July 2, 2017   Jane’s Heart to Heart….  Pastor’s Help Mate


In the summer of 1954 the plant closed where my dad worked and  a co-worker and Christian friend at our church in Dowagiac, MI, gave my dad a lead to a job in Evanston, IL where they both got a job. This was a big move for me since the Evanston Township High  School was bigger than our small town.  It was a big adjustment for me though I loved the school and especially liked the Home Ec. program and the Art classes.   I was overwhelmed with the size. The church we attended did not have any girls and there were five boys in my Sunday School class and I was pretty shy.

At the beginning of summer in1955 my mother and I were heading out to go shopping together. I was going to be seventeen in August.  She knew I had a desire to honor the Lord with my life.  I was having a lot of back problems and I was looking for a full-time job and had decided to quit school and leave my part time job at Kresge’s.  I had found an office job, but when I gave my notice to my boss at Kresge’s he offered me a full-time job in the office. I attended a youth Bible Study with a Christian  girl l met at school and I did not really know any Christian boys, so I did not date.  A young man from the youth group of our former church in Dowagiac, MI  corresponded with me some and occasionally his parents would make the drive to see us on the weekend so that he and I could see one another. I decided to write to him and explained that I did not feel right about them making that trip, because I knew my feelings for him were not serious and I did not want to lead him on nor offend his parents.. When my mother inquired about it I told her I did not know how it would work out,  but  I thought the Lord was calling  me to ministry, possibly a pastor’s wife.  She said she would be praying with me concerning the future.

Our friends who gave my dad the job lead invited us to their Sunday School picnic on the fourth of July which totally changed the course of my life. It has always been such a joyful remembrance time for me. 

Pastor and I met at that picnic of a church in Deerfield IL where neither of us were members.  He was stationed at the Glenview Navel Air Station and was from Newark, OH. 

Though at the time I had no idea how the Lord would fulfill my dream of serving Him as a pastor’s wife, this day was the beginning of that plan. Less than a year passed and my parents ended up back in the same area that we had always lived and a  few years later my sister married that boy from our home church.

Yes, Our American heritage is important, but so is our personal spiritual heritage as a believer and as a family. Why not take some time this week to write down the spiritual heritage of your family?

“That they might set their hope in God,

and not forget the works of God,

but keep His commandments.” Psalms 78:7

This is a song I have sung many times It is my 4th of July tribute.

The Cross Is My Statue of Liberty 

Neil Enloe

In New York Harbor stands a lady,

With a torch raised to the sky;

And all who see her know she stands for,

Liberty for you and me.

I’m so proud to be called an American,

To be named with the brave and the free;

I will honor our flag and our trust in God,

And the Statue of Liberty.

On lonely Golgotha stood a cross, 

With my Lord raised to the sky;

And all who kneel there live forever,

As all the saved can testify.

I’m so glad to be called a Christian,

To be named with the ransomed and whole;

As the statue liberates the citizen,

So the cross liberates the soul.

Oh the cross is my Statue of Liberty,

It was there that my soul was set free;

Unashamed I’ll proclaim that a rugged cross,

Is my Statue of Liberty!

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