In Memoriam – Mildred Shelor

This afternoon, I attended a memorial service for Ms. Mildred Shelor. It was kind of strange, as I had only met her once, and that was in passing. But, she had managed to have a deep impact on my life.

About, wow, was it really 5 years ago? I met Joannah. She was the newly elected chair of the GCSU College Republicans. Since I was the chair at Georgia Military College, we started working together on projects. As our friendship blossomed, she told me that her uncle was going to replace the retiring chair of the Division of Social Sciences at GMC. Honestly, I was guarded. He was replacing a family friend… I didn’t figure I’d get along with the new guy as well.

Boy, was I wrong. The metal pointer wielding retired Marine officer soon captured my confidence and my trust. We also became close, and he was one of my first mentors in the academic sphere. I’d sit in his office long after the day’s lecture (along with the “high speed, log drag note taking”) had been completed. There, we’d discuss topics far beyond the realm of world history. We’d talk about American history, the “War of Yankee Aggression,” the fight for independence, today’s fight to continue independence. There was scarcely an aspect of history, politics, or philosophy that remained uncovered.

Well, time moved on, and I eventually graduated from GMC. During the summer between that graduation, and beginning my studies at Georgia College, Joannah called me to help with a congressional campaign in Warner Robins. I, being bored out of my mind and needing a distraction, agreed, as long as housing and food was provided. Occasionally, I was housed in a motel. But, most of the time, I crashed in the guestroom of Joannah’s parents, Ms. Elaine and Mr. Ken. Over the course of four months, they also became dear friends. By the time the election was over, (we lost, unfortunately) they were all like a second family to me. Our paths continued to cross, and the friendship has remained strong and has even strengthened over the past few years.

Col. Shelor gave me advice, and friendship, when I needed most. I don’t know if I would have graduated GMC if it hadn’t been for his willing ear to allow me to talk things out, from impeachment battles, to leadership issues, to the general “palace intrigue” that comes with a small school. Ms. Elaine gave me a bed when I was as weary as an individual can be. At one point, I even leaned over to untie my shoes, and woke up 6 hours later (a very long night in campaign mode) fully dressed, on top of the covers, with my shoe halfway off.

Anyway, my point is both the son (Col. Shelor), and the daughter (Ms. Elaine) must have been raised by an incredible mother. Their hospitality and kindness is of the type which is not acquired in adulthood. It was something that had to be ingrained throughout their lives. In accomplishing this, Ms. Shelor, who I never knew, has touched my life forever.

We sang this hymn as part of the service.

Happy Fathers’ Day

“A good name is to be chosen rather than great riches…” Proverbs 22:1
“Her husband is known in the gates, when he sits among the elders of the land.” Proverbs 21:23

As I have traveled around this state, one thing has never ceased to amaze me. Everyone knows my father. I have grown accustomed to my dad knowing my lunch arraignments when I’m in Milledgeville, even before I receive the check.

Me: Hello?
Father: So, who’s this attractive female you’re having lunch with, son?
Me: It’s (fill in the blank). I’ll tell Chester you said hi.
Father: What makes you think it was Chester that called?
Me: Ok, so I’ll tell Bill, Larry, Franklin, and Buddy (et al) hey too…

While this has become common around home, it still surprises me when I’m out in “my” turf, at political events and even the capitol. Random people, some of whom I know, several of whom I do not, approach me and inquire, “Are you Quincy Simpson’s son?” Then, without fail, they proceed to tell me how they know my father, and what a great man he is. My father’s good name IS known in the gates of this land.

A good name is a legacy that cannot be purchased. It is something that is given, from father to son. It is up to me, as I enter adulthood, to preserve it for my sons. Then, they will have the charge of preserving it for their sons as it passes from generation to generation. My I preserve it as my father has.

The Science of Faith

One of the things I miss most in academia is the certainty of knowing something. Most people outside the “cult” of academia think it is just memorizing a bunch of facts, and to a certain extent, it is. But, once you reach a certain point, there are no more facts. There is only research and “data.” You cannot say “this is the way the world works.” Instead, you have to rely on such things as “it appears” or “the data suggests” or “one might infer that…” Even certain “facts,” such as the theory of relativity, are not fully accepted. In fact, that theory is almost universally as being inaccurate. But, it is still taught because nothing else describes the phenomena as well. (In order to discard it, the new theory would have to describe it better, or be simpler… It’s called Occam’s Razor.)

At the upper levels of academia, results are rarely disputed. Instead, only the methods utilized to obtain those results are examined. That is all that can really be done. The results are plain. If everything is acceptable in regards to methodology, the result is either tentatively accepted, or found to be the results of chance.

But, beyond the realm of science, there is doctrine. While Scripture cannot be proven academically, it has not been disproven. To accept it, we need something stronger than facts. We need something beyond the understanding of empiricists. We need FAITH.

Faith is defined in Hebrews 11:1 as “the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.” (NKJV) Yet, we know it still happened. Faith is powerful. Jesus said, in Matthew 17:20, “…I say to you, if you have faith as a mustard seed, you will say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move; and nothing will be impossible for you.” With faith, nothing is impossible! Hebrews 11:4-35 tells a story of amazing things accomplished through faith.

4 By faith Abel offered to God a more excellent sacrifice than Cain, through which he obtained witness that he was righteous, God testifying of his gifts; and through it he being dead still speaks.

5 By faith Enoch was taken away so that he did not see death, “and was not found, because God had taken him”; for before he was taken he had this testimony, that he pleased God. 6 But without faith it is impossible to please Him, for he who comes to God must believe that He is, and that He is a rewarder of those who diligently seek Him.

7 By faith Noah, being divinely warned of things not yet seen, moved with godly fear, prepared an ark for the saving of his household, by which he condemned the world and became heir of the righteousness which is according to faith.

8 By faith Abraham obeyed when he was called to go out to the place which he would receive as an inheritance. And he went out, not knowing where he was going. 9 By faith he dwelt in the land of promise as in a foreign country, dwelling in tents with Isaac and Jacob, the heirs with him of the same promise; 10 for he waited for the city which has foundations, whose builder and maker is God.

11 By faith Sarah herself also received strength to conceive seed, and she bore a child[b] when she was past the age, because she judged Him faithful who had promised. 12 Therefore from one man, and him as good as dead, were born as many as the stars of the sky in multitude—innumerable as the sand which is by the seashore.

13 These all died in faith, not having received the promises, but having seen them afar off were assured of them,[c] embraced them and confessed that they were strangers and pilgrims on the earth. 14 For those who say such things declare plainly that they seek a homeland. 15 And truly if they had called to mind that country from which they had come out, they would have had opportunity to return. 16 But now they desire a better, that is, a heavenly country. Therefore God is not ashamed to be called their God, for He has prepared a city for them.

17 By faith Abraham, when he was tested, offered up Isaac, and he who had received the promises offered up his only begotten son, 18 of whom it was said, “In Isaac your seed shall be called,”19 concluding that God was able to raise him up, even from the dead, from which he also received him in a figurative sense.

20 By faith Isaac blessed Jacob and Esau concerning things to come.
21 By faith Jacob, when he was dying, blessed each of the sons of Joseph, and worshiped, leaning on the top of his staff.

22 By faith Joseph, when he was dying, made mention of the departure of the children of Israel, and gave instructions concerning his bones.

23 By faith Moses, when he was born, was hidden three months by his parents, because they saw he was a beautiful child; and they were not afraid of the king’s command.

24 By faith Moses, when he became of age, refused to be called the son of Pharaoh’s daughter, 25 choosing rather to suffer affliction with the people of God than to enjoy the passing pleasures of sin, 26 esteeming the reproach of Christ greater riches than the treasures in[e] Egypt; for he looked to the reward.

27 By faith he forsook Egypt, not fearing the wrath of the king; for he endured as seeing Him who is invisible. 28 By faith he kept the Passover and the sprinkling of blood, lest he who destroyed the firstborn should touch them.

29 By faith they passed through the Red Sea as by dry land, whereas the Egyptians, attempting to do so, were drowned.

30 By faith the walls of Jericho fell down after they were encircled for seven days. 31 By faith the harlot Rahab did not perish with those who did not believe, when she had received the spies with peace.

32 And what more shall I say? For the time would fail me to tell of Gideon and Barak and Samson and Jephthah, also of David and Samuel and the prophets: 33 who through faith subdued kingdoms, worked righteousness, obtained promises, stopped the mouths of lions, 34 quenched the violence of fire, escaped the edge of the sword, out of weakness were made strong, became valiant in battle, turned to flight the armies of the aliens. 35 Women received their dead raised to life again.

As I live in the world where “facts” are questioned, the known is challenged, and all knowledge is accepted only as suggestion, I take comfort in the fact that God has given me something with more certainty. I KNOW I am a child of the King! My God created the heavens and the earth. My God rules the universe.

I KNOW there is one God, the Father Almighty, Maker of heaven and earth, and of all things visible and invisible. And in one Lord Jesus Christ, the only-begotten Son of God, begotten of the Father before all worlds; God of God, Light of Light, very God of very God; begotten, not made, being of one substance with the Father, by whom all things were made. Who, for us men and for our salvation, came down from heaven, and was incarnate by the Holy Spirit of the virgin Mary, and was made man; and was crucified also for us under Pontius Pilate; He suffered and was buried; and the third day He rose again, according to the Scriptures; and ascended into heaven, and sits on the right hand of the Father; and He shall come again, with glory, to judge the quick and the dead; whose kingdom shall have no end.

I KNOW there is a Holy Ghost, the Lord and Giver of Life; who proceeds from the Father and the Son; who with the Father and the Son together is worshipped and glorified; who spoke by the prophets.

And finally, I KNOW there is one holy catholic and apostolic Church. I acknowledge one baptism for the remission of sins; and I look for the resurrection of the dead, and the life of the world to come. (adapted from the Nicene Creed)

In this knowledge I rest, and in this knowledge alone. Laus Deo!

Then sings my soul!

Over the past month or so, I’ve visited several churches around the state for different occasions (a baby dedication in Columbus, a baptism in Milledgeville, etc). One thing I have noticed is the stark differences in music from church to church. I love music in general, but to me a church service is not complete without hymns. Praise and worship music (along with other contemporary styles) has its place, granted. And, I’m certain it ministers to some who hear it. But, for me, church is not church without the old traditions.

They just do not write songs like that anymore. Take, for example, The Love of God:

The love of God is greater far
Than tongue or pen can ever tell;
It goes beyond the highest star,
And reaches to the lowest hell;
The guilty pair, bowed down with care,
God gave His Son to win;
His erring child He reconciled,
And pardoned from his sin.

  • Refrain:
    Oh, love of God, how rich and pure!
    How measureless and strong!
    It shall forevermore endure—
    The saints’ and angels’ song.

When hoary time shall pass away,
And earthly thrones and kingdoms fall,
When men who here refuse to pray,
On rocks and hills and mountains call,
God’s love so sure, shall still endure,
All measureless and strong;
Redeeming grace to Adam’s race—
The saints’ and angels’ song.

Could we with ink the ocean fill,
And were the skies of parchment made,
Were every stalk on earth a quill,
And every man a scribe by trade;
To write the love of God above
Would drain the ocean dry;
Nor could the scroll contain the whole,
Though stretched from sky to sky.

The new songs do not come close to the meaning and depth of these lyrics which have stood the test of time. They fill me with such a sense of peace each time I hear them that is unmatched.

Our neighbors love music as much as I (and my family) do. Quite often, they will come up, and we will drag out the hymnals and we just sit around the living room singing. This past Sunday evening was one of those occasions. We had, as we normally do, a wonderful time. It is so nice to be able to sit and spend time with such a family!