on growing old:
What used to be freckles are now liver spots.
us and heaven or hell there is only life, which is the frailest
thing in the world.
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ENTRY 1230 | JUNE
college reunion referred to last time was for Shelton College, the
small Christian Liberal Arts school that awarded my Bachelor of Arts
in 1967. The school had only a few more than 100 students in all four
years at the time, and eventually it had to close its doors permanently.
So the reunion was open to anyone who ever attended the school and
wanted to reunite with old friends from Shelton days. Begun as the
National Bible Institute in Manhattan early last century, it had moved
to the Ramapo Mountains of New Jersey, was renamed for its founding
president, Don O. Shelton, and reorganized from a Bible institute
into a liberal arts college in 1948. There were some people at the
reunion who had attended it when it was still "NBI" and
remembered riding the New York subways to school every day.
video launches, double-click the screen to play it at full-screen.
If your browser cannot open the video in this format, you can try
it on YouTube, here.
1964, the year I joined the employ of Dr. Carl McIntire in Collingswood,
New Jersey, the college moved from the mountains in the state's remote
north to the seashore at its remotest southern point, Cape May. Dr.
McIntire was editor (and publisher) of the Christian Beacon
weekly newspaper and he hired me away from the Nanty Glo Journal
to be his paper's managing editor. The paper had established a 333-room
Bible conference in Cape May, and Dr. McIntire, who had gained control
of Shelton College, moved the college to keep the 333-room facility
working throughout the school year, which begins about the same time
the Bible conference season ends each year. Only 22 years old at the
time and single, I was thilled to be able to interact with such a
large population of peers who shared my highest convictions (my boss
had given me a standing invitation to spend time as a guest of the
Bible conference any time I was able).
completed, by this time, three full academic years and 100 units of
study at the University of Pittsburgh (most of it at Johnstown College,
now UPJ), I was eventually able to complete my undergrad degree by
attending Shelton for only one year. But before that year, I was able
to attend the Reformed Episcopal Seminary in Philadelphia for two
years while spending virtually all of my weekends at Cape May, all
the while working as the Christian Beacon's managing editor
and serving in various public relations offices in the organizations
under McIntire, and on the board of International Christian Youth.
final year of my undergraduate life, at Shelton, was the best school-year
of my life, the only one at which I spent at least a portion of each
week "in residence" at the campus, interacting with students
in academic ways like dorm bull sessions and working on the school's
newspaper, and college- and ministry-related activities. I never made
more friends in any other time of life, and ones that have endured
despite the radical changes in my life since then. I am spending this
week with a couple of them, in Cape May, in fact.
rambled into more personal life reflection than expected, but the
attached video is fairly self-explanatory, so I'll get this "to
press" without more elaboration.