Today our family took an incredible field trip to the San Francisco Metreon, to view the Titanic exhibition. For me, this was a trip undertaken with great anticipation and just a little forboding. The events surrounding Titanic were more than just a "night to remember" or a horrible tragedy of the Gilded Age; Titanic and the White Star Line hold a place of prominence in our family.
My great-grandfather, Charles Frederick Woods, was a long-time employee of White Star Lines. In his capacity as ships printer, he was responsible for the communication of information while passengers were aboard ship. He would print the menus, see that the daily news bulletins were presented to the passengers, and act as liason between the ship's crew and passengers - ensuring that the message was delivered correctly and professionally.
He had his share of adventures, too. My grandfather used to tell of the time his father returned from one particularly exotic trip with a unique gift: a monkey. What child doesn't at one time or another wish for a monkey on which to blame all his own messiness? I grew up thinking that the Man in the Yellow Hat was my grandfather; and that Curious George was a story about his own pet simian.
Although White Star Line was an admirable and profitable employer, Great-grandfather had another dream that White Star could not fulfill: emigration. Eventually, the pull overcame the profit of employment, and Charles Woods gave notice of his resignation. Not wanting to lose such a valuable employee (their words, not mine; but who am I to argue?), the company made an attractive offer: stay for only 6 more months, and the company will pay you to work one leg of a voyage (Great Britian to USA) - and the family will be able to travel with you. To make the offer even sweeter, Charles was promised that his final voyage under the employ of WSL would take place on "the new ship."
What would you do? Charles' decision was already made. His house had been sold, his passage already booked. He could not stay any longer than originally intended. He and his wife Hannah and their family (including Charles Francis Woods - my grandfather, though only 6 at the time) took their passage to New York in 1911. The new ship, Titanic, began her voyage in April 1912; and you know her fate.
The exhibit I walked through today helped me connect the facts I knew from history books, and the stories I had heard from family in a way that I never imagined possible. The staff at RMS Titanic have done a superb job of presenting not only the story of Titanic; but recreating the era in which she moved. The subtle presences of creaking dock planks, the thrum of the engine room, the chill of the icy April Atlantic all helped bring events from 94 years ago into stark detail for me today.
The final artifact displayed is a 30,000 pound section of the outer bulkhead from Titanic's side - a section found scattered in the debris field. How amazing it was to see windows still in their portholes and brass that did not show the aging effects of time and water corrosion. And then, just before passing out the exit, was a smaller piece of the bulkhead - a piece designed to be touched by visitors. And touch it I did. I realize that what I was touching had no direct connection to my great-grandfather; but it was from the same era, and it was from the same company and profession as he. And in that moment, family history became just that much more of a reality for me.
Sunday, October 1, 1955 marked the beginning of a new venture in the Fairway Park community. Led by former lawman Elliott Paulsen, a group from Melrose Baptist Church in Oakland held the first church service of the newly christened Fairway Park Baptist Church.
Sunday, October 1, 2006 marked the 51st anniversary of God's work here in Fairway Park. Almost 100 members, former members, friends and loved ones gathered to rejoice in the faithfulness of God over the past half-century plus one year. Greetings were extended from former pastor Andrew Paz, and a time of celebration was held at the communion table as we remembered the work of One on behalf of us all that gave us a reason to meet together for the last 51 years.
Psalm 138 , a Celebration of Praise, was the focus of our consideration Sunday morning. David's praise was set before us as the example for our own rejoicing. We were encouraged to rejoice with Courageous Praise, reminded of a coming day of Corporate Praise, and emboldened with a Confident Praise knowing God would accomplish His purpose in our lives and ministry.
A joyous time of feasting was planned, but first . . . a business meeting. What place does a church business meeting have on Homecoming Anniversary Sunday? Well, there was a small financial matter to consider. WHAT!? Discussing finances on Homecoming Sunday?! You MUST be new to this!
Thank you, are you quite finished? Feel better now? Need a glass of water to calm your nerves? Maybe a moment to offer silent prayer on behalf of this freshman pastor? Allow me to continue.
Our business meeting was to discuss how we would allocate funds that God has graciously and wonderfully provdied for our church - over and above our budgeted projections. In fact, not only will these funds erase a deficit in our budget, but will allow us to have funds left over. See how this all fits into the theme of "rejoicing"?
One issue involved making final payment on some outstanding debts owed to members of our own church family. These payments were scheduled to be completed July 2008; but God made it possible for us to complete payment by July 2007! What a time of celebration it was to hear a hearty AYE in favor of the proposal. The motion was carried unanimously to pay off our debt early!
But wait, there's more. God, in His gracious and all-wise provision, allowed the funds to come in just the right timing that immediately after passing the motion to pay off those outstanding debts, the final checks were handed to the owed parties and we burned the promissory notes in celebration!
As the flames consumed the last remnants of our now-paid debts, my heart was consumed with praise and thanksgiving. The song burst from my lips "To God by the glory, great things He hath done!" and the congregation joined in full voice. "Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord! Let the earth hear His voice! Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord! Let the people rejoice!"
What a way to celebrate God's faithfulness and goodness to us these past 51 years. What a way to begin our next year of service to Him!
