May 5, 1958

Dogwood Blooms

This is the season of the year as we travel the highways and byways we are surrounded by the beauty of blooms everywhere. The flowers of the field, the fruit trees in the orchard and the bloom of the Dogwood on every hand. And speaking of the dogwood we remember the legend attached to it which makes it more sacred indeed. As we observe days and weeks for so many things we think it only fitting that we would set aside a week in honor of the Dogwood bloom.

Thinking back over the long ago, we remember about this time of the year on Sunday morning we would take our Bible and song book in hand and make our way to church and Sunday School and along the pathway in the wooded section that was bedecked with the Dogwood and honeysuckle blooming profusely, it seemed that all nature was attuned to sing the praises of God and there were times that we felt a need of prayer and would step aside in the forest and ask for strength and courage that we might be able to face the problems of life and a joy unspeakable would pervade our life.

Yes, it was out in a secret spot that we remember praying our first childish prayer and as the years rolled on it became our habit to seek quiet recesses of the forest where we could commune with our Saviour. Sometimes it would be a prayer of pardon and at other times it would be a prayer of thanksgiving. Yes, we spent many hours in communion with God and while we have never attained the high standard of Christianity we longed for, we do feel that the Lord has been good to us for which we are so thankful indeed and we are grateful to everyone that has helped to make our burden lighter and life happier.

Especially do we remember everyone that befriended me and ministered to my needs during my blindness and through the operation on my eyes. And may each one hear these words, "As oft as ye have done it unto one of the least of these ye have done it unto me."

B. C. Money
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