Some of us draw back in fear when the unfamiliar is before us; others forge ahead -pilgrims in a narrow way - and grow luxuriously. There is a choice for each and all. One has said, "We must always see our own feelings of uneasiness as being our chance for making the growth choice rather than the fear choice." At Easter time we look on One who made a growth choice. There was pain and sorrow and loneliness and darkness and betrayal and desertion in the whole episode. Indeed He drew back His lips from the fuming brew. Yet He saw it as a means of glory, the way to heaven. There was a joy set before Him so He suffered and sorrowed on His own particular kind of Sorrow Tree. We are told that He learned under His sorrow so that He perfectly filled the large place that was His to fill. Not only so, but this large place is perpetual for the One who died, rose out of death and lives. He continually mediates glory and truth and grace and love and largeness of life and hope and light and great expectations! "And from the ground there blossoms red Life that shall fullerbe!" Life is more than bread or drink or money or sex or comfort or equilibrium or quiet balance. It is a series of pains and tensions - a series of growth choices - that we may be "perfect and entire, Wanting nothing." Life always follows after death and never the other way around. Largeness follows after tears as the harvest comes after rain. Yes, it's true, if we look carefully over there, just over the Sorrow Tree, there is a rainbow! By ELMORE BOOMER Counsellor for Information South Huron For appointment phone: 235.2715 or 235-2474 The tale is told by Jewish mystics of the Sorrow Tree. It is a tree where many different sorrows hang. Each person can go to the tree and inspect the •many sorrows there. Indeed as each ,looks upon the diverse sorrows of human kind hanging on the tree, he may exchange his sorrow for some hanging on the tree. No doubt they seem more bearable or not as intense as those he himself brings to the tree. Yet as the matter is told to us, most so exchanging their sorrows, continue their circling of the tree exchanging one set of sorrows for another. And, of course, most so exercised, leave the tree bearing away the sorrows with which they came, As we leave the Sorrow Tree, we hear the words of the song - "It does us no harm to feel our own pain." Some psychologists and psychotherapists feel that pain and sorrow and tension and troubling come to each of us as there is an imbalance in our individual human systems. When one part of us is overworked or abused or pushed out of place or not given the importance it's due, then the whole system is thrown out and painful tension results. It is only when a just balance is again restored that peace is ours. And, according to the theory, there is always a push to nor- mality in the face of such im- balance and the human per- sonality has peace. Social scientists With other theories have arisen and they tell us - this is only partly the truth. Oh, we need warmthand food and care and love and many Other things without which We become twisted and tension-bound. But once these basic needs are met there are present even more tensions. We cannot remain • in quiet balance; we must grow. Where 50 Years Ago Mr. Andrew Boa of Hensall is to be congratulated on winning the Webster prize in Old Testament history of the Weslyan Theological College. Mr. Sampson Yellend was • presented with a club-bag in recognition of his honor and in- tegrity in his 22 years of service with the firm of Courtice and Jeffrey at Port Perry, Ontario. Mrs, Ronald Witwer, we believe, has caught the first pike of the season, it being two feet long, Mr. William Gardiner,..who is in the furniture and undertaking business with his father, Mr. M E. Gardiner, has been successful in securing his undertaker's license, which he received last week. ,Mr. Earl Guenther hasp ur- chased a new Ford truck. . Times Established Established 1873 "Allow me to introduce myself—!" TATASEMEMEZON.COMM,',Mr 200.MR" Advocate Established 1881 Amalgamated 1924 SERVING CANADA'S BEST FARMLAND C.W.N.A., O.W.N.A., CLASS 'A' and ABC Editor — Bill Batten Advertising Manager Assistant Editor -- Ross Haugh Phone 235.1331 Published Each thursday Morning of Exeter, Ontario second Class Mail Registration Number 0284 Paid in Advance Circulation, March 31,102, 5,03/ SOBSCHIPTIDN RATES: Conado $9.00 Per Year; USA $11.00 ,e25..,.4w=r2. • . 15 Years Ago Jack Drysdale, past president of the Hensall Kinsman Club, was selected zone winner of the `Kinsman of the Year' award at the conference in Hensall, Sunday. Canadian Canners Ltd., Hamilton, announced Monday it would re-open its plant here. Peas and corn will be packed this year, Donald G. Graham will be the new manager. Harvey Pfaff, past president,of the Exeter Legion was elected as Zone commander for a two-year term at Wingham, Sunday. Members of Alpha Pi chapter of Beta Sigma Phi donated $100 toward nursery supplies for South Huron Hospital at their meeting this week. Cable tool rig on the Jul-Du- Mar well near Crediton is being dismantled in preparation for its replacement by a diamond drill this spring. 10 Years Ago Principal H. L. Sturgis an- nounced seven new teachers have been hired to replace four who resigned bringing the staff up 'to 30, Hon. C. S. MaeNaughton cut the cake at RCAF Station Clin- tbn's mess dinner celebrating the air force's 40th anniversary. Herold Berry, son of Allen Berry, Woodhatn, a graduate of SHDHS was admitted to the bar by the Law Society Of Upper Canada, April 10, At a Special meeting Thursday night, SHDI-IS board authorited architects to prepare working drawings for a modified addition estimated at $231,000, 25 Years Ago Joe Creech was elected manager of the Exeter Baseball club for the 1949 season. Harvey Sparling, teacher of WinchelSea school, and pupils motored to Toronto in a Guenther bug and visited Maple Leaf Gardens, Casa Loma, Parliament Buildings and Union Station, The Huronia Male Chorus presented its spring concert to an audience of 600 persons, Mr. arid Mrs. Joseph Davis were presented with a serail on behalf of the provincial govern- ment on the occasion of their 60th wedding anniversary. Saturday evening, Mr. and Mrs. goy Rats Were honored at their silver wedding anniversary.