Morning Thanks

Garrison Keillor once said we'd all be better off if we all started the day by giving thanks for just one thing. I'll try.

Thursday, August 29, 2013

Morning Thanks--The sermon of March 21,1943


It arrived in the mail, a gift from my wife's cousin, who found it while sifting through their aunt's keepsakes--a bulletin from the First Christian Reformed Church, Orange City, Iowa, dated March 21, 1943.  There's no order of worship, no ads for this or that activity, no reminders of anything other than "church stuff"--catechism, offering schedule, Men's Society, and this: "Faith, Hope, and Love Circle studying from Lesson 13 in the December Calvinist." 

This too:  

SUNDAY EVENING MEETING, 7:30.
   Congregational farewell for Richard Dykstra and Randall Van Gelder [my wife's father].
   Subject:  Elijah calls down fire from heaven on the captains and their fifties [?], II Kings 1.

My wife's cousin sent this old bit of memorabilia because of that announcement, and this:  



"Randall Van Gelder and Richard Dykstra are home on a short furlough.  Farewell for them will be held tonite.  Both pastor and service director are glad that so many of our people take part in these farewells, and the boys appreciate them very much."

I don't think First CRC, Orange City, Iowa, had a worship committee, nor a Chair of the worship committee, nor a worship director; my guess is that the "service director" had nothing to do with special music--there wasn't any--or liturgies or choral anthems.  It's likely that "the service director" directed all the activities--including the farewells the boys loved so much--related to "the service," the military, because the most incredible information from this old bulletin is what appears on the back.  Have a look for yourself.  



Orange City is in Sioux County, Iowa, hundreds of miles northwest of the state capital in Des Moines, pure fly-over country, then and now.  Thousands of Iowans don't even know we exist here, so far, far away, on blue highways, back then mostly gravel.  In 1943 there was nothing on-line, nary a TV, only  WNAX, Yankton for the markets and the news.  This was the land of American Gothic, ethnic to a fault--the names on that list are a babble if your grandparents weren't born in Holland.  Go ahead and take a shot. Half the bulletin is written in Dutch.

 The church was much bigger back then, the only Christian Reformed Church in town.  And families were huge, farm families especially.  My father-in-law came from a farm family of ten.

Still, I can't get my mind around the fact that one church in one small town, way out in the corner of the state of Iowa gave 35 "boys" to a war effort in Europe and the South Pacific.  

35 men. Imagine.

You go to church?  Think of what the place would be like with 35 men gone.  One of the notes on the bulletin says "Our Senator Gillette has promised to do all he can to gain certainty in regard to Marion De Vries."  My wife says she believes he was captured.  He did return. Imagine the prayer concerns.  They were legion.

Some didn't return, among them Randall Van Gelder's own brother Charles.

The year was 1943.  It's quite likely the number of "boys" First CRC gave to the war went higher still.  It would be more than a year till Normandy, two years until Hiroshima.

Tragedy unites, someone once said; politics divide.  No one wants tragedy.  I don't hope for war, ever.  But a bulletin like this one, half-English, half-Dutch, 70 years old takes your breath away. 

The morning sermon that Sabbath was based on Lords Day 41 and 42 of the Heidelburg Catechism: "Why Was He Also Buried."  At night, Elijah calls down fire.

But this morning's thanks are for this little gift, an ancient church bulletin and the straight-up catechism sermon it still preaches seventy-long years later.  

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