The Family Home:
Happy Hearts at Home.
The words of the song echo in my mind at every mention of home, “Be it ever so humble there’s no place like home.” Not that the house we were living in was so ordinary. It was a double storied home with five bedrooms in a quiet crescent. The house belonged to the company Bill – our dad - worked for.
This meant that our rental was very reasonable and it was comfortable enough for us with five young boys and two boarders. We acquired the boarders when their parents moved to other towns leaving them because they were employed in our town. They both attended our church so that we were considered the right people to care for them.
Bill was involved in Evangelism and Outreach while Mom attended Bible Study and Youth meetings. Nothing flash about our abode, it was very simply furnished to meet our needs. We five boys were still very small and were easily accommodated in the one bedroom using double-decker beds leaving lot’s of space for everyone. All the rooms were large and the dining and lounge rooms were separate. God’s bountiful provision. We dedicated it to the Lord, so it was His house.
The Youth of our church would drop in unannounced for so many different reasons: some thought Bill was a walking concordance and would come to find out where they could find something in their Bible. Or they would drop in to discuss the Bible with one another and naturally accepted Bill’s leadership. Bill would watch to see which way they were going and if they chose the Armenian stance he would dance them through the ‘tulips’ of Calvinism. He often took a stance he did not believe to sharpen their wits. It was better than a Bible College. He always made certain that they knew what he really believed before they left.
Bill had never been to Bible College but spent hours with the Holy Spirit, prayerfully ploughing through dictionary’s, concordance’s and the writings of the men who had gone before. Even our ministers enjoyed a debate with Bill sometimes.
Bill’s mentor was a Welshman who had been saved during the Welsh revival and even had his own death certificate issued at the age of three.
Sometimes the young people would just drop in for a visit and Mom always had something special for their stomachs. They would play games. Like the time mom bought some sherbets in rocket shaped containers for us five boys. These were emptied and the empty containers became guns as the cops and robbers ducked behind the furniture. The game ended when the rocket launchers couldn’t fire any more. Not much fun for us.
The Gang was ‘Peanuts’ (Mom’s Brother) and his friends ‘K-nucklehead’, ‘Fuzzy Wuzzy’, with other hangers-on that didn’t have nickname’s. The big three were the bane of every minister’s life in our church. On one occasion a minister found them loading his lounge furniture in a ‘bakkie’ (1/2 ton utility) and asked, “ What do you think you are doing?” They replied, “ You told us to take a seat so we’re taking them home to see which will suit us best.”
I can still hear the ministers’ “Stupid Peanuts.”
Laughter often rang out in our home and young people grew loving the Lord, who is the head of our home. Yes, our home showed that ‘Happiness was to know the Saviour” because of the friends that were so welcome there. If one arrived at meal time they would just join us at the table. Talk about hospitality, they called it horse-pitality because of the size of the love in Mom's heart.
While Bill had the Bible knowledge and could almost answer any question, Mom had the big heart and the young people used to come to her with all their troubles. Her patience and compassion were such that they never thought of her as anything other than Mom. One, who was many years younger than Mom shocked Bill by openly announcing, “ If she wasn’t your wife I would want to marry her.”
What is a home, you may ask ? I will answer. It’s a place where people find love, acceptance and answers, so why not make your church a home?
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