PZAGE 8, WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 1, 1984, WHITBY FREE PRESS «« HEFRMIG ENRE Chaniber to hold famiy fun day Sept ember 9 £ at Heydenshore Park The Whitby Chamber of Commerce wil hold a "Fun Day" for the en- tire family on Sept. 9 on the grounds of the Heydensbore Pavillon. Accordlng to chamber president Don Frise, the day will be filled with al kinds of events from a "Sunrise Service" con- ducted by the Whitby Ministerial Association and a pancake break- fast put on by the Whit- by Rotary Club. Part of the day wii be devoted to field events such as sack and tbree- legged races., Type writer RENTALSt also :SALES & SERVICE Office upplie .0 PAz squaredance exhibiti and a break dance cc test. Frise also bop that an "Old Time Fi dling Contest" can al be arranged. Frise said that t] chamber is a., organizing a "Perit Costume Contest"l celebration of Ontario Bicentennial. .Pa icipants should dresa the style favored durir the l9th century. "This is a strictly, 1< cost family day,"11 said, "We're hoping f( an excess of 1,000 peop] to turn out." For those familiE who bring'a picnic lui ch, Frise said that th whole family can enjo the day without sper ding a penny. "Bring the family an have a fun day, " he cor cluded. Ion on- pes 'id- Iso he od By THE REV. FATHER STANLEY BLACKWELL in Pastorý o 's St. John the Evangelist Church ar- It is obvious tbat humanity 15 facing many i n problems, wlil have to face many more, and that ng these problems are deeply disturbing the souls of al men. Dw It 15 just as certain that we cannot, must not, he reject the new, strange, adventuresome, ýor frigbtening world that 18 opening before us ... that 18, )le already with us. Especially'we Christians cannot do this because Christ lias inserted himself into this' [es world and we are bis people, bis body, and 50 we in- belong as he does to this world of IBM machines, to hie this world of cybernetics, that daily bring vaster )y problems before our minds, hearts and souls. For ,n- science moves faster and faster, s0 much faster than the men of today - or even the men of tomnorrow nd - are able to apprehend, comprehend or assimilate. It seems strange to say, but what can help modem man find the answers to bis own mystery and the mystery 0f bim in whose image lie is created, is silence, solitude - in a Word, the desert. Modern man needs these things more than the hermits of old. If we are to wltness to Christ in today's market- places, where there are constant demands on our whole person, we need silence. If we are to be always available, flot only physicaily, but by em- pathy, sympathy, 'friendship, understanding and boundless caritas, we need silence. To -be able to give joyous, unflagging hospitality, not only of house and food, but of mi, heart, body and soul, we need silence. True silence is a suspension bridge that a soul ini love with God builds to cross the dark, frightening guilies of its own mind, the strange chasms of tem- ptation, the depthless precipices of its own fears that impede its way to God. This silence is flot the exclusive prerogative of monasteries or convents. This simple, prayerful silence 18 everybody's silence - or if it isn't, it should, be. It belongs to every Christian who loves, God, to every Jew who has heard in his heart the echoes of God's voice in bisprophets, to everyone whoge soul bas risen in search of truth, in searcb of God. For where noise is - inward noise and confusion - there God is not!1 Deserts, silenc 'e, solitudes are not necesarily places but states 0f mmd and' heart. These deserts can be found in the midst of the city, and the every day 0f our ]ives. We need onlyto look for themand realize our tremendous need for them. They wiil be smail solitudes, littie deserts, tiny pools 0f silence, but the experience they wiil bring, if we are disposed to enter them, may be aexultant and as boly as ahl the deserts of the world. One of the first steps toward solitude is a. depar-- ture. Were you to depart to a real desert, you might take a plane, train or cab to get there. But we're blind to the "fittle departures" that fill our days. Tbese "ittle solitudes" are often right behind a door whicb we can open, or in a little corner wbere we can stop to look at a tree that somehow survived the snow and dust of a city street. There is the solitude of a car in which we return from work, riding bumper to bumper on a crowded highway. This too can be a "point 0f departure" to a desert, silence, solitude. By standing still!1 Stand stiil, and ailow the strange, deadly restlessness of our tragic age to falI away like the worn-out, dusty cloak that it la - a cloak that once considered beautiful. The restlessness was considered the magic carpet to tomorrow, but now in reality we see it for what it is: a running away from oneself, a turning from that journey inward that ail men must undertake to meet God dweiing within the deptis 0f their souls. Stand stili, and look deep into the motivations of life. Are they sucli that true foundations of sanctity can be built on them? Stand stifi, and lifting your hearts and hands to God, pray that the mighty wind of bis Holy Spirit may -clear ail the cobwebs of fears, seifishnp-«, The Chureh Speaks i~U; Sponsored by the WHITBY MINISTERIAL ASSOCIATION Thus silence will brlng peaoe to ail.