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Wednesday, November 11, 2015

Brown's Daily Word 11/11/15

Praise the Lord for this new day.  We will gather for our Wednesday evening fellowship and study at 6:30 PM.  Every time we come together into His presence He blesses us with a great sense of His joy, laughter, and deep joy.  We meet each other, we greet each other, we laugh together, we pray together, we provoke one another to love.  At times we cry.  Above all and best of all we give thanks to the Lord of life and liberty.  Because of Veterans Day in the USA the Schools are closed.  Alice is home for the day, busy preparing for Thanksgiving celebrations, busy with sewing and knitting for grand children.  When the Lord blesses us with grandchildren the milieu and the locus of domestic and personal ministry changes drastically.
 

    As we observe Veterans Day here in America the Beautiful, the home of the brave, we pause to give thanks to the Lord life and liberty for America, "a city built upon a hill".  Brave men and women of America have given their lives, the ultimate sacrifice, in defending freedom around the corner and around the globe.  Brave Americans have given their lives in standing against human oppression, human tyranny, and blatant injustice, defending the the defenseless.  They are, by the thousands, deployed around the world even today, standing for freedom and peace.  May their breed increase.

  
    Out of World War II have come innumerable stories and testimonies of great bravery and chivalry.  Over the years I have met some of the men who served in World War II, who are named aptly as the "Greatest Generation".  Where we are at present I go to visit some of the men who gather for lunch Monday through Friday.  I get to talk these men of valor.  Some of them have shared with me stories of great courage and ultimate sacrifice.
 
    Many of you know the story of the courage shown by four chaplains during World War II.   It is written, "Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends" (John 15:13).  it was the evening of February 2, 1943, and the U.S. Dorchester was crowded to capacity, carrying 902 service men, merchant seamen and civilian workers.  Once a luxury coastal liner, the 5,649-ton vessel had been converted into an Army transport ship.  The Dorchester, one of three ships in the SG-19 convoy, was moving steadily across the icy waters from Newfoundland toward an American base in Greenland.  The SG-19 was escorted by Coast Guard Cutters Tampa, Escanaba and Comanche.  Hans J. Danielsen, the ship’s captain, was concerned and cautious.  Earlier the Tampa had detected a submarine with its sonar.  Danielsen knew he was in dangerous waters even before he got some alarming information.  German U-boats were constantly prowling these vital sea lanes, and several ships had already been blasted and sunk.  The Dorchester was now only 150 miles from its destination, but the captain ordered the men to sleep in their clothing and keep life jackets on.  Many soldiers sleeping deep in the ship’s hold disregarded the order because of the engine’s heat.  Others ignored it because the life jackets were uncomfortable.  On Feb. 3, at 12:55 a.m., a periscope broke the chilly Atlantic waters.  Through the cross hairs, an officer aboard the German submarine U-223 spotted the Dorchester.

    A German submarine U-223 approached the convoy on the surface, and after identifying and targeting the ship, the captain gave orders to fire the torpedoes, a fan of three were fired.  The one that hit was decisive–and deadly–striking the starboard side, amid ship, far below the water line. 
Captain Danielsen, alerted that the Dorchester was taking water rapidly and sinking, gave the order to abandon ship.v In less than 20 minutes, the Dorchester would slip beneath the Atlantic’s icy waters.  Tragically, the hit had knocked out power
 and radio contact with the three escort ships.  The CGC Comanche, however, saw the flash of the explosion.  It responded and then rescued 97 survivors.  The CGC Escanaba circled the Dorchester, rescuing an additional 132 survivors.  The third cutter, CGC Tampa, continued on, escorting the remaining two ships.  Aboard the Dorchester, panic and chaos had set in.  The blast had killed scores of men, and many more were seriously wounded.  Others, stunned by the explosion were groping in the darkness.  Those sleeping without clothing rushed topside where they were confronted first by a blast of icy Arctic air and then by the knowledge that death awaited.  Men jumped from the ship into lifeboats, over-crowding them to the point of capsizing, according to eyewitnesses.  Other rafts, tossed into the Atlantic, drifted away before soldiers could get in them.
 
    Through the pandemonium, according to those present, four Army chaplains brought hope in despair and light in darkness.  Those chaplains were Lt. George L. Fox, Methodist; Lt. Alexander D. Goode, Jewish; Lt. John P. Washington, Roman Catholic; and Lt. Clark V. Poling, Dutch Reformed.  Quickly and quietly, the four chaplains spread out among the soldiers.  There they tried to calm the frightened, tend the wounded and guide the disoriented toward safety.  “Witnesses of that terrible night remember hearing the four men offer prayers for the dying and encouragement for those who would live,” says Wyatt R. Fox, son of Reverend Fox.  One witness, Private William B. Bednar, found himself floating in oil-smeared water surrounded by dead bodies and debris.  “I could hear men crying, pleading, praying,” Bednar recalls.  “I could also hear the chaplains preaching courage. Their voices were the only thing that kept me going.” 
 
    Another sailor, Petty Officer John J. Mahoney, tried to reenter his cabin but Rabbi Goode stopped him. Mahoney, concerned about the cold Arctic air, explained he had forgotten his gloves.  “Never mind,” Goode responded. “I have two pairs.” The rabbi then gave the petty officer his own gloves.  In retrospect, Mahoney realized that Rabbi Goode was not conveniently carrying two pairs of gloves, and that the rabbi had decided not to leave the Dorchester.
 
     By this time, most of the men were topside, and the chaplains opened a storage locker and began distributing life jackets.  It was then that Engineer Grady Clark witnessed an astonishing sight.  When there were no more life jackets in the storage room, the chaplains removed theirs and gave them to four frightened young men.  “It was the finest thing I have seen or hope to see this side of heaven,” said John Ladd, another survivor who saw the chaplains’ selfless act.  Ladd’s response is understandable.  The altruistic action of the four chaplains  constitutes one of the purest spiritual and ethical acts a person can make.  When giving their life jackets, Rabbi Goode did not call out for a Jew; Father Washington did not call out for a Catholic; nor did the Reverends Fox and Poling call out for a Protestant.  They simply gave their life jackets to the next man in line.
 
    As the ship went down, survivors in nearby rafts could see the four chaplains–arms linked and braced against the slanting deck.  Their voices could also be heard offering prayers.  Of the 902 men aboard the U.S.A.T. Dorchester, 672 died, leaving 230 survivors.  When the news reached American shores, the nation was stunned by the magnitude of the tragedy and heroic conduct of the four chaplains. “Valor is a gift,” Carl Sandburg once said.  “Those having it never know for sure whether they have it until the test comes.”  That night Reverend Fox, Rabbi Goode, Reverend Poling and Father Washington passed life’s ultimate test.  In doing so, they became an enduring example of extraordinary faith, courage and selflessness.
  In Christ our Anchor,
  Brown

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