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February 10, 2013

Some Occasions Which Called For Boldness And Firmness.

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Some Occasions Which Called For Boldness And Firmness.
by Dick Hunt, February 10th, 2013.

I have never liked to fight, but there are times when we have to say, “ENOUGH IS ENOUGH”. I learned my first lessons about that in public school. I am sure that millions of people have gone to war to say no to violence and savagery, though they have not wanted to kill. It is a heavy burden to bear and I can sympathise with those who have elected to serve as non combatants. Nevertheless, Carnage and Evil have to be stopped and there are constant examples around planet earth of the neccessity to stand firm and bear the burdens of war.That said, I want to share a few times when I have had to say STOP and hear what I have to say.

One of the first was when I felt strongly called to join the R.C.A.F. in 1941. I was put through the physical, psychological screenings and told by the medical wing that I had a heart murmur and that I would not be able to join as Air Crew. That narrowed the options and I was told there was a pressing need for Radio Technitions and that is what I became. There were only two small incidents when I needed to stand up and speak my piece The first was when I was required to have a visit with the Officer in charge of armaments in his office. When I entered, I stood at attention in fromt of his desk but I didn’t salute. He immediately faulted me on my “misdemenour. I answered, with respect that I had been taught that our salutes were to honor the Uniform and not the person wearing it and that he looked slovenly, with his tie off, his shirt open and his jacket unbuttoned. Then I waited for the explosion. He looked me in the eye and then said, “you are right Corporal, what can I do for you? “ as he straightened his uniform.

The next time, same station, I was just emerging from a culvert under the road near the Heqadquarters building as the Commanding Officer was walking by. He demanded to know why I was in a culvert. I explained that I had been ordered to pass an emergency telephone line under the road and that was the only way I could do it. I passed that test too. I was brought up in a home where my parents taught us proper behaviour and they always gave us the reasons for the teachings. The result was that I had little difficulty with reasonable rules of behaviour. Often I became aware that the individuals who had trouble getting along had enlisted because they resented parental control as unreasonable.

Fast forward some years to when I was under the control of the Bishop of Saskatoon during my training for Ordination. I was placed in charge of a suburban Congregation in the outskirts of Saskatoon and given explicit and demanding instructions for results in growth, financial security, repairs for the Pastoral home etc. ‘though I was to continue my studies, pass my exam’s and complete the job in eight months. My salary, half time, was $115 per month. He informed me that there was a fund of $800 available, the rest we would have to raise with ninety families. He said we were to get two firm quotes for all the renovations we could not do ourselves. We got the quotes, explained them and he immediately said we must get another quote. I looked at the two Churchwardens, got a signal from them that was a clear NO, and I handed our quotes to the Bishop with the words, “Bishop, you do the job yourself. We have done more than our share”. At that he capitulated. We did the job and a full time minister moved into the Parish when I left with my Family to be Ordained in Calgary in May. Testing, testing.

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