| The Preacher’s Corner By Rev. Dr. Milton Winter VBS is an exciting few days for ‘our’ three churches Since
last we met there has been a Vacation Bible School at our place, with
the Methodists and Episcopalians joining forces to get the job done.
I’m exhausted, and I really did not have hard work! Those who led the
singing, supervised the play, prepared the refreshments, told the
stories, made the crafts, cleaned up, and otherwise bore the heat of
the day must be in bed recovering. It was an exciting few days! The
Rev. Milton Wadley, our new colleague at First Methodist, whom we
welcome to Holly Springs, will find that one of the benefits of his
assignment here is that because three churches cooperate in this Bible
School (as they have for a generation and more), the responsibility
comes to a particular pastor only once every three years. But Bible
Schools are chiefly organized by lay folk, and it is heartening to see
people rise up and shoulder the load. My hat is off to the good mamas,
daddies, and grandparents who make it all happen. Just
about the time I convince myself by watching the evening news that the
younger generation has sunk into barbarism and that all is wrong with
the world, we have one of our little Bible Schools and I am happily
reminded that there is a good residue of charity and kindness among the
folk of our small towns. I am sure this experience is repeated in
churches all across the land. For my own part, I
feel I owe a good deal to Bible School by way of penance. We had one
each summer of my boyhood, and I certainly remember my attendance. I
can recall no particulars of the lessons whatsoever, except that it was
the one time of the year we played in the large backyard of our old
church, and I do recall with great pleasure being introduced to those
wonderful Sunshine Orange drinks in the brown glass bottles. They were
so delicious and so refreshing; nothing so fine could be poured out of
an aluminum can! I do recall being terribly
disappointed that my “regular” Sunday school teacher, whom I loved, was
not my teacher for Bible School. (Even then I found it difficult to
adjust to change.) I suppose I thought Bible school would just be a
week of Sunday school. Here in Holly Springs our “regular” Presbyterian
Sunday school teachers also lead in Bible school, so at least “my”
children do not have to cope with that particular trauma! And
I also must recount with shame that one day I played hooky from Bible
school. As soon as my mother let us out of the car, when we felt “the
coast was clear,” my friend Marx and I tiptoed down the alley and went
home to my house, where we were soon found playing in the back yard. I
had no idea how we were “discovered” although I now realize my
grandmother could have seen us quite clearly from the kitchen window
where she was probably baking a pie for our lunch! After a good talking
to, we were returned to Bible school, and ever since I have been loath
to skip church. I will confess I worry greatly
about the decline in religious commitment among so many people. There
is certainly a sense of faith and morality. It is just expressed
differently, and does not always entail organizational involvement. But
still, I think, even when all the church’s hypocrisies and foibles are
taken into account, there is something to be gained from that
commitment — a kind of refinement and discipline of our concerns — that
will be lost if ever we let the church pass completely out of our
living. A Vacation Bible School is a very small
thing among the pillars of our civilization. But one a very long time
ago saved me for the church and shaped my life. So perhaps our efforts in the summers of this era are not wasted, and we have done some good with our efforts and our prayers.
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