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The War Cry | NOVEMBER 2013
A lamplight illuminated a sign over a small porch mark-
ing the entrance to The Salvation Army, the boy had not
heard of a "Salvation Army" before, but on this night he
would learn who they were and what they do. He would
never forget what happened that night.
The father, emotionally drained and exhausted, stood
in the lamplight with three tired, hungry children who
had no idea why they were there. It was probably the
worst night of his life.
He knocked on the door, and it opened, revealing a
man dressed only in uniform pants, a white undershirt
and red suspenders.While apologizing, this man informed
the hungry travelers that they had already closed for the
night. After a long, lonely, hungry walk, they had arrived
too late.
It was a depressing, desperate
turn of events, and the three
children were very hungry and
confused. Crestfallen and unsure of
what was next, they turned away
from the man in the doorway to
start the long walk home, but then
he said, "no, don't go, come on in." The boy has never
forgotten that selfless soul who elected to go an extra mile
for his fellow human beings.
It was warmer inside, and a few lights revealed a room
dominated by a cafeteria style food line and a small,
sparse dining area. Light shined on a short, stainless
steel food service area, which had been shut down for the
night. In an empty, lonely dining room, this selfless
Salvation Army soul opened a closed food line so a father
with three hungry children would not be turned away.
Not on this night, not on his watch. Meat loaf and gravy,
mashed potatoes, with creamed corn on the side, and a
second helping was had by all. Vanilla ice cream for
dessert came wrapped in a little white paper wrapper.
T
his is a story about a family
in Paterson, NJ in 1950 --
a father, mother, two brothers
and a little sister. The older
brother, who was ten years old, knew
what was happening, but he was
too young to do anything about it.
The family had been two days, maybe three,
without any food. The boy witnessed his little sis-
ter reduced to tears from hunger, and it remains a
source of shame that he was unable to provide food
for her. His parents were seemingly paralyzed into
inaction, not knowing what to do. Like most people
at that time, they took pride in being
able to function well enough to sup-
port themselves and their family.
The father, unable to convince
his wife to go, readied his three
children, left their third floor
furnished rooms
and started walking.
They walked
about two miles
before reaching
an industrial fac-
tory district.
It was dark
and the street
seemed to
be deserted.
by
ARTHUR D. WARDLE
The
BEAT
of a
DIFFERENT
DRUMMER
"
NO,
DON'T GO,
COME
ON IN.
"
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