POOR LITTLE SPARROW

Posted By mindsinger on August 11, 2010

Poor little sparrow, fallen from the nest.
Poor little sparrow, lonely for the rest.
Jesus hears you calling.
The Master sees you there.
Gently now he touches you,
loves away your care.

He watches, little sparrow; his mercy knows no end.
You can never fall so far your cries won’t reach to him.
Blind and broken,
tired and sore,
friendless, empty,
naked, poor.
Come to Jesus, find his rest.
Poor little sparrow, Jesus is your nest!

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WHERE WILL THEY GO?

Posted By mindsinger on August 11, 2010

Indiana is considering doing away with the township trustees. When John first took the office of township trustee, that office was responsible for several duties. The trustees assessed personal property which determined the property taxes for the county. The State, in recent times put the County Assessor in charge of all assessments, although individual trustees were asked to help with that. He or she also managed the treasury of the township, giving annual donations to the fire departments in the township and surrounding communities, and contributing to the libraries.

By far the most important job of the township trustee is to be a buffer between the county welfare offices and those needing financial assistance. This is known as “poor relief” and a generous amount is included in the annual budget for that service. Jesus told us that the poor would always be among us. They are a part of our citizenry and members of our communities. Any one of several life changing events can put a person on the welfare rolls. But a person who seeks that help at the county level, even if approved, must wait several days or weeks for the first check to arrive. This is where the township trustee is most valuable. Food, gas, electricity and other necessities cannot be put on hold for an indeterminate length of time.

The trustee knows the people in his district. He knows when help will be most needed; school books, winter heating bills, end-of-the-month expenses that stretch beyond the monthly check. He knows those who try to take advantage of the office and those who are truly in need. He is there to answer questions, give advice on where help can be found and give personal reassurance to those who are most vulnerable.

If the office of trustee is eliminated the assessing will still be done, the contributions to fire departments, libraries, etc., will still be made through the county. But the poor just may be left out in the cold, literally. This is the service most needed and most to be missed if trustees are eliminated.

We may see in the future the Church once again become the benevolent institution it used to be. Already many churches maintain food pantries and thrift shops, and in larger towns and cities soup kitchens are an added service. But I see a time when each church will have among its committees one that takes the place of a trustee. Perhaps, a group of churches will form a co-op and become the center to which the poor can once again find temporary or ongoing assistance. Through the years we have given more and more responsibility to the state and assumed it would take our tax dollars and care for our neighbors.

Our county offices do their jobs well. But for those few people who fall through the cracks of the system, there needs to be a safety net. There needs to be a place where a man or woman can come and be welcomed as one of our own. As Jesus said to Andrew before a hungry crowd of 5,000, “YOU feed them.” We never know when we or our children may become one of the “5,000” Will there be a warm handshake, a smiling face and a hearty, “Come in! What can I do for you?”

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OLD WORDS

Posted By mindsinger on August 10, 2010

I used the phrase, “priming the pump”, the other day and was met with a blank stare. It got me to thinking about the origins of the words we use. Folks under forty probably wouldn’t know what priming the pump meant let alone how to do it. Now you oldies put on your thinking caps and send me some obsolete phrases of your own.

Priming the pump referred to activating the old hand-operated pumps, usually atop the well platform, where we got our water. Before electricity and plumbing came along, the only way to get water from the well was by pumping it. There were windmills on many farms which did this for us, but most folks did it the old fashioned way. An iron pump stood about three feet high; had a ‘mouth’ or faucet near the top and a long handle which was pumped up and down by whoever was sent to fetch the water. A good stream of water came from the faucet and filled the water pail set beneath it.

When not in use the water drained back into the well, leaving the pump dry. Another pail was always sitting on the well platform, unused except by a thirsty cat or dog. Before the pump would give water, the extra pail would be emptied into the top and the handle pumped vigorously to get the water started up the pipe. Pity the kid who forgot to fill the priming pail!

There is an old story told about a prospector walking through the desert who came upon such a pump. His canteen was almost dry and the pump was a welcome sight. A note hanging on the handle read, “Buried beside this pump you will find a jug of water. Do not drink it. Use it to prime the pump and you will have as much water as you need. Then refill it and bury it for the next person.”

Nowadays, the term usually refers to putting money into a new venture or making a statement that will bring a return compliment. Primed any pumps lately?

Another term is “That place really needs a shake down!” This comes from the days when houses were often heated with base burners. These were tall, stately stoves made of iron and often decorated with a lot of chrome. The midsection of these burners was composed of small windows filled with isinglass. They burned coal mostly with some wood if necessary, and those little isinglass windows would glow with the most beautiful light in a darkened room. Many a child woke to the sound of dad “shaking down the stove”. A “shaker” made of iron and about twelve to eighteen inches long, was shaped something like a skinny shoe spoon. A flat end was made to fit into a mechanism on the bottom of the stove. The shaker was grasped tightly and shaken back and forth to bring the burnt coals down to the bottom and make what remained heat up all the more.

It made a lot of noise and worked like an alarm clock for the kids who knew how warm and cozy it would feel! So, shaking something up really meant getting rid of the burned out cinders and making the space workable.

So, get out there and prime the pump and shake up your day! And let me know about your own antique words!

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"Mindsinger Roots"

Donna Swanson, poet, author, lyricist and artist, lives on the edge of the Great Prairie in Indiana. She has written and published seven books, soon to be eight, and is working on a chapbook trilogy of poetry introduced by Gloria Gaither. She has carved three full-size carousel figures and dozens of miniatures. Swanson writes two columns for her home-town newspaper: one for adults, Donna’s Country Roads, and one for children, Granny’s Place. Bible student and teacher of adult Bible classes for over thirty years, her poetry and prose are deeply rooted in her faith.


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mindsinger

Donna Swanson: Author, poet, lyricist, artist. Author of seven books, soon to be eight. Wife, mother, grandmother. Bible scholar. Wood sculptor.