1994-1995 DMLC Messenger Vol. 85

the DMLC

Volume 85, Number 1

September 1994

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TUTOR ON THE WING

by Jenn Krueger Returning once again to DMLC this fall , I observed many changes on campus. Who could miss the crater behind Old Main?

There were also two new parking lots. The maintenance building had been painted, as well as the Hillview/Highland laundry room. Perhaps the most surprising discovery was a sign across the hall from my room which read , "Tutor Zimmermann ." A tutor? For the women? I must investigate!

Tutor Natalie Zimmermann is the new Assistant to the Dean of Women. She is originally from Arizona where both of her parents are teachers. Her brother Seth is a sophomore here . She graduated from East Fork and attended a community college for two years in Arizona before transferring to DMLC. After graduating in 1990 her first call was to Michigan Seminary where she served as a tutor for three years. This year she accepted the call to DMLC. I asked what it is exactly that she does . Besides keeping busy with her Shakespeare class, she helps out with volleyball and plans to do the same for softball. She is also available to counsel students. Her favorite part?

She loves to talk and this position gives her the opportunity to do so. Working with Dean Haar is also something she enjoys.

Finally I asked where she could see herself ten years from now. "Hawaii ," she jokes. Uh huh. Seriously, she would love to teach kindergarten. "I can see myself in a big dress with fingerpaint all over it." Sounds like a plan to me.

New Ulm, Minnesota

When All Is Said and Done

by Sarah Westphal It has been said that the easiest way to change history is to become a historian. Well watch out - I'm joining the amateur ranks . My qualifications as a chronicler are scanty, unless you count the legion of "back in my day ... " phrases that have been etched in my cranium throughout the years. This summer alone I was back-in-my-day'd against a wall, pelted with kernels of the past such as, "back in my day kids were diffe rent. Teaching was a whole 'nether ball game in the good ol' days. Things just aren't the way they used to be ... " ad nauseam. Well sure, that's no secret. Change is a constant companion, and we would do well to set an extra place at our tables for it.

No one needs to be reminded that this year is riding on the wheels of Progress and Transition. How can I resist the stuffy catch-phrases? This is an historic year. We are history in the making. These are the times that - well , enough. When all is said and done, we'll have come a long way. And if what I've been told is true, that "kids just ain't what they used to be;" well, neither are their teachers. With apologies to Professor Hartwig, let the past speak for itself.

Rules For Teachers

-18721. Teachers each day will fill lamps, clean chimneys.

2. Make your pens carefully. You may whittle nibs to the individual taste of the pupils.

3. Men teachers may take one evening each week for courting purposes, or two evenings a week if they go to church regularly.

4. After ten hours in school, the teachers may spend the remaining time reading the Bible or other good books.

5. Women teachers who marry or engage in unseemly conduct will be dismissed.

6. Any teacher who smokes, uses liquor in any form, frequents pool or public halls, or gets shaved in a barber shop will give good rea~on to suspect his worth, intention, integrity and honesty.

7. The teacher who performs his labor faithfully and without fault for five years will be given an increase of twenty-five cents per week in his pay, providing the Board of Education approves.

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AMALGAMATION A to Z

by Kristin Rutschow We are all aware that this is the final year of Dr. Martin Luther College and Northwestern College and that next year, this will be the location of Martin Luther College. But how do we get there from here? How do two schools become one?

Countless people are involved in that process; the purpose of this column is to keep you involved in the progress being made by some of these committees and groups.

The Student Steering Committee on Amalgamation (SSCA) met earlier this month in Watertown. This committee is made up of six students from DMLC and six from Northwestern, and it exists to help the amalgamation to take place as smoothly as possible . At this third meeting of the group, "they made one very critical decision," reports DMLC President John Lawrenz, "and that is that we will not try to draw up all details before we amalgamate, but we will keep things going." What this means for us is that instead of electing officers in the spring for next year's Student Council, there will be an interim committee to keep things running . There will be no elections for anything until we're ready. This is needed in -order to bridge the gap from where each school is right now to what we will be in 95-96. "I salute the students for their common sense," expressed Lawrenz.

The SSCA will continue to meet regularly. In addition, a larger group consisting of thirty to forty students from each school will meet in Prairie du Chien on November 5th and 6th to discuss the joining of student life on one campus.

The curriculum committee has made recommendations to MLC Pres ident Olsen that are now being considered . Subjects covered include the school calerrdar, the class day, classes which can be taught on both tracks, and various school traditions.

Northwestern Gollege will have eenvehed its library from the Dewey Decimal system to the Library of Congress system already used by

DMLC. All the books in the entire MLC library will also be electronically tagged to prevent book loss. Some services, like accessing the card catalog, will be offered also in the dorm, preventing needless trips to the library. Enormous amounts of work are being done to provide the students of MLC with a quality library.

Parking is a concern of practically the entire campus - students and administration alike. This year's new parking rules and regulations are an experiment. Feedback concerning parking will be heard and considered by a committee on parking. "The challenge," states Lawrenz, "is to provide adequate parking without paving the campus." To aid in this task , the internal streets will disappear from campus this summer and be replaced by a mall and more grass and trees.

The availability of jobs in New Ulm has been a concern for many since the amalgamation has become a reality. This year, Susan Allen of New Ulm's Job Service was on campus at registration and during the first two weeks of school to assist students in their quest for employment. Lawrenz expressed surprise at the large number of New Ulm businesses which were interested in hiring students. There was also a considerable amount of student interest.

There are still no residents in Summit Hall because a week of rain and hum;dity slowed down the work.

Moisture in the air has prevented the

plaster from drying completely and the area around the entrance has become nothing more than one huge mud hole. The goal for moving in to the recently renovated dorm is October 5th.

Work in Centennial Hall can then begin. Because of fire regulations, all the doors must be replaced and the transoms (those little openings above the doors) removed.

In both Hillview and Highland, the water systems will be updated, but this will not happen until after school is out. Then the boiler will be shut down and no water can be used for six weeks. Because of this necessary work, there will be just one session of summer school this year (in July).

Bathrooms in Highland will also be repaired during the summer.

Highland Manor also requires some changes, but the residents of the home can not move out until the new home for the elderly is completed. Then we can start work in this building. Each room is equipped with a toilet and sink, but there are not sufficient showers, so shower rooms need to be created. A residence for the tutor of the building will also have to be built. Highland Manor does have a kitchen and the school would somehow like to take advantage of that feature.

Enrollment at Martin Luther College will most likely be on the high side of estimates, but these are still estimates, so the decision has not yet been made about who will live where . This will probably be decided before the end of this semester, so look for an update in this column.

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ARE YOU ALWAYS READY?

by Carey Muenkel Imagine that it is the day the Lord returns. What are you doing? Are you doing something God-pleasing?

Consider Jesus' words in Luke 21 :34: "Be careful that your hearts never become burdened with - carousing and drunkenness and worries about this life, or that Day will take you by surprise¡ like a trap."

When I read that passage, my first thought was, "I wouldn't want to be drunk when Jesus returns." God tells us not to get drunk, not to associate with those who do, and what the punishment will be if we do live in such a way.

God's command to not get drunk is very clear in Ephesians 5:18. It reads, "Do not get drunk on wine, which leads to wild living ... " He doesn't say, "You can get drunk if you're twenty-one or older'' or "you can get drunk if you don't get caught." Rather, He simply says, "Do not get drunk."

Maybe you don't get drunk. Well, God also tells us, "Do not associate with those who drink too much wine ... " (Proverbs 23:21, 21) This reminds me of the passage in I Corinthians 15:33: "Bad company ruins good habits." (Something to think about when at a DMLC dance or a Cos, hey?) Re-member that "non-drinkers" should be witnesses to those who have fallen into the sin of drunkenness.

What is the punishment for living a life of wilful and continued sins, such as getting drunk? After a list of sins, including drunkenness, I Corinthians 5:21 answers this by saying, " ... those who continue to do such things will have no share in the Kingdom of God." Yes, we all sin.

Yes, we are all forgiven by the grace of God. However, with love for the Lord, we repent of our sins.

Repentance is not only knowing we're sinful and forgiven.

Repentance also involves a change in the erroneous behavior.

God tells us what we can do to

ETC.

by James Carlisle It's the beginning of a new year and this is a new column. This first installment is an introduction to the column so you'll know what to expect in the coming months. The column will be a hybrid of Dear Abbey, Hints from Heloise, with a bit of humor and a tad of trivia thrown in for variety.

I'll be expecting you, the reader, to send me notes about all sorts of things.

In return I'll do my best to answer your questions, give you advice, and offer hints and tips for everything from effective studying to wrinkle free suitcase packing. Please feel free to include any questions about amalgamation or any complaints about campus life (do I have to say parking). Your notes can be as general or as personal as you wish, and rest assured that all correspondence will be strictly confidential. However, you should be warned that if your note is particularly embarrassing it will get passed around at staff meetings. Please note that I'm using the word "note" here so, please keep things short and simple. Short so that I won't have to do any hacking and editing, and simple so that I can understand it, and give you an appropriate answer. If you do happen to send in a particularly long note, I'll have to edit it to fit the column. A letter about your pretty roommate who drinks too much Cola and could use a touch up on her roots might end up being a letter about your petty roommate who has a Coke habit and needs to dye. The Hints from Heloise segment of the article will be filled with little pointers about everything. Thrown in here and there I will include bits of trivia and hopefully you'll read it.

For those curious about my qualifications as an advice-and-hint-giver, please don't ask. I have no formal training in these areas, and your mother could probably give you better advice. But if you ask her she'll think it's some twisted ploy to extract money. So you're stuck with me.

change our sinful behavior. Romans 13:13,14 reads: "Let us live decently ... not carousing or getting drunk ... But put on the Lord Jesus Christ, and do not make plans to satisfy your fleshly desires." After the command to not get drunk in Ephesians 5: 18, it continues into verse 19 saying, "But let the Spirit fill you as you speak psalms, hymns, and spiritual songs to one another .. ."

The first verse of the same chapter tells us to "imitate God as His dear children." Do people imitate God when they get drunk? God would never get drunk! When you plan to go out drinking, ask yourself if that is what the Lord wants you to do. In everything that you do, do it to glorify God (I Corinthians 10:31 ). He loved

us so much that He forgave us for our sins. Can't we love Him back by doing what pleases Him? Prepare for Jesus' return. We do not know when that moment will be. ** All Bible passages were taken from the New Evangelical Translation (NET).

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THE LIVING HARVEST

by Susan Spevacek Bulgaria is a beautiful land that extends from the Black Sea to the Rila Mountains in southeastern Europe. But its beauty is deeply scarred. Weary people struggle With the phantoms of communism; yearning to be healed from the throes of spiritual depravation and singed morals. Intellectual levels are high; but the roots of religion were uprooted and left to wilt in Reason's choking force by years of Communist rule. But on July 4, 1994, a door was opened. A phone call from the government accepted our church's registration after almost two disheartening years of continuous rejection. The Lutheran Church of Bulgaria is now the only church, together with the Bulgarian Orthodox and 'Muslim, that is legally able to hold church services . We also conduct Bible instruction classes in our Christian Information Centers located in Bulgaria's capital, Sofia.

Those who go to our Center to listen to Bible classes cling to the Word with fixed, hungry eyes. A murmured "yes, yes, of course!" can be heard in answer to a statement of God's undying love for us. Our growing church of about 50 holds international students from Zambia and Zimbabwe, two Armenian men whose children are fighting in Armenia's civil war, and Bulgarians.

These people, happy in their new faith, invite their friends to come learn about Christ. Some stay, some go. A question I heard repeatedly is: "Why don't people believe?" The people gesture outside at "they" who dwell in the sin-restricting darkness.

"They" escape from their world of a failing ecpnomy and a shaky government through vodka, "they" are blackmailers who thrive on bribes. No, they never had the Word, and if they have, they've rejected it.

Here in America we can empathize; often we can't tell the difference between Christians and unbelievers in a country that was founded on religious freedom !

¡Yes, Bulgaria's fields are ready for harvest and for our prayers.

Literature on much-needed doctrine is being sold hot out of our WELS presses in the U.S. Two missionaries, two DMLC graduates, and a volunteer are working hard; while a missionary nurse with Bulgarian pharmacists are manning a medical dispensary for a "mission of mercy" to the poor pensioners.

One night, a terrific storm broke upon a Bulgarian summer's evening .

Pressing heat waves brought a sudden flash of lightning to cleft the darkness - illuminating the world.

That lightning was only momentary, but God's is eternal. His lightning turns the dark evil of sin inside out. It illuminates the reason we Christians are here on this earth. We're here to be a light to those who dwell in the oppressing darkness of sin and death. May we never forget that.

Lo, on those who dwelt in darkness dark as night and deep as death broke the light of thy salvation breathed thine own lifegiving breath.

Alleluia! Praise to thee who light dost send!

Alleluia! Without end!

Last night while the forest soundly slept, Into her chambers eight gypsies crept.

With brushes poised and gentle ease, They dappled their laughter across the leaves. byK. M.

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KEEPING UP APPEARANCES

by Bob My Grandparents have a sort of Sunday night ritual of watching public television together. One program that they particularly enjoy is the BBC's Keeping Up Appearances. This semi-dated British sit-com takes them into the life of a very genteel and proper lady named Hiacynth. All she does is by the book - Emily Post, that is - but with a certain sense of one who exceeds the limits of propriety. She must be the center of attention at all times and expects all to cast a glance her way. But, if there isn't anyone looking she will do all she can to get a look from the right people, particularly her friends and neighbors. Her poor husband is nearly exhausted by the end of each episode as a result of her antics.

Much like the good lady Hiacynth, we all are conscious of the impressions we give. If the old quote is right, "All the world's indeed a stage, and we are merely players; performers and portrayers."

Thus, the many roles we play require different costumes whether they be student, professor, athlete, parent or child - make up our various characters and personalities in life. But to ever impose our presence upon other people's lives becomes all too cumbersome and just plain egocentric.

In a favorite novel of mine, a column writer boldly professes, "We are all brothers under the skin. I, for one, would be willing to skin all of humanity to prove it." We're all the same underneath our costumes. We all too often adopt and foster the notion of superiority over everyone else on a purely human level. This clearly contradicts what we are told in scripture when Isaiah says with us, "I will walk humbly all my years because of the anguish of my soul." The universal sinfulness of man puts us all in the same boat before God. If we are truly spiritual people like we ought to be, we will be conscious of the planks in our own eyes; therefore seeing out megalomanical desires to be wrong and sinful.

Those who live for show will someday realize that they do not exist and are merely plastic images of opinions and values entirely not their own. Those who are opposite and wage war against the plastic people will someday realize that they are only doing the same as the others, whom they fear so much. Meanwhile the humble Christian keeps walking onward not letting worldly images block his path to Heaven. He finds no reason to boast in

himself or the world. He is a light of humbleness in a world of superfluity. St. Paul tells us to "be completely humble and gentle; be patient, bearing with one another in love." (Ephesians 4:2) And this love "does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking." (I Car. 13:4b-5a).

by Jenny Zahn and Shawna White The popular saying these days is "No Fear." Ask any of the freshman on campus and those probably aren't the words they'll reply with.

Going from the top of the heap to the bottom of the totem pole is not always an easy adjustment.

Taking the first step without your family with you is by far the most difficult, though not the only, fear freshman face when going away.

What were some of your fears when coming to a place that was unfamiliar? Worries about fitting in, or rooming with a total stranger may have run through your mind.

How do fearful people calm their agitated minds?

Talking and getting one's fears out in the open helps. The best way to ease one's mind is to go to God. It may sound "Cliche'ish," but it has been proven to work.

Even though fears of college creep into our minds, college life does have its positive aspects. For one, freshman aren't treated like "low-lites." We all seem to be on the same level, training to be full-time teachers. Our individuality as Christians can shine through without the weight of ridicule.

The student body and faculty have a strong Christian foundation, and are willing to use it for counseling and support. This is reassuring and helps squelch the fears of freshmen - or anyone - during these years at college.

NOW THE FAT'S IN THE FIRE

by Carey Muenkel The label on the Lite Ice Cream Soft Serve Mix reads: "FAT REDUCED 50% FROM THE NATIONAL AVERAGE FOR ICE CREAM, FROM 8g TO 4g PER SERVING." How much a serving is, we do not know.

We're going to guess one half cup. Anyway, the point is that the ice cream isn't as fattening as many believe. It has the same amount of fat as 2% milk has. It even contains mostly grade A milk. So as long as the sundae toppings are left off (try fruit instead!), the ice cream is guilt-free.

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THE GIFT OF FELLOWSHIP

by Sarah Swift I'd like to share a recent experience with you that had a profound effect on me and made me more fully appreciate how God has blessed us with our church. I was babysitting and I had to take the children to Sunday school at a non-WELS Lutheran church here in town. I decided it would be interesting to sit through the service while I waited for the boys, so I brought a friend along and we sat down to observe.

The service gave the overall impression of "lets please everyone," and "uphold family values." The pastor did not even have a sermon, but simply read a story and made a few comments about -how we should love one another and not be prejudiced. None of this was actually contrary to God's Word, although it seemed unconventional from my viewpoint and lacked depth of worship.

But something happened during this service that was terribly out of place in a church that claims the name of Christian. An infant boy was baptized, a darling child baptized in tl1e name of the Father, Son and Holy Spirit, who was presented for baptism by his two mothers! My feeling of being an interested observer was immedia~ely replaced by a repulsion that God's Word was being professed along with an evil lifestyl~ that in eve~ w_ay defies God's will. As the congregation started singing "Jesus Loves Me," a song which brings to mind my own faith as a child, I was overcome by an oppressive feeling of wrongness. I felt trapped. There was no opportunity to leave without disturbing others, (although I would have done just that if my friend hadn't stopped me). I tried to calm myself and stop my hands from shaking, but I couldn't help dwelling on the shock of this upsetting contradiction. God's grace along with a blatant rejection of God's law. How could people call themselves Christians and yet accept and condone this? Are they not risking the spiritual welfare of these people by their refusal to use the law? And what of the child? Will he grow up believing this is an acceptable, even Christian way to live? · Since dwelling on these questions only produces .more questions, all I can do is thank God that he has gu_arded our own church from this tragedy. What a blessing to worship and commune with true believers, to have a wonderful fellowship with those who believe the Bible in its full truth and purity just as we do. I know that I didn't fully appreciate the greatness of this gift of fellowship before this. I hope that this will encourage you to never take this gift for granted, but to value it as the treasure it truly is.

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SOME THINGS NEVER CHANGE

by Heidi Lemke .

As we look on this year ahead of us, we are faced with many changes. But after searching the campus and asking your opinions I managed to find a few things that have not budged an inch. So, sit back, relax and reflect on some things that just never change.

1. The guys have cable; the girls still don't.

2. The mattress in Hillview is older than you.

3. Parking problems 4. Sunday Brunch (meat, potatoes, stuffing) 5. Binoculars on fourth floor 6. Doug the Diviner Commercials on Z99 7. Hy-Vee 8. The list of things to do in New Ulm 9. The Cafeteria colors 1 O. Certain Professor's wardrobes 11. $.25 fines for no I.D. 12. Library social hours 13. And one final class of items that have never been changed: the football players practice t-shirts No matter how many changes we will witness this year, rest assured that for better or worse some things will never change.

(Disclaimer: The thoughts and opinions expressed were compiled from the responses of many people, and may or may not be views shared by the author.)

the DMLC

Volume 85, Number 2

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October 1994

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President of MLC

by Sarah Swift As I walked through the rain of a Friday afternoon toward President Olsen's house, I wondered what to expect. Questions such as "What is this new President like?" and "What does he do? " filled my mind . My answers came in the form of a nice long talk with a very amiable, as well as inspiring , gentleman. I hope I can provide answers for those of you who are also of an inquiring mind, as well as share with you his feelings about our new college and its mission .

In his own words, "a call to this position was the furthest thing from my mind. " The former President of MLPS had planned to return to serving in a parish, but looking at his grandson Benjamin encouraged him to accept the call. He feels that the Lord has greatly blessed us with our Christian education system and that "we had better work hard to preserve these blessings for future generations ." Besides the one grandchild, the Olsens also have two sons; one is the food service director for Northwestern, the other is teaching on the East Fork reservation in Arizona . Their daughter, Carolyn, is a sophomore here at DMLC. If you are wondering, as I was, just what exactly it is that he is doing this year, here is a brief description. He is trying to find out as much as he can about how the two colleges do things now, then take this information and put it into an orderly fashion to create a blend next year. This task is not as easy as it looks in print however; it involves overcoming many

challenges and a great deal of cooperation on the part of everyone involved. The main goal is to take the best things from both schools, then add new and different things, to end up with a better school than either one had to begin with. One of the biggest concerns is the assimilation of the two curriculums. Professors are being interviewed and credit structures evaluated, so that there can be a mutual strengthening of the two curriculums. The students will all gain from "cross-teaching," as we will be able to choose from a diversity of electives from both curriculums.

President Olsen is¡ very sensitive to the feelings surrounding this amalgamation. He himself fought against closing MLPS, "it hurts when something good is being taken away," but ''the Lord allows us to hurt so that we can understand his goodness." He stresses the point that "the most important thing is attitude!"

Our attitude has to be good because

we are God's children. There are two ways in which we can approach this, we can "either realize that the Lord has given us a tremendous opportunity, or we can complain that it isn't like it used to be."

There is a real challenge in overcoming what people think can't work, but the opportunities are great if we put our trust in God. "By having everything on the same campus we're bringing all forms of Christian education together. This will strengthen the ministry and give pastors and teachers a common background, a respect and a camaraderie that will carry into the future." The students gain, the congregations gain from pastors and teachers that work together well; there are no losers. He is very confident that this can be accomplished. "By working together, problems and anxiety will dissipate President continued on page 3

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BE OF GOOD CHEER: the continuing story of the clan in the van.

by Doug Gurgel To a cas-ual observer, cross country might appear solely an individual contest. Runners rarely organize in formations (unless, like Luther College, they have enough members to form a marching band), and they cannot call time outs in order to regroup (though they can feign a fall on some tricky terrain to rest). To a casual observer it may seem to be "by-myself, gun to tape, keep moving through mud and sand and hills and rocks and grass and streams and heat and (did I say mud?)" insanity. Which, 'tor a casual observer would be quite perceptive, for the traditional humanity versus nature conflict captures the quintessence of cross country, and insanity follows without saying.

To a more astute observer, however, cross country's overarching theme is team (or more specifically, clan, that is the clan in the van). It took team to master the mountains of mud which confronted the harriers throughout the undulating St. Mary's, Winona course. It took team to clear the 95 degree numbness of a wideopen River Falls meet. It took team (not to mention the first ever double digit fan total at an away meet) to push our runners to PR's (personal records for those of you who are casual observers) at Gustavus, and the same inspired supreme achievement at St. Olaf's "very muddy, hilly, humid, tough course."

Each yell encourages "to force your heart and nerve and sinew to serve your turn long after they are gone."

(Thanks to m' buddy Rudyard for that one.) Each encouragement convinces to "hold on when there is nothing in you, except the will which says, 'Hold on."'

Each clap carries feet the final meters to the finish, and each embrace uplifts after disappointment and points to the path ahead. If we ran a solitary race, trusting only our powers and our abilities to overcome, we would fail.

Kinda' like life. Be of good cheer. Yell for the team. And 'til we meet again, run the straight race.

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With creeping finality trees flare their myriad colors until they cast down their broken offerings to become stark symbols of wintered grayness.

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THE ULTIMATE STRESS-RELIEVER

by Carey Muenkel Stress, stress, stress. Everything seems to pile up at the same time. How do you deal with it? Do you cry and pull out your hair? Do you bite your fingernails? Do you indulge in chocolate? Do you break something? Isn't it easy to forget the Ultimate Stress-Reliever? The Lord is our Ultimate Stress-Reliever. Oh, what a relief He is!

"God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble" (Psalm 46:1). Isn't it an awesome comfort to know that God never leaves us? He is with us in all that we do. He helps us make important decisions. He helps us with our homework. He gives us the best advice and comfort for our shortcomings. He is always here to relieve us from our stress.

When you're thinking, "But I can't do this," or "I can't take this anymore," think again of Philippians 4: 13. It reads, "I can do everything through Him who gives me strength." Stress can't get in the way of anything you do because God gives you strength to overcome all stress.

We can also apply David's words to Solomon in I Chronicles 28:20 to our own lives. He told Solomon: "Be strong and courageous, do the work. Do not be afraid or discouraged, for the Lord God, my God, is with you. He will not fail you or forsake you ... " Again, the Lord is our strength . He is always here to help work things out "for the good of those who love Him" (Romans 8:28).

The Lord says we should call upon Him in trouble. He will then deliver us from that trouble (Psalm 50: 15) because He cares for us (I Peter 5:7). As you can see, there are plenty of comforting passages in the Bible to remind us of our help in times of stress. We need only to turn to our God who is always very near. You can't be stressed out with the Ultimate Stress-Reliever.

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President continued from page 1

we can move to solve difficulties by God's guidance and grace. We're his instruments, how can we miss?"

We must always remember what our aim is, "always looking forward to where we are going, not focused oh earthly things." When problems arise we need to look to God's word.

Philippians 4:4 states, "Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: ¡ Rejoice!" When we lose our focus, we must trust that -God is always there, his promises are our strength.

Preside¡n t Olsen focuses on this verse as an inspiration for our ministry, saying "life is too short to go about bickering and complaining, rejoice in what God has given us_he's with us always, he'll never let us down. In the midst of pain and difficult times we can rejoice; we're on a pilgrimage and heaven is our home. The purpose of our new school is to proclaim this throughout the world - let's never forget our mission."

THE LIBRARY IS FOR STUDYING and Other Campus Myths

by Heidi Lemke

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by James Carlisle Dear James, I have been unable to remove the hard water deposits on my bathroom fixtures. Do you have any suggestions? - Deeply Deposited Deeply, This is a problem that bothers scads of people, so I thank you for writing. I have found that applying lemon oil to the metal fixture with a soft, clean cloth will get rid of the hard water deposits. Then rub the lemon oil off gently; the deposits should disappear. This method has added value in that it leaves behind a film that prevents further spots from forming.

Dear James, Why is it when you flush the toilets, those in the showers get burned? Scorched in the Showers Scorched, Through exhausting research I found that this phenomenon is called Severe Hydro-Thermo Blastosis. The problem is being studied by two independent groups, one at M.I. T. and one at So. Dakota Tech. So far neither group has come up with an explanation. If it bothers you that much I suggest that until a theory or solution is found you should avoid the showers and buy a case of Right Guard.

Dear James, I n~ed your help! All of my friends are getting engaged and my girlfriend is dropping unsubtle hints that we should do the same. The problem is that I am not yet ready to commit. How do I shut her up? - Nagged

- The parking policy is fair (especially to Juniors and Seniors)

Dear Nagged, I would love to offer you a piece of advice that would solve your problem and allow you and your woman to stay together, but two things prevent this. First, due to unfortunate circumstances I have no applicable experience with this whole engagement I love I marriage predicament (not for Jack of trying, mind you). Secondly, it sounds to me like you don't really want to marry her. So I can offer no advice other than dump her.

- Liver and onions is a favorite meal of many students.

Dear James, What is with the cafeteria food? - Yours truly, Pepto Man

- Upperclassmen procrastinate.

Dear Pepto Man, Food?

The student union is for all students (not just for velcro couples and obsessed Days fans).

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- Everyone spends at least two hours of homework time for each hour of class.

- The DMLC grapevine did not survive the clutches of last winter.

That is the limit of reasonably decent letters I have to present. Unfortunately the last paragraph of last month's column was chopped so that it would fit (ironic really) and the address for letters was lost. So for all of you desperate to write me, please send all correspondence to Box 803 via inter campus mail.

Thank you to all those who wrote in, you make my job possible.

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HOLY TO THE LORD

by Bob "Out of the same mouth come praise and cursing. My brothers, this should not be." (James 3:1 O) Have you ever wandered the halls of our dormitories, ind in passing, come across something that strikes you s out of place?

I'm speaking of something more than dirty sports apparel lying in the hall. I'm referring more so to the lack of apparel t~at dons all too I11any "f the people on our walls, the questionable slogans 011 o•Jr t-shirts, and the words falling out of our all too loose lips. To close in on my point in the passage, images and actions speak louder than words. Our lives as aspiring ministers in the church should be set apart from that which the world and our desires would have us lead. We should see these things as ()_.o sinful and unbecoming of a . child of God. Aaron the high priest had to wear a breastplate saying: Holy to the Lord.

Do our actions convey this message just as clearly?

When asking most people about the posters that could be deemed offensive, the same proverbial excuses are more than likely to be heard. t like the person, not the picture. Or occasionally, I like the picture, not the person or the value it puts forth. As we can clearly see, these excuses are purely oxymoronical and hold no truth. For instance, a picture of a "leggy supermodel" on my wall would do nothing but sear my conscience to the blatant sexual sins that are accepted in our world, and feed the fires of my sinful nature rather than drowning them out.

Of our slogans, what could possess me to wear something advocating sinful actions? More subtly, have

October 1994 you ever really looked at what the some areas of the sportswear industry have been passing off as values these days? Shirts which come off as having an "in your face" sort of attitude toward the loser in a game are nonChristian and purely uncalled for. Need we be reminded that no. one wins every game? How do we feel in the losing position when we see such a shirt? Is that the sort of attitude we'd like- to put forth when those observing the Christian faith are around?

As for the language abuse we are all guilty of, James 3:~0 covers all of the bases here. Why would we want to misuse the name of our God? In all of this, as a general rule, we need to look at our lifestyles through another set of eyes. What do others think when they see us doing these things? Will we offend them and put a stumbling block in front of their faith? One must never be inclined to say, / don't see anything wrong with it, never seeing the offense taken by ~nother, especially in situations where we may be purely in the w~ong, and sinning.

"Let us examine our ways and test them, and let us return to the Lord." (Lam. 3:40) Most importantly, we should look at our lives through God's law. When the world says that this is the thing to do, we should first of all see if it stands up to God's standards. "Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable - if anything is excellent or praiseworthy think about such things." (Philippians 4:8)

- Faith, like light, should always be simple and unbending; while love, like warmth, should beam forth on eve,y side and bend to eve,y necessity of our brethren.

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October 1994 DMLC DRAMA CLUB PRESENTS

BRIGADOON

"Seeing how well everyone catches on," remarked Kristin.

This year marks the final musical production for the DMLC Drama Club . Then the tradition will fade into history, just like the legendary city of Brigadoon.

by Jenn Krueger

CAST Tommy Albright ........ .................... .............. ....... ... Dan Larson Fiona Maclaren .................... ....... ... ............... Heather Stuebs Jeff Douglas ................ ........... .. ..........................Jeff Strehlow Andrew Maclaren ........... .. ................ ...................... Jon Bartel Angus MacGuffie ......... ........................... Charles Sonnenburg Archie Beaton .................... ....................... ... .. .. James Carlisle Charlie Dalrymple .... .........................................,Ray Bowman Harry Beaton ................................ ................. .. Paul Patterson Jane Ashton ................................. .......... .........Michelle Zittlow Jean Maclaren ................. .. ................ .......... .Kathryn Manthe Meg Brockie .................. ............................. ..........Lara Lemke -Stuart Dalrymple ................................................James Holub Maggie Anderson ................................... .............. Deb Quandt Sandy Dean .................... ......... ... .. ........ ..Christopher Adickes Mr. Lundie ............................ ......... ........................Dan Schulz MacGregor ................ .. .. ......... .................... Heath Dobberpuhl Frank ........ ................. .. .......................... ................Tony Stone Kate ........... .. .. ........................ .......... ............. Rebecca Staude Chorus Stage Manager ................... ...................... ............ Dani Raiser Director ............. ....................................................... Eric Roux On November 11th, the curtain in the auditorium will rise one last time for the DMLC fall musical. This year's production is Brigadoon. What's it all about? "It's a onceupon-a-time fairy tale," says Becki Wagner, the play's choreographer. At some moments it's sad, at others it's funny, romance is an overriding theme.

The story is set in the 1940s in the highland of Scotland. Based on a Scottish folktale, the legend goes something like this: In 1940 two hunters, _played by Jeff Strehlow and Dan Larson, journey to Scotland where they stumble across a town which isn't on their map. Every evening when the townsfolk of Brigadoon retire, their village disappears. When they awaken, one hundred years have passed. Sort of like Rip Van Winkle. One day the hunters arrive and one of them, Tommy, falls in love with Fiona, a lass from Brigadoon played by Heather Stuebs . The problem? To remain with Fiona, Tommy must become part of Brigadoon. However, no one who becomes a part of Brigadoon ever leaves. What will our hero do?

Brigadoon is being directed by Eric Roux. Kristin Schalow, the producer is in charge of publicity.

Someth ing d ifferent this year will be the use of separate singing and dancing choruses.

I asked Kristin and Becki about some of the problems the crew faced . They said it was quite a challenge working with a cast of such a large size. How about that Scottish accent? No problem. The script is worded so anyone who reads it "as is" will sound Scottish. And¡ the best part? "See ing it all come together," said Becki .

THE AGE OLD BATTLE OF THE SEXES

by Amy' Scharrer

The man: "Men are but children of a larger growth." - Dryden. All for Love Act iv Sc 1 "To none man seems ignoble, but to man ." - Ibid. Night Thoughts Night i 1, 112 "Cursed is everyone who placeth his hope in man." - Saint Augustine. On the Christian Instruction "Man's state implies a necessary curse; when not himself, he's mad , when most himself , he 's worse ." - Ibid.

Emblems. Bk ii Emblem xiv "Speaking generally, men are ungrateful, fickle, hypocritical, fearful of danger and covetous of gain ." - Niccolo Machiavelli, The Prince 1513 The woman: "Fraility, thy name is woman!" - William Shakespeare Hamlet, 1601 "Wicked women bother one. Good women bore one. That is the only difference between them." - Oscar Wilde. Lady Winderm ere's Fan, 1892 "I've seen your stormy seas and stormy women, and pity lovers rather more than seamen." - Byron. Don Juan.

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"Deceit is the game of small minds, and is thus the proper pursuit of women." - Pierre Corneille While these quotes come from many generations we must not forget our heritage. Being Lutherans we must look to none other than Martin Luther for the answer to this ancient argument. He states his opinion clearly saying: "Who does not love wine, women, and song remains a fool his whole life long."

(The opinions in this article were derived from many generations - the author only wishes to agree with George Eliot "I'm not denying the women are foolish: God Almighty made 'em to match the men.")

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)VAY BACK WHEN Overheard: "What's the big deal about amalgamating? All DMLC's doing is dropping the "D" and finding a new mascot!" All this hoopla over a slightly altered anagram and an armored individual, right? Even if the matter is reduced to this level of simplicity, it still has repercussions aplenty. Hundreds of cafeteria trays with DMLC emblazoned on their surface, for one. (If all those D's can't be scraped off, we're going to have one huge stack of winter recreational material, and the biggest sledding party Vogel hill has ever seen.)

In the throes of our last year as DMLC, we should remind ourselves that while our "trays" will take on a different surface appearance, the message they carry will be of the same enduring fare .

Still, one can't help but look back - nostalgia is like a potential sneeze; the tickle in our emotions is halfwelcome in its sharpness . While there 's no harm in teasing our senses with a wisp of poignancy, we don't want to spray our neighbors with a liberal founta in of bursting melancholy. Long-standing traditions can be exam ined with a softened eye , but lets keep o ur perspectives in the light of reason. This year is not an end; it is a process, prelude to the next steaming course served on the tray of life.

One firmly established tradition is the Messenger itself; companion to countless mailboxes for nearly 85 years of DMLC's existence. The aged bearer of news has weaned itself of the German mother-tongue it once indulged in, as well as of almost every staff member of male persuasion.

(Hey its quality, not quantity, OK?) Before its voice is lost entirely in the annals of time, lets give the Messenger of the Past a last chance to air its vocal cords. In the spirit of a century's-worth of DMLC Homecomings and sweaty football players, the 1934 Messenger offers an insight of enduring significance. Read on ...

Studentenwissenschaft!

What Goes On In The Huddles?

Many of our students, especially the co-eds, may wonder what really goes on when our.football team goes into a huddle. Well, here's what we've overheard. The game is on. The boys are in the midst of a battle.

Wally: 'Well, fellas, give me a little more help and I'll be able to put that ball over for a touchdown. Say, I really have to make a touchdown for my girl friend. Boy, she's sweet. And how!"

Dierson: "Aw, dry up! They're all the berries."

Raabe: "I'm surprised to hear such things from you, Dierson. Why, my little girl's a charmin' woman."

Duin: "What's that got to do with the price of hogs in Iowa. Them wimmen's all the same to me."

Pee Wee: "Me too. I'm over-weight."

(Here we pause fo r 3 minutes during which time the "ref" penalizes D. M. L. C. 5 yards for offside.)

Coppens: "Boys, we've got to fight for old Alma. Never mind the women."

One A Penny

by Rebecca Staude The gallant Knight Stood shining bright His image singed my eyes He rode away and to this day my heart has butterflies The little bubble was into trouble so he floated to the sky And with one poke The bubble broke As the buzzing bee flew by A piece of gum had lost his mom he didn't know what to do He searched high and low and to and fro till he found her under someone's shoe.

Bradtke: "Let's get going! That tough guy playin' against me socked me on the nose. I'll square up with him the next play."

Hempel: "Shu~ks, I'm stuck here! Somebody threw a wad of gum on the field. Sure enuf, it's Bubble Gum." Schoenherr: "You're always stuck on something. Get gain', we need another touchdown . Don't call signals, yet, my shoestring's untied."

(Another fifteen yard penalty for D. M. L. C. as a result of Habben trying to mop the field with one of his opponents.)

Wiechmann: "Hot, cha, cha! How'm I doin! Wanna buy a duck!"

Aufderheide (kicking Wiechmann on leg): "I'll buy the duck if you take out the men you're supposed to."

(The duck is bought , the path is cleared, and Aufderheide runs 50 yards for a touchdown. The whistle ends the game.)

Team : Rah, rah, rah! Three cheers for good old D.M.L.C. - C. R. '35.

the DMLC

Volume 85, Number 4

essen Dr. Martin Luther College

December 1994

r New Ulm, Minnesota

Teacher TiPi at Chrlitmaitlme

by Carey Muenkel

Do you ever wonder why we do some of the things we do at Christmas time? Isn't it sad how the m~anings of Christmas symbols have been forgotten? We future teachers can gain great teaching tips from learning the Christian meanings of Christmas trees, holly, bells, and candy canes.

The tree may be the most popular Christmas symbol for all people.

There was a time when people decorated them with red apples, garland, and a candle at the top. This symbolized the fall into sin by Adam and Eve, the coiled Serpent (garland), and Jesus, the Light of the World, who gives victory over the Serpent.

Martin Luther is said to have started putting candles on the branches of Christmas trees. At the base of his tree was a nativity scene.

The candles in the branches symbolized the stars shining over Bethlehem.

The holly (holy tree) is an important symbol for Christians. Its thorny leaves and red berries make beautiful wreaths. These beautiful wreaths have a "Law-filled" symbol in them. They typify Jesus' crown of thorns and bloody drops.

Most of us probably haven't thought too deeply about bells. The story behind them is quite interesting.

Hundreds of years before the first Christmas, bells were rung to announce happy events. In the sixteenth century bells were rung on Christmas Eve or Christmas Day to announce Jesus' birthday. Later,

when the Puritans ruled England, town criers rang hand bells as they forbade people to celebrate Christmas. In some churches today, bells are once again rung to show joy for Christ's birth. (A hymnology tip: After listening to Christmas chimes, Charles Wesley js said to have composed "Hark the Herald Angels Sing.")

Candy canes as a Christian witness? Of course! The story follows: A candy maker in Indiana wanted to make a candy to witness Jesus' birth, ministry, and death. The white symbolizes the virgin birth and the sinlessness of Jesus. The candy is hard because Jesus is the Solid Rock, the Foundation of the Church.

It also shows the firmness of God's promises. The three small stripes symbolize the stripes Jesus received when he was scourged. The large red stripe shows the blood Jesus shed for all people. The shape of the candy cane can be interpreted two ways. As a "J" it represents the nameof Jesus. Flip it over and it becomes a shepherd's staff - the Good Shepherd's staff.

I hope these descriptions help give even more meaning to your future Christmases and the Christmases of your future students.

NATURE'S ALMANAC By the stripe on the back of a fuzzy caterpillar, it's going to be a mild winter in Minnesota.

The caterpillar had been sited on the way to class in late Autumn, contentedly ambling its own way, ignorant of the warmth it had caused in one individual's heart, as in many others who reported similar findings across the state. The reports of the narrow stripe ga_ve weathermen protection from the love / hate relationships of weather viewers across the state who suffer the consequences of following misjudged weather reports. It gave teachers the promise of warmer recess duty where they don't have to try to hide their bulgy long johns beneath skirts and dress pants. It gave one man in Minneapolis relief in the knowledge that his other ear won't fall off; at least not this winter.

For the caterpillar's stripe does not lie. It has ll_lercy on your marrow; keeping the cold from poring in. The stripe carries the promise of many days of above zero weather, and warmer trips to the Music Center and Summit Hall. Hold to that promise, even during the few days when you clench your teeth as the icy wind cuts through your body. Always remember: the narrow stripe on the back of a fuzzy caterpillar does not lie (let that be this winter's motto.)

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Smile! God Loves You! -Bob "The old grey donkey, Eeyore, stood by himself in the thistly forest, his front feet well apart, his head on one side, and thought about things. Sometimes he thought sadly to himself "Why?" and sometimes he thought, "Wherefore?" and sometimes he thought, "Inasmuch as which?" - and sometimes he didn't know what he was thinking about. So, when Winnie-the-Pooh came stumping along, Eeyore was very glad to be able to stop thinking for a little, in order to say "How do you do?" in a gloomy manner to him." (Winnie-thePooh ch. IV.) Have you ever seen yourself in light of any of the characters of A.A. Milne's Winnie-thePooh books? Most anyone can be described as one of the characters, or perhaps as a combination of two or three. I am definitely the Eeyore type. People like myself lumber around worrying about this and that, and occasionally the other thing if we have time. Passersby wonder what runs through our swimming heads as we may dig up a smile to give. The questions that seem to linger most are those pertaining to past experiences - "Why?", "Wherefore?" ¡ and "Inasmuch as which?" as Mr. Milne puts it.

Sometimes it takes a friend like Pooh to knock us off of our thinking rock and remind us to participate in the world. Life should be kept in light of "Thy will be done."

Ours is not to question why. Someday we'll understand.

Meanwhile, we should all take life as it comes and be happy about it like the lovable Pooh Bear. No one really likes an Eeyore. He's so caught up in his world that the outside, and opportunities to help others simply pass him by, never giving him any joy and possibly withholding the answers to his laborious questions.

Puzzles are made with extra pieces these days.

Perhaps life has its extra pieces as well. Or maybe the matching pieces haven't been made yet.

Puzzles without square edges are also made these days. Life as well may seem to have its jagged edges.

A professor once compared life experiences and history itself to a tapestry. "We don't understand the back of the tapestry when we look at it. It has all sorts of frayed threads - and it just looks like a mess. But when that tapestry is complete, and God turns it around, we will see the face of Jesus Christ on the front of that tapestry." Until that day, we Eeyores will llave to look at the Pooh Bears around us and remember to be happy. Smile! God loves you!

BAMBOO HARVEST

by Sarah Westphal

According to the red shirted pied-piper who blew and beat and shook his instruments under the stage-lights of our auditorium, art is man's way of reaching his hands out to God. As lithe as the bamboo from which his instruments were carved, he led us on a merry mystic flight of music, far away from our hearths and Hamlins.

Steve Pollitt was our lyceum leader on a slippery snowy November 28th. His performance blew us from the snow-clad arms of Minnesota as surely as his breath gave life to his primitive instruments. His bamboofashioned music-makers bore the designs of the earliest days of Stone Tools, and those of today's Third World instruments. Depending on the instrument he plucked from his unusual collection, familiar hymn melodies took on the haunting lilt of the Orient, or a tripping vivacity at home on a windblown peninsula of France.

Steve Pollitt could have chosen no instrument more apt for "reaching his hands out to God" than one shaped from the limb of a bamboo. Throughout a warm Third World country these slender lemon-lime trees are growing in swaying clumps. Even now, some resilant bough is being bent low to earth by the scant weight of lithesome brown village children. Hands grip, feet are flung outward, and the bough swoops its passenger up into a temporary heaven. It's pliant dip sets a laughing child's feet back on earth. Bamboo seems to have been created to carry passengers of flight or music into the realms of heaven; where they, in some way, can touch God. Many thanks to the pied Piper who led us on a journey from roots to sky and back again. Our feet have walked on air.

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THE REST OF THE STORY: The exciting conclusion to the story of the clan in the van

by Doug Gurgel

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The last mile sees runners most clearly. Unlike previous miles, the smoke of the starter's ~isto~ ~nd subsequent surge of adrenaline do not cloud its vIsIon, nor do waves of runners towing the weary in the wake of middle miles diminish its perception. The last mile witnesses runners removed from strength and often alone. It thus witnesses a pure struggle between body and heart, between unwillingness and constancy. It perceives the intai:igible point where character alone compels to the conclusion.

And now, the final miles ...

Homecoming's Flandrau hills tapered to a fast flat which felt each painful step of the running wounded and the quiet resolve of a certain Team 9-1-1, while emotion contended with motion as brother raced brother, and brothers raced brothers, in a final filial philopena.

Two weeks later a wood-chipped trail of the Minneapolis Parks system saw a pack of maroon-clad women pour a season's worth of pace work into a push for the conference championship, a tribute to a team melded from motley crew. Finally, a mudsplattered and rain-spattered stretch at a small college in Michigan heard brave cheers spur the women's sprint to victory and the pant of exhausted ecstasy from those for whom the stretch would prove their last.

Thus ttie final mile is accomplished, and drizzle helps cold fingers turn the numbered card into an illegible pulp.

But it doesn't matter. Only effort differentiates between victory and failure. And all who have crossed the line, who have conquered the weary mile, have won their rest.

Fulfillment in exhaustion.

The world swirls in muddled mist, and visions linger across a chalk barrier ten feet away, unable to pass.

Summers of sweating hills and mind-numbing speed work before sunrise. Fading faces of teammates and the effervescent laughter of a coach. Frolics in the snow and playful antics in puddles. Pasta parties and DO runs.

Rivers forded and ponds explored. Feeling fleet as the wind and wondering when it would end. But most of all remain the circle of hands clasped, the prayers for thanks and strength, and the love. For love not only conquers all, it motivates all.

And love allows it to rest, for although this last mile is run, other races more important than some small collegiate contest await, and already the starter is giving final instructions. We don't know the course, but we know

Page 3 the race will be tough. We know that the final mile will bring hardship, toil, and pain , but when we cross that fi nish line, completely expended, the Rest will be eternal.

Gather 'round. Take my hand. It's time to go.

Ad Dei Gloriam.

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"IT'S NOT WHAT YOU SAY IT'S HOW YOU SAY IT"

by Rebecca Staude

This year's Readers' Theater put on a winter Christmas production on December 8th and 9th. Anyone who came to the music center's choir room was in for a pleasant dramatic surprise, pulled off by a cast of more than twenty readers. The evening began with a winter poem by Robert Frost, followed by a comic tale of "Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout'' who just would not take the garbage out. All were amused by "Flying for Peanuts" which made a farce of the two Wright brothers. A moving selection to follow was "The Lady of Shalott." After our emotions were in gear, we focused on the casts' reading and singing of the "Christmas Story" from the NIV. A following highlight was a Shakespearean clip from "Much Ado About Nothing," a true inspiration to the ears. A humorous number between Shakespeare and the tugging tale told of the "Giving Tree," was Shel Silverstein's story of "The Fly Is In." While we were still chuckling, "Casey at the Bat" was narrated to a tee and had us waiting in anticipation to hear Casey's story "20 years later." After the resolution of Casey's story, the show concluded with a "Traveling with Teenagers" saga.

Both evenings of the show provided a wonderful entertainment that will be treasured in the minds of its viewers. In eager anticipation, we will await the next performance of the DMLC Readers' Theater.

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ETC. Greetings gentle readers, this month's article i~ a varied assortment of intriguing and thought provoking letters; I hope you enjoy them. Remember, without ~our input I have no article. Last month I had no article because I got no letters. Thanks and enjoy.

DearJames1 don't know how to write this, but I am looking for words to describe my emotions that I have pent up inside of me. I really want a cute, little furry animal. Preferably a puppy dog - a Saint Bernard would be nice. ~ut ~ c~nâ&#x20AC;˘t have a dog in my room - the tragedy of my life 1s Just starting. I have already bought the dog and it is hiding at a farm in Sleepy Eye. How can I break it to my roommate and Tutor? - Puppy Love DearP.L., This is quite a situation you have described, I'll do my best to help you. First off, you have to realize that a pet is a tremendous responsibility, especially a puppy which will need attention and love constantly. The fact that you have him on a farm in Sleepy Eye is distressing to me. Is he safe, who is taking care of him? Have you really considered the consequences of his getting sick, or dying? What you have done is irresponsible and shortsighted. You need to remedy things immediately. Go get the dog and find a home for him, you cannot take care of him. This may be hard for you, but you must put his best interests ahead of your own. If you need any help or you just need to talk please come and see me in person.

Dear Jimmy C., How can I study for my exams or any of my homework if my neighbors are always throwing wild parties? I would go over to the LMU, but I don't have a significant other to take with me. The Library would be fine too, but I don't like all those books. How can I find a place to study that will let ¡me do well in all my schoolwork? - Desperately Seeking Study Space DearDS3, Finding a place to study is the hardest part of studying in college, but with a little ingenuity it can be done. I can understand your hesitation about venturing into the LMU alone - it can be a dark and scary place. Find a desk in the lower level of the library, or go back among the stacks. In the dorm try the basement or the lounge during off hours, early in the morning or late at night. If all else fails, try the library downtown. My favorite place to study is the Children's Lit. room in the library; try it out once, maybe you'll like it.

Dear James M. Carlisle, This past weekend I spent too much money on gifts for other people. I ended up buying things for people I don't even know that well. I have no money to be spending like this, but I spend it anyway. I have all my credit cards maxed and I am about to bounce my check book, worse yet I don't even have a job. But I still shop and shop and shop. What can I do to help myself save money? - No Cash Dear No Cash, This is a problem that effects people from all walks o life and from all over. You need some financial counselinf and assistance. Contact your family accountant, or if yoL feel confident ask your parents to help you organize you. debt. My advice is that you need to get a job, any job, anc pay off your credit cards. Bad credit can follow you fo years and ruin your chances at buying a house or car.

Dear Abbey - I mean Jim (sorry, James) I have this mental problem of not realizing what I'm saying when I talk to other people. Sometimes I just blurt out the totally wrong thing and everybody just stares and looks at me. One time I was talking to a Prof. and I made a comment about his tie - but it came out completely different and I don't want to explain it any further. What can I do about t his speaking p rob lem?

Footinthemouth Dear Footinthemouth, This is a worrisome problem and undoubtedly embarrassing at times. I can only tell you to really think before you speak, consider your wording and how it will affect your listeners. If the problem continues even after a concerted effort on your part, consult a doctor or speech therapist.

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FLAGPOLES AND OTHER WINTER HAZARDS

by Kristin Rutschow If you've seen A Christmas Story, you're aware of the

problems that arise when a tongue meets the cold metal of a flagpole on a brisk winter day. Would you ever want to have to choose between the use of your tongue and being eternally fixed to a flagpole?

Most of you are smart enough to believe what you've seen in the movies. So you keep your open mouths far away from anything resembling metal during these cold winter months.

So you probably think you're fairly intelligent. Me too.

But that didn't stop me from taking a late-night sledding run not long ago.

The night was clear, the temperature was perfect, and the company was ideal. I was off on an adventure to prove my physical prowess.

After one run down a pretty lame hill, we decided to conquer Herman's hill instead. So we hopped into our makeshift sled and were off. It soon became apparent that we were picking up speed and had no way of controlling our descent. But there was no time to concern myself with this detail, for I then found myself flying through the air and landing - face down - in front of the sled. And the sled kept sledding. I realized I may be dead by the time I reached the distant bottom of the hill.

Eventually I rolled out of the path of destruction and realized what an idiot I'd been for agreeing to defy death and injury for a few moments of recreation. I was sure my face had been permanently rearranged. Was this really worth a lifetime of "What happened to your face?"

Good question. Get back to me after my chin heals and we'll go for another run.

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If a monk under a vow of silence belches, is it counted against him? Explain.

Upon entering the shower, which body part is washed first, and why?

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My Life as a Chunk of Cheese.

Women only: townie or Northwestern guy? You make the call.

Men only: Explain the hostility between Mario and King Koopa.

Why Yoko Ono is more talented than all the Beatles combined.

Recreate the last minutes of Elvis Presley's life.

Prove that Prof. Carmichael was the second gunman on the grassy knoll.

How would Chewbacca look in bun-huggers? OR Whom would Chewbacca most look like shaved?

Include diagrams.

When Michael Bolton sings a song it's eternally his.

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Scott W. Deters Stillwater, MN

Jennifer K. Hermanson New Ulm, MN

Matthew J. Heyn New Ulm, MN

Tammy Ann J. Nickel Mayville, WI

Jonathan A. Roux Saginaw, Ml

Dale R. Rundgren East Hartford, CT

Amy M. Schaumberg New Ulm, MN

Naomi R. Sehloff Manitowoc, WI

Damon S. Tracy Jefferson, WI

Leah M. Tracy Milwaukee, WI

Michael J. Vatthauer Tucson, AZ.

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MID-VEAR GRADUATES December 22, 1994

BACHELOR OF SCIENCE IN EDUCATION Paul F. Blakely Rachel M. DeShone

Springville, NY Saginaw, Ml

Scott W. Deters

Stillwater, MN

Jennifer K. Hermanson

New Ulm, MN

Matthew J. Heyn Tammy Ann J. Nickel Dale R. Rundgren

New Ulm, MN

Mayville, WI East Hartford, CT

Amy M. Schaumberg

NewUlm,MN

Michael J. Vatthauer

Tucson, AZ

ELEMENTARY-SECONDARY EDUCATION Andrew W. Asmus

Watertown, WI

Physical Education Jonathan A. Roux

Saginaw, Ml

Music Naomi R. Sehloff

Manitowoc, WI

Mathematics Damon S. Tracy

Jefferson, WI

Science Leah M. Tracy

Science

Milwaukee, WI

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Volume 85, Number 5

essen Dr. Martin Luther College

January 1995

r New Ulm, Minnesota

"A DAY IN THE STUDENT TEACHING TRENCHES"

by Sergeant Matthew Moeller - Infantry

It's 0600 hours. I sit up in my bed, rub my eyes to do away with Mr. Sandman's work for the evening, and glance around. To my great dismay, my eyes behold a sea of ruffles, doilies, lace, and ribbon. Not only that, but shades of pink cover everything in the room . I look down at my bed and see a beautifully white-ruffled bedspread covering my body. After a temporary spell of confusion, I realize where I am. Yes, I've been assigned to a girl's room for the eight weeks of basic training. The initial sight of the room and all its feminine features struck me hard and repulsed every aspect of my masculinity, but I have learned to deal with it. I've become much more in touch with my feminine side these days due to the delicate atmosphere in which I get my shut-eye.

There is no time to waste. I jump out of bed, hurry to the shower, eat chow with my messmates and prepare my appearance to be scrutinized by 19 privates for six and half hours. I then march in step to the war zone.

There, as lesson plans fly, the overhead is tackled, chalk is screeched, and the ivory is struck to resemble something like a hymn, I prepare for the day's assignments and mission. I must "Be all that I can be!"

At 0730 I meet with the commanders and my general at headquarters, where coffee is slugged with stern faces as we all know what lies ahead. Jokes are cracked, but none of us forgets what and who is waiting out there for us. We are dismissed and return to our quarters. A wicked tongue-lashing from my general awaits me for failing to review in yesterday's math tactics excursion and for failing to give a transitional statement (which resulted in the total defeat of a social studies lesson). He reconfirms my worthlessness and I give the only response which '!\'_ ill not result in a court marshal by Commander and Chief Curriculum Teacher, "Sir! Yes! Sir!" The nineteen dog faces filter in one by one. It's my turn now. "Memory work, now!" I belt out. Immediately and obediently, they line up with the day's assignment and recite perfectly, knowing that even the smallest of er'rors will force me to make their entire day one of extreme torture and agony. This routine continues throughout the

day as we progress through the training. Mercy is not in my vocabulary. Only during time at the mess hall are the dog faces allowed to put their spirits at ease. At these times we discuss matters of national security such as The Power Rangers and, of course, the lady privates quietly discuss boys. Hearing this nonsense, I ask them why they go out with boys. One fifth grade girl responds, 'We feel like we need a man."

We double-time it back to the rigorous training, sparing not a moment, because time is of the essence. It is always "Full speed ahead." There is war awaiting them beyond the halls and doors of this training facility, and they must be ready for the sake of the unit, core, God, country; and of course, my promotion and graduation.

At 1500 hours the privates are dismissed, except for the courageous few who have decided to face the -basketball challenge which I offer them. When the gym doors close they are mine for two hours. No one speaks of what happens within those doors, but after it's all over, only a few are left standing. Only the strong survive.

The rest of the night I am confined to L.P. (Lesson Plan) and C.P. (Correcting Papers) duty. No one said it would be easy. At 2300 hours I return to the barracks.

I've done my best today. Maybe it was good enough, maybe not. Maybe you can be one of us: The few, the proud, the student teachers!

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TWELFTH NIGHT: The Short of It

by Ryan Rosenthal Doug Gurgel in tights, Jason Lowery called "Belch" (and proud of it), Sarah Westphal dressing up as a man and being mistaken for Jason Schmidt, and Renee Westphal getting married, not to the "man" she loves, but to his? her?, twin brother. What could possibly be this zany? Why Shakespeare of course!

How do all of these seemingly disjointed things come together in Shakespeare's Twelfth Night? The best way to find out is to attend DMLC's last ever Winter Play on February 24th, 25th, and 26th. If you are wondering if this play is for you or not, never fear. It's a simple story with appeal to all. It's got more love in it than "Day's of Our Lives"; more fighting than "General Hospital"; more mistaken identities than "Guiding Light," and it's easier to follow than any of the above. If you're not into the soap opera scene, think of it as what people watched before The Princess Bride. To top this all off, it's almost as funny as the furniture guys. So come check it out and see Dan Schultz crossgartered - whatever that means!

January 1995 Although we have obvious disagreement with Dr. C.'s terms of "spirituality", her views on life and learning may find some happy advocates: "Teachers are not better than those they are teaching."

"The older you get the better you get."

"Life should be a prayer."

When in doubt, "Go to the ones with the white hair and ask. They will tell you."

"If we are good teachers, our students won't know they're being taught. They'll think they learned it all themselves."

Different cultures, different views, different lives. While we can't accept the beliefs of such people, we should always recognize them as individuals, for whom Christ saw fit to shed his blood.

Keep them in your prayers.

HEAR THE VOICE OF THE BARD (and maybe understand a little bit too)

CIRCLES OF THOUGHT - AN OJIBWE LYCEUM

by Sarah Westphal Restlessly tied to a plugged-in microphone, and playing twister with its dragging cord, Dr. Rosemary Christensen of the Ojibwe tribe was obviously uncomfortable with a formal lecture procedure. Despite her diminutive stature, she managed to create a visual stir: from the black beret perched askance on her irongrey head, to the heels that paced restlessly beneath her flowing garb. A slipping shawl, a swinging gold earring, and cheekbones pushing up under dark eyes all merged with dramatic impact. The eight-page resume which accompanied this highly educated teacher / speaker / writer coupled our first impressions with due respect.

Dr. C. was soon supplied with a clip-on microphone, which freed her feet and, apparently, her thought process. Ojibwe communication is never in the form of static lecture. It is established by an in-your-face and onyour-toes story-telling rove. Dr. C. did her best to circle around a square audience; weaving and twisting her lecture in rhythm with her orbits.

This Ojibwe was an individual of tribal ideals. She walks the "Good Red Road" with a calculating step, in hopes of meeting her ancestors in the next cycle of life.

She venerates nature, giving the title "grandfather" to certain trees. She accepts all people, believing that the world views of each will someday find agreement in a common end. It may sound beautiful, but it is a theology of clanging symbols and resounding gongs, empty without Christ.

by Doug Gurgel Juliet stood bathed in moonlight and lamented, "Wherefore art thou Romeo?" "He's standing right in front of her," I said to myself, "How can she not know where he is?" Then it dawned on me that I had misinterpreted the sole particle of Shakespeare I had ever known, a devastating epiphany.

Perhaps the name Shakespeare fills you with trepidation. (Perhaps the word trepidation does as well.)

Perhaps you fear that the "thou's" and the "thee's," and the "prithee's" and "beschrew me's" will so muddle your mind that you could hardly enjoy yourself at a performance. (I do not intend to condescend; I have experienced the same.) This all being one, I hope by the time I am done, that you shall harbor these fears no longer and will join me at this year's winter play, Twelfth Night.

What remedy is there for these fears? Simple. Use your eyes and use your ears. Drama, after all, is supposed to be seen, not read. The actors have labored with the language for you, and the performance intends to illustrate the unfamiliar world of iamb. It is much harder to know what I mean than to see what I mean, thus (that this simple syllogism might serve) let your eyes interpret when your ears lack the learning.

Still baffled by this nomenclature? Trust Shakespeare's ken of human nature. The story of Twelfth Night is really about us, that is to say, about humanity. F~r who has not fallen suddenly to Cupid's infatuous dart? Who has not succumbed to selfish self-love? Who has not pined in the melancholy of unrequited love? Who has not joyed to play a practical joke? Who has not caroused obnoxiously with his cohorts? Who has not lived? Shakespeare Voice of the Bard cont. on page 3

January 1995

Our Swell Junior-of-the-Month

by Carey Muenkel In the past we have had "Lancers-of-the-month." For this issue we have designated a junior-of-the-month. His friends describe him as being "swell." Can they expand on that? Well, Dan Schulz says, "I love him!" He also loves the "goofy smile" our junior-of-the-month wears "no matter what" the situation is. Before I continue, I must announce the name of our swell junior-of-the-month. He is Nathan, Nathan, Nathan, oh Nathan Buege (private joke, I guess), but you can just call him Nate or Beegs or whatever.

Nate's roommate, Jon Bartell, says Nate is a swell guy and "has a corny sense of humor like his dad." Bart didn't say anything negative about Nate except that he sometimes has a problem picking things up. Nate admits that he is a "little messy ... But sometimes I can't help it."

What do the girls say about Nate? They think he's a swell guy. They also say he buys nice socks and is a good "love counselor." We'll get back to Nate's connection with love in a moment.

Let's take a look at what he does besides attending DMLC. Nate is a long time soccer and baseball player, but this year he ' s broadening his horizons on the basketball court. He says he tries to keep a good attitude and do whatever he can to help the team win.

Page3 Nate is looking forward to being on Snow Carnival court with his sidekick, Sarah Westphal. He is also looking forward to the college choir tour in March.

This guy can act, too. He was a squirrel in Children's Theatre freshman year. Last year he assumed a very important role as Rumpelstiltskin.

I c~riâ&#x20AC;˘t forget to mention that he's going to rejoin band.

This time he's playing the baritone instead of the trumpet.

(Now he gets to sit next to Jay Schmidt!)

To add more "busy-ness" to his life, Nate is also an R.A. and the president of the L-club.

Whatever spare time Nate may have, he uses it to enjoy various other activities. He plays Atari, cards, and the piano. He also likes to take walks by himself through Flandrau. Because he misses intramurals, he tries to stay involved by refereeing the games. Since Nate loves kids and loves baseball, he umpires little league games during the summer.

His love for kids also prompted him to decide to become a teacher. As he says, "I enjoy working with kids because: after all, I'm nothing but a big kid myself." Nate would prefer teaching fifth or sixth grade, but any grade would be fine - that is, "anything but being called back to DMLC as a music prof." (I'm sure you don't have to worry about that, Nate, since I heard about your attempt to conduct college choir.)

Of all that Nate does, his favorite activities are saying "hi" to people, even those he doesn't know, and helping people, because doing so warms his heart.

Okay, back to Nate's connection with love. He's not "in" IT at the present time, so certain people, like Krista Proeber, are trying to set him up. If you know of any possibilities, you can call him personally at 233-1106.

To sum up Nathan Buege, I guess you could say he is a swell guy. That is why we chose him as the junior-ofthe-month.

Voice of the Bard cont. frrom page 2

presents us with a rare opportunity to witness life objectively, to see the effect of action , to perceive how things are not always as they seem. Without stretching your imagination too far, you will see yourself on stage, and this commonness of character will allow you to understand.

Allow me one final note about the play. It is fun. You will not be handed a blank sheet of paper and a pencil in order to expostulate the theme of life's transience in regard to the character of Sir Andrew Aguecheek. You will not be expected to expound upon the different levels of love throughout the play. You need merely enjoy the humor which Shakespeare provides in abundance. Think of it as the King James' Version of comedy.

Thus thou hast the keys to understanding this comedy.

No one save the fool would miss the opportunity.

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by Jenn Krueger

The 1994-1995 school year has been one of reliving traditions. It's our way of bidding farewell not only to an institution but a heritage. DMLC also has a heritage in my family tree.

My mother concluded four years of study here in (at risk of life and limb I say this) 1968. Because this is the last year of DMLC, I asked her to reflect on what life was like for students here some 25 years ago.

FUN ON CAMPUS: Sometimes movies were shown. Everyone went to the basketball games in winter, but soccer was the big affair. You see, at this particular point in time there was NO football. There was also NO KMart, NO Godfather's and NO fast food restaurants (However did they survive?) Instead of Domino's, everyone ordered from the Red Onion. Going to Mankato was unheard of. No one had TVs or phones in their rooms either. Until 1967 the student union was situated in the basement of the music hall.

THE RULES: One had to be in choir three years and keyboard four years. Students were deprived of a P-2 test. Freshmen boys were required to do the snow shoveling on campus, andâ&#x20AC;˘they especially enjoyed the notorious winter of 1965. In the spring, seniors did not get out of Arbor Day (something you new students will discover this spring).

Every time students left the campus they had to sign out. Girls couldn't leave campus at night alone unless in a car (which few possessed).

Curfew was 11 :00 on weekends.

During the week, students¡ earned points for nights out by the grades they got (apparently it was good to have smart friends). A specific study time was observed weeknights with lights out at 11 :00. Gee, isn't 11 :OO when you're supposed to start your homework?

Here comes the ultimate of horrors. There were NO OPEN DORM HOURS!!!

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Oh, and one more thing, there was a dress code. The code was that if you were female, you wore a dress.

This only applied to class attendance.

CLASSES: Classes were held on Saturdays, but Wednesday afternoons were free. Why? Why not? Of course this made it somewhat of a challenge to escape on weekends, so most folks stayed here. Some classes convened in the basements of the dorms.

FOOD: The cafeteria was in Old Main. Mashed potatoes were the staple diet. Some things never change, eh? No salads or choices of food were offered. You drank milk, coffee or water. If you asked nicely, the cook would whip up a cake on your birthday.

CHAPEL: Evening chapel was separate for men and women.

Women's chapel was held in the dorm basement. Upperclassmen led the pajama-clad worshippers.

HOUSING: Men lived in Summit, freshmen women in Centennial and the rest in Hillview. Contrary to today, the upperclass women lived on the top floors, the object being to escape the housemother.

THE YEAR: The Christmas concert was the night before vacation and finals occurred in January. Yes, this meant homework over break.

The more formal May Night was then June night.

For anyone who is older and may be reading this, I hope you have enjoyed our stroll down memory (Or should I say "Brain"?) lane. For those of you from my generation, you may want to think twice before lamenting about campus life and count your blessings. Let us remember the one thing that has remained consistent throughout the 111 years this college has been in existence. By this I mean the training of young men and women to be teachers of God's Word.

REFLECTIONS IN A WAITING ROOM

by Sarah Swift

Over Christmas break I was forced to visit the doctor's office a few times.

Needless to say I spent a lot of time just sitting in that "hurry-up and wait" world of medical care. That wellknown and well-loathed office where you can spend 3 hours of your life while only actually seeing the doctor for a grand total of 7.5 minutes. With all this time on my hands I became a little philosophical, (I must confess that my thoughts were negatively biased, however, as I was both in pain and impatient). As I sat, I silently marvelled at the complete trust that we place in our human, fallible doctors. Most people would never think of doubting their doctor's diagnosis or refusing his prescribed treatment. We are so willing to place our lives and the lives of those we love into their hands, because of the trust that we have in their expertise.

What an incredible faith! My thoughts turned toward my trust in God. Have I ever trusted His will completely for my life? Haven't I always tried to do things my way, stubbornly trying to achieve the plan I want for my life?

Yet God is the one with the perfect plan! With him there are never any mistakes. I would never tell a doctor that I knew better than he how to treat an illness, so how can I tell the God who created and saved me that I know better than He how my life should turn out? I hope and pray that God will give us all a complete trust in the plan that He has for our lives, because nothing that we can come up with could ever compare!

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January 1995

EFE

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(Oh, Close Enough ... )

by Marni Thon and Kathy Lindner

This article is written to you, our alert and bright-eyed, bushy-tailed fans out there in the heart of beautiful Lancerland. As you remember fondly, our first piece of writing gave you, our readers, our friends, helpful pointers to develop that articulately superior JWA essay. This, our second stroke of genius, will once again pull through in the clutch for you in these end times as you rush about furiously trying to obtain those much sought after EFE points.

According to the official, type-written criteria printed in the pre-registration bulletin, one must obtain twenty-hours of personal early field experience before being permitted to Student Teaching. The areas from which to draw are of a variety of sorts. However, once you figure out what exactly you could have possibly done in category A, how many hours in the next bracket you still need, and C and D, well, you kind of forgot to check to see if there was a back page to the experience log .... The whole ordeal can become, quite frankly, ugly.

You go first for the basics - babysitting, bulletin boards, etc. - then came to a dead stop. Your face begins to flush, your palms are dripping as .your eyes feverishly scan the experience sheet, hoping you merely had "lost track" of a few of your personal activities. It's happened to the best of us. When faced with such a dilemma, I took the 'ale bull by the horns. With eyes closed in fullest concentration, I precariously delved into my being. Entering into my cranial cavity, beyond unidentifiable gray matter (no doubt, untapped intellectual resources) and venturing into the deep crevasses of my brain, I searched for those "special" times of experience.

There I discovered a plethora of child-related activities, just waiting to be creatively assembled and classified on the above mentioned EFE forms.

The following are leading questions that will hopefully inspire you to freely contort even the smallest, most minute encounter with those fitting into the category of "child" or "child-like" persona. Without further ado, we shall proceed with shovels poised and ready for a diggin'.

Under Section A. - College Activities Related to Children.

How many of you have ever passed by a group of youngsters bicycling or rollerblading around the campus and you've said, "Hey, watch out tor the curb."? You've got helpful interaction going on here, and in essence, you are enabling them to better tour the campus. A "kill-twobirds-with-one-stone" kind of deal.

Section B. - Congregational Activities.

Picture this - you walk into church one Sunday and you notice there are quite a few visitors that day. Your particular pew is especially full and there are not enough hymnals for everyone so you must s-h-a-r-e with your neighbor. The key is THINK here.

Section C. - Classroom Activities.

Have you ever walked by a classroom window, pressed your face against it and blown? I'll admit, the act is a bit crude, but with the right wording, the act has potential.

And finally, Section D. - Non-classroom Activities with Children.

You're ¡driving to K-Mart and pass some children playing basketball. You honk, they wave. You think, "What nice boys and girls." Remember, you're desperate, work with it.

Now that you've got some helpful ideas that will hopefully spark your own memory of "special" experiences, your last task will be to collect the needed signatures of approval concerning your work. We are confident that if you've come this far, you'll have no problem with this aspect ...

Good luck!

Make It OR Break It

by Heidi

As we embark on a new year it's tradition to make New Year's resolutions. So this faithful Messenger writer set out to find out what those around me planned on quitting, starting, or changing about themselves in 1995.

Here's what they shared.

- keep in touch with friends' - be young, have fun, drink Pepsi - to be nice - to drink more water - try not to speed (so much!)

- practice organ - to bring a hymnal to chapel everyday - to study - to workout - to be more organized - to do papers ahead of time - to pray more - to grow longer finger nails - to stop procrastinating - to be cheery - to get a life - to try not to be so nosy - to walk - to quit smoking - to take daily vitamin at least every other day - to quit swearing Most of these resolutions were the same old resolutions that people make (and break) year after year.

As for myself I didn't make any resolutions - why make a promise you can't keep! But here is one resolution that I will try to follow - I'll leave the sap out of my articles Have a great New Year1

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January 1995

Lessoned

SNOW QUEEN

There was a brook who thought no pleasanter sound could be found the entire forest round Then her own gushing on and on r e b.

At winter twilight's begu i ling hour the snow queen usurps her majestic power . She scatters the diamonds from off her crown and cradles the earth in her lilac gown. Thus for her bitter and nippy streaks she meekly her subjects' pardon seeks.

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FLIGHT DEFERRED The sun behind the scudding clouds made carousels of light Spinning in the windows so that shadow followed bright across our desks, which clapped the floor and sternly caught my flight.

by Ryan Rosenthal I stood staring up into the sky like a man who has had an instantaneous lobotomy in the midst of a thought.

Slowly my feet shuffled to the side, but my absorbent gaze never left the bright white light that floated in the sky above me. What I was looking at was a dull gray mass of rock that is many times smaller than the earth it orbits.

This mass of rock reflects a minute portion of the light that so brightly shines on the other side of the planet. But what I saw seemed closer to a living being emanating joy at merely being and nothing more. The hazy glow around it made it at once more abstract to my senses and more real to my soul. Just being was enough to make it glad, and its joy infected me from the inside out. The beauty of this image was enhanced when my feet finally came to rest a foot or two from my original position. This mystical being had come to rest within the spire atop Old Main. I could observe it through openings in the center of the spire that were so shaped as to make me think of stained glass windows. Only these "windows" (both as indestructible and as frail as night itself) took on the living quality of the creature that was within making them more beautiful than any stained glass window ever could be.

The whole of the spire was bathed in what my eyes saw as light, but my soul felt as what I can only describe as the tangible music of love. My mind tried to explain what this creature was doing. Was it trapped inside a manmade prison? Was it worshiping in its own private chapel? Or was it mi~hievously trying to make me look silly, standing in the middle of the mall staring at what must seem like nothing? But my heart and soul overrode my mind, I knew what it was doing there; it was simply radiating joy at having been created. It had joy from just being. Then, in a footstep, it was gone and only a large My Mistress' Eyes cont. on page 7

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rock reflecting the sun's light remained. However, I knew !he. "being" would never really be gone as long as I kept its JOY and peace inside me; the joy of simply knowing that I am, and the peace that comes from knowing that I am because God wants me to be. The next time you see the moon hang overhead, stop and remember the line "My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun" and simpl; be glad - you are!

A REDUCED, REUSED, AND RECYCLED MESSAGE

by Bob Buss I was asked to write a column on one particular nasty habit that we've developed on this campus; lack of recycling, and littering in the dormitory hallways. I'm not saying that any of the following will happen, but most often an extreme for-instance is required to address the little problems. So, here it is, even more cynical than my usual self: . The old man sighed and said to the sordid youth, "Son, 1f I could do it all over again, I would have paid more attention to the garbage." He adjusted his thick glasses and awaited the young man'sâ&#x20AC;˘.response. The youth passed off the old man's comment as senility and kept walking. The wise old man continued, "I went to college to make an image for myself. By hanging out with the right people I built myself a facade of total control and coolness. We didn't want to learn a thing." The student scratched his head, seeing nothing wrong with his example, and adjusted the gas mask on his head. "We never thought anything of it in the dorm when we'd throw our beer cans away or even throw our trash in the recycling barrel."

The two of them stepped over a pile of stinking trash and stopped to look at the styrofoam packed landfill below them. The young man thought it was a beautiful sight, a celebration of man's dominance over the natural world. The _old man lamented further, "We never thought of the possible consequences of our throw-away society.

We always accepted the styrofoam plates at campus picnics and in the cafeteria before vacations. We didn't think anything of filling the hallways of our dorm with our trash."

The boy looked at his watch and interrupted the man "It's almost noon, we'd better get in before the sun beat~ down through the hole in the ozone."

"That's what I'm saying! We used to be able to go out between noon and four p.m. Then we had trees not these artificial - air machines!" ' "Trees! How primitive! You know full well that the technological society has no need for such natural

Page 7 garbage! It has no time or place! We are far too advanced and far more efficient than nature could ever be. Man is autonomous in his rule of the earth, and it is not that fragile!" The young man rambled on and didn't take notice of the bubbling sulfur stream catching up from behind him in the gutter. "If you think that man could actually do something to destroy any part of the earth ... " He suddenly leaped out of the way as the ooze sizzled away the back of his plastic boot sole. He steadied himself on the higher ground of the next-level-moving-sidewalk. " ...

And don't start in about farcical creatures that fly like us humans and land in your - trees, only to engagsâ&#x20AC;˘fh such unproductive and futile activities as singing and playing!"

"Oh, that my generation would have paid more attention to the garbage rather than letting it literally pile up under our feet. Your generation can't even fathom or acknowledge what it was that we've lost."

"Acknowledge!?" interjected the young man, "I know how you old folks are, inflating stories all the more as you get older, to the point of them being tall tales and myths."

He conclu~ed with a pompous air, "Do you really expect me to believe that people actually went outside with exposed skin under the sun!?"

"We were told time and again to consider more stewardship. To 'guard what has been entrusted to our care' (1 Tim. 6:20) a little better. We didn't think this was possible. We'd turned our heads away from what was eroding around us so efficiently that we didn't even have to try to look the other way anymore. What we were given we turned into this! To think that what we were throwing _away the whole time would come back to haunt us as the answer to our unanswered questions for the rest of our lives! How can we face our own wasteful selves in the mirror every morning?" The old man held his head in his hands and himself in contempt. He wept and said over and over, "We just didn't think ... " as the young student laughing, walked away through the garbage. '

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SURE SIGNS OF STRESS - You just sweep your dirt to the next flight of stairs to save time during your dorm duty.

- You finish printing your 12-page paper and just leave the printer blinking on empty.

- You just happen to forget your name when checking out library books and ... what do ya know ... someone else gets your fine.

- You peel off parking stickers and watch for those pretty pink tickets to appear.

- You take the phrase "why don't you just cool off!" literally and bask in a snow bank for an hour.

- You engage in a deep conversation with Herman the German.

- You flirt with th~ Domino's man.

- You go to the LMU for lounge entertainment.

- You forget which phone you last used to call your special someone.

- You simply nod and agree when spoken to.

- You walk an extra flight of stairs and back again - ah-um - because you - ah - wanted the exercise - yah!

- You maintain a healthy caffeine diet.

- You fall for a battery-powered raccoon??

- You qualify under the entire indications column when taking aspirin.

the DMLC

Volume 85, Number 6

April 1995

essen Dr. Martin Luther College

r New Ulm, Minnesota

A Laekadaisieal Lancer

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by Carey Muenkel As someone stated, "He's awesome, but everyone always forgets about him." In hopes that he won't be forgotten, we have chosen to feature Jon Tjernagel in this month's issue of The Messenger. This sophomore, a nephew of music professor Gwen Tjernagel, is better known as Terry. He is a five-year math major, who is aspiring to teach math and coach basketball (or baseball or football) in a Minnesota high school. ¡ You may have seen Terry on the football field, the baseball field, or in the gym participating in intramural basketball and volleyball. Of course, you're more likely to find him in his brown vinyl chair. Rumor has it that one Friday night he "sat in his chair for six hours without getting up." In fact, Terry's chair is so important to him that he threw Ben Washburn out of his room and chased him down the stairs when Ben got a little water on the chair. This violent act seems quite unlike Terry who is usually laid back. (His friends say he's lazy.) One rumor says he is so lazy that he won't get out of his chair to talk to his friends next door or across the hall. Instead, he calls them from the phone which sits next to his chair.

Some say that, if he could, Terry would drive a golf cart around campus to get from one building to the next.

You may be thinking that there must be more to this guy than just laziness. Well, as I said, he does play for our football and baseball teams. Terry says he likes baseball because it is a slow paced sport, and he can "take time to enjoy the weather'' while he's playing. He likes playing football because it's "one of those things you do." In his spare time Terry likes to relax and watch basketball on TV . (Guess what he did over Spring Break ... He relaxed and watched basketball at home in Cottage Grove, MN.) Terry also likes to fish and hunt. One of his goals in life is "to live on a secluded lake with Kevin," so they could fish and hunt. Why would he take his roommate, Kevin Hayes? In Terry's own words: "If I ever needed anything done, Kevin could do it."

When I asked what else he does, his friend Shawn Hill inquired of Terry, "Didn't you lift weights once?" Though all his friends say Terry is lazy, they all love him for it and think he's rather "goofy." Perhaps it is his laid back

personality that makes him "awesome." Kevin says he is "easy to get along with." The girls say he's sweet, and he listens to people. Though it seems that he "never goes out of his way for anything," you can be sure that he will at least give you one of his friendly smiles.

AMALGAMATION UPDATE

by Kristin Rutschow As we walk across the campus, it is easy to notice the progress being made on the tink. Most evident is the bricking, especially the artstone around the front door of the link. This is a most impressive site and makes the building look official.

The next phase of construction began March 1st, when the faculty offices moved out of Old Main. The .offices have been temporarily relocated to a variety of places, with Professors Isch, Wessel, and Olson in the basement of Hillview. The Print Shop is now located in the LMU. President Lawrenz, Prof. Stoltz, Dr. Schulz, and their secretaries will remain in Old Main (with temporary heaters) until April 15th. At this point, they hope to move right into the link.

Amalgamation cont. on page 3.

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April 1995

Not exactly two Southern gentlemen.

CHOIR TOUR '95 A RAMBLING DEMONSTRATIO¡

by Bob and Doug 7 a.rn. -20 degrees (wina chill).

"It's six 1hours to L!ibe:Ttyvitle. W-e've ~.Jt a full tank of gas. It's dark uut.

And I have had no sleep in the last 48 hours. Hrt i1." Thus spoke our fearless van driver, Martin Berg.

Thankfully, Mr. Walter Lamers rested well the night before, so only nine lives were in danger. Highlights: Let the frisbee begin - wa1ch out for novices. Copland complete for the first time ever! "Are we really in Illinois? Then why does the pastor have a "Australian accent?"

Michigan. "This church is huge.

Well, at least in relation to last night."

A collective comment. Nate Buege cheesin' for the high schoolers. Let's move to Ohio.

Ohio: cobble-stone streets of the German quarter. Walter defies the laws of cornering. A-maze-ing church. Stained glass. Cup o'Joe in

the cold: "Fancy meeting you here," said half the choir. "I saw the Santa Maria1" said half of the 'half of the choir. Let's get some sleep tonight.

Pennsylvania: "I didn't get any sleep last night. We toured the entire city of Columbus," we said groggily.

The Battle of Harrisburg - Copland v.

Pitch (Dan Vogel's counter(tenor)attack saves the day!) Let's get some sleep tonight.

"Delaware? As in Maryland?" discomBobulated. It's almost warm.

Virginia: Marty Berg and the Great Bush Massacre. "I did it on purpose."

(Likely story.) America started around here. What day is it? It must be Sunday, we went to church.

Virginia Beach: Spanish moss. Six minutes in the sea. Naval base Most saw subs and carriers. Bob saw 150 Volkswagens.

Manasses: How many people stayed with people that work in

Washington? More f risbee and fine food. Speaking of which, I really need some exercise. "You can't make me tour D.C., I'm going to bed early."

Washington D.C.: Lincoln, Jefferson, Kennedy, Vietnam, lwo Jima. "Sir, do you have a permit for this?" 'What?" "Do you realize you're demonstrating on government property?" "All I want to do is sing."

Thanks ¡ Congressman Minge.

"Where are Mr. Abel and Ms. Garriets?" I saw the burial site of Joe Lewis - the best boxer that ever lived!

Largo: Lloyd 0. is 7-0! Happy Birthday! Hey that's Jon Roux. Fancy meal. (Tipper Gore's favorite.)

Pennsylvania: Appalachian Winter. Salvation by snow plow.

Walter earns his lasagna (vegetarian or carnivorous). I'm going to bed early.

Ohio: Again? Is everyone related to Lucas here? How about the echo in the gym? The pastor is Professor Raddatz's son? Bob and Phil are extremely late. Ooop!

Waukesha, WI: "I'm a half hour from home and J have to sit at a mall in Brookfield for two hours." - About half the choir. What a concert. There were more listening than singing!

Happy Birthday Kathy Stelljes!

St. Peter, MN: Oh where, oh where, has half-the-choir gone? Is Matt Rydecki feeling alright after that snowball? After supper, tt1e massExodus begins.

"It's Over!" "I'm Alive!" 'We made it!" - "What?! I have to begin EFE week in twenty-four hours?" ... and we all fell down (into our beds).

Disclaimer: This article has been written in the twentieth century literary genre known as "stream-ofconsciousness writing" to exemplify the scattered mind of a poor college student and fifty-or-so-best friends touring the East Coast while trying to sustain life functions - quite feebly.

This style does not necessarily define the thought processes of the writers. But it could.

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April 1995 Amalgamation cont. from page 1.

All this moving around is necessary because Old Main is receiving new wiring, heating and air conditioning. Next year Old Main will house an art classroom with high, vaulted ceilings, a computer lab, a language lab, and additional classrooms. Offices will also be located there.

Most of the walls will remain where they are, but they still need new drywall and paint.

This is definitely an inconvenience for students and faculty, so everyone is asked to practice patience. Pres.

Lawrenz realizes: "We're really going into the inconvenient stage of the construction now," but with a little extra courtesy, it should all run smoothly.

And it will be worth it once the linK is completed.

Administration, recruitment, financial ai d , and the business office will be found on the first floor. The short passageway inside the link (crossing from Summit to Centennial) will be open 24 hours a day in order for students to have constant access to the ATM located there. The second floor of the link will hold 4 standard size science labs (chemistry, physics, earth science, biology) . According to Professor Boehlke, the fourperson, star pattern tables are new and innovative in science labs.

Another educational advancement on campus is being brought to us by Northwestern's Professor Bode, who has been spending one weekend a month here setting up a computer network that will eventually tie all buildings together. However students shouldn't expect everything to be ready for operation right away in August.

Those first few months of school will certainly be a period of transition.

An interim Student Senate and interim dorm council have been elected to ease the students into the amalgamation of two student bodies.

Interim Student Senate Joshua Stahrr.ann E. John Fredrich Jennifer Krause David Koehler

Presidem Vice President Secretary Treasurer

Interim Dorm Council Michael Schroeder Ryan Hill Jeff Dunn Dan Larson

President Vice President Secretary Treasurer

The interim Student Senate will be in office until the end of the first quarter, while each dorm will form its own council the 3rd week of the year. Each dorm will write its own bylaws.

These interim committees have already begun working. In recent meetings, the dorm council adopted a charter and discussed Open Dorm and other dorm policie_s. Both committees put time and effort into planning the weekend of March 23-26, when Northwestern's freshmen, sophomores, and juniors were

in town. What with job fair, a city tour, entertainment at Turner Hall, tryouts and meetings for organizations and a well-jammed Divers' Concert it was a productive weekend.

Johnny Appleseed

131uear-a,, 13anterby sa,ah Suitjackets and knotted ties incongruously topped four pairs of jeaned legs and broken-in boots. From the belt up they were businessmen, whose starched arms cradled their stringed instruments with the awkwardness of a new father.

But these 4 members of the KRC bluegrass band were far from being musical novices. Soon a bass heartbeat plucked out a rhythm which moved feet into action. Lyrics of protest and love, and songs about life and turkeys and coat-racks went drawling, crooning, leaping into our senses. And the mandolin led a treble chase like fat drops of rain across water.

The result was the kind of music that makes you think of all the things you ever wanted to do in some corner of your imagination - lasso a steer, dance in a swirl of skirts and boots and deep Western dust, fall in love with someone who could sing your babies to sleep with a voice like the twang of a banjo, ride a wild train Uhder a southern moon.

And then the ¡music stopped and the dust settled around our stamping feet and the bluegrass swayed and was still. Except for in that corner of our imaginations which only music awakens.

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Mission Fair SPEAKING THE TRUTJ-1 IN LOVE

by Susan Spevacek A chorus of voices that resound with an assortment of accents rise from the pews of a well-loved church. Seated in the pews are people from many nationalities, gathered together for one purpose - to hear the glorious message of the Gospel. Some are here for the first time, others are here to rejoice again for the Truth that has set them free from the confining bonds of unbelief. No, this is not a world mission congregation. This is a part of our WELS mission work at home.

Our Home Mission's sole purpose is to embrace the lost in America. Mission work is not confined to those who give up hearth and home to spread the news in exotic countries - it starts0 here. At our 1995 Mission Fair, we had the privilege to hear speakers from three different aspects of home missions. The theme they shared was one: You are needed.

Seventy-five percent of those who leave the WELS yearly are between the ages of 18-25. Look around you at church on Sundays. How many young adults do you see? We need to reclaim the lost. For that reason a chapel was started on the UW-Madison campus. This chapel is not only the training grounds for strong lay people, it is a spiritual haven for those who are swimming in.a world full of twisted morals and dark philosophies.

Students step off a plane. The world they just entered is filled with flashy signs, loud voices that speak too quickly to be understood, and pale faces. When they ask a man for help, he acts like he doesn't understand and walks away. America holds trials of its own - it is not home to international students. Yet many international students are educated in the United States. The chapel at UW Madison gives comfort to the lonely with the Word of God. The chapel is home. Many of the foreign students come from countries where Christianity is forbidden.

When they go back to their homelands, they take with them a precious treasure: the Word of God. Many students bring their children to learn about Jesus in Sunday School. Eighty percent of the Sunday School students at the chapel are international. Yes, there is a need.

April 1995 A pasto, is dining with his wife in a small cafe in the Twin Cities. A short, Oriental man passes by outside. The pastor jumps up and follows him to see where he lives.

Soon he visits the man and greets him in his mother tongue. The astonished man invites him in, and a friendship is started in which the Gospel is slowly introduced. Pastor Steele of the Twin Cities works diligently among the Hmong, a people who live nightmares inside their souls of a terrible past. We need to share our peace with them.

Christian love is what it's ali about. It is why we are here. As Pastor Steele told us so fervently, our schooling has qualified us to witness. We have an education built strongly on the Word. We are training for a life of witnessing, yet do we realize our magnificent task? We are needed - for Christ's sake.

''When The lining liets Tough ... "

by Rebecca Staude How do the tough get going? Don't they ever give up?

Yeah - those super-powered, intrinsicly motivated, related-to-the-energizer-bunny people who seem to get everything accomplished, and on time too. How do they manage? Better yet, how does the average Joe Schmoe .deal with the pressures and demands of not only life in general, but with the pressures of extra curriculars, daily assignments, tests, papers, work, and making time for friends, (and the clinche, organ or piano)? What if there just isn't enough time in our meager twenty-four hour day to meet the Lancer Planner challenges. Can we make it?

The answer is simple. With the help of our Lord we sure can! When times become tough and hectic take a step back and look at the whole picture. When we recognize our strengths and weaknesses we can begin to see that we most certainly need help - God's help - to make it through. How easy is it to receive God's help? That's the greatest part. All we have to do is ask. Let me share with you a favorite analogy of mine that illustrates our Lord's readiness to help us. Once a man was walking through heaven with our Lord and he saw two gigantic, golden, beautiful double doors. The man wondered and asked our Lord what very precious things might be stored behind such great doors. The doors immediately opened and the two walked through them. The man saw boxes and boxes of every shape and size lining hundreds of shelves in the enormous room. The man was now puzzled at why all these boxes were in storage and asked our Lord what they contained. Our Lord replied, "All these boxes contain gifts for my children they just never asked for them."

Our Lord is eternally ready and waiting to help us. We simply must remember to ask Him. When the going gets tough there is an answer. In fact, there may even be one less box in that vast storage room behind those gigantic doors when you just ask!

April 1995

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"BELONG''

by Matthew James Moeller Their demanding shouts bombarded me from all angles as I forged through the mass of children. My ears rang with the harsh sounds of children at "play" in the hardened snow of the park . Many could be seen mouthing words , struggling to make their soft voices heard; but there was no room for these soft tones in the air dominated by the shouts of the strong-voiced few. You could sense a raging battle for control and authority in each game they played and in every utterance that was exchanged. Arguments abounded . Words became weapons and brute force took control in the raJi ng battle scene. Many engaged in the game without a hint of happiness, but they continued to follow as if held in check and in their place by - not a fear of the others - but rather a fear of being without them. Security was believed to be found among the masses.

As I gazed upon the scene my eyes captured the sig~t of one child who had abandoned the games. He sat in solitude along the banks of the frozen stream.

Compassion ran through my heart. I feared for this child's solitude, for his loneliness. Questions raged through my head. What wall separated this boy from the crowd? Why hadn't he been shown the "secret handshake" and the rituals of society that are necessary to take a place amongst the crowd? Who had declared his company to be unworthy? Why ... ? I received no answers. I grabbed a deep, slow breath, my mouth cracked open, and I whispered, "Belong." Watching my breath carry the word into the winter air, I softly voiced the word again, "Belong."

Before the sound dissipated into the air, I read the once hidden emotion of the child as expressed in a peculiar smile that showed no fear, no loneliness, no pain, but rather contentment. The engulfing smile sent a wave of heat through my heart.

There was no need for compassion. The child did belong. He belonged in his world and in his space more than any other child in that frozen park. His world was his own castle and he was lord over this realm. A realm where he was free to speak without bounds and was promised to be heard. A realm in which his appearance was deemed beautiful and his talents were declared to be the greatest of gifts. A place where he could endeavor to be what he was and what he inspired to be without the presence of the obstacles that the others would place before him in their games.

Little attention was paid to the boy by the others, and only scoffs were heard when they did notice his play in solitude. As I heard these cutting remarks my compassion turned upon them: the scoffers, the brutes, the followers. They had given up so much of themselves to, according to someone's definition, "belong." They were blind to the serenity before them. The self respect held by the child before their eyes was foreign to them.

How I pitied them all.

Present Arms!

STOP AND MARVEL

by Bob Buss . .

Atop my desk in Hillview sits a rusty old railroad s~1ke.

Most folks don't really know why it's th~re. The spike's rusty shell is caked with m,ud and flakes of muddy rust encircle the area around it. It doesn't work as a paper weight since it has a tendency to leave rust c~lored streaks on paper. Yet that spike holds a lot of meaning for me despite its ugly appearance.

I look at that spike and I consider the meaning of Lent.

I see the hands and feet of my dying Savior on the cross.

I don't picture a romanticized halo of light hovering above his head; only a few flies agonizing that bruised, beate~, and bloody head. I envision those rusty nails tearing ~1s flesh; festering and infecting those same hands which prayed the night before in the Garden of Gethsemane. I think of those hands washing the feet of twelve misunderstanding disciples, one of whom would leave shortly to betray Jesus his Lord. I think of those hands which waved Zaccheus the tax collector down from the sycamore tree. .

But when I think of these events, I consider myself. I consider Jesus calling me, the unworthy sinner, to come to his side. I remember all of the times I've betrayed that same Jesus who became a servant for me, doing much more than washing my feet. I see myself pushing those rusty nails into that writhing body and crucifying the Godman with my sickening sins.

When this consideration is done, it's time to remember that he did all of this for me willingly - despite my rebellion. He knew that those who sang "Hosanna in the Highest!" would shout "Crucify him!" just as I worship one minute and sin the next. He knew that I would do this, yet that "Lamb goes uncomplaining forth" in my place. He became a man for me. "And being found in appearance as a man, he humbled himself and became obedient to death - even death on a cross. " (Philippians 2:8) Stop and Marvel cont. on page 6.

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Stop and Marvel cont. from page 5.

Death on a cross is a disgusting thought. It is often termed the most horrid and inhumane form of execution ever devised by man. More than that, a sinless Jesus died that death and suffered the very depths of a spiritual hell at the same time just to save me. It's enough to make one shrivel up and die from guilt and shame. But through that disgusting deatti, Jesus filled our shriveled and dead corpses with his own life and love. This is ultimate grace and forgiveness. This is the meaning of Lent. Lent is a time to meditate on the magnitude of that sacrifice. As a result of this, we stand in awe and sing with the hymn writer: "My song is love unknown My Savior's love to me Love to the loveless shown that they might lovely be Oh, who am I that for my sake My Lord should take frail flesh and die?" (CW 110) A lot of thoughts come from a little railroad spike. Take time to consider the meaning of Lent.

CAN A POPINJAY WEAR A YASHMAK?

by Jenn Krueger For this month's issue, I decided to give the student body a chance to play Daniel Webster. I approached unsuspecting victims and asked them to rack the creative cells in their brains for definitions of actual words which allude all but the most knowledgeable of scholars. Here's what they came up with.

Question one: "What do you think a YASHMAK is?"

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A nasty rash

MVP for Japan's world series I don't know An Indian canoe God bless you!

Gourmet oriental sushi A shoe Something at a COS party "Ya schmuck!"

A Japanese watermelon Is this like Balderdash or something?

You do and you'll clean it up!

An unorthodox Jewish festival involving dead chickens and fruit bats (???)

14. Anything the cafeteria puts over noodles 15. Something Russian (wrong country) 16. Something Jewish (wrong religion) Uncle Webster says: "Yashmak. Noun. A veil worn by Muslim women that is wrapped around the upper and lower parts of the face."

Question number two: "Can you tell me what a POPINJAY is?"

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The pope's nickname Jason Arras on a trampoline Is that a real word?

Duh! Jason Schmidt and his dad When the cat's got your tongue Something used when you soap You want me to say it in public?!?!

A blue jay that had too much popcorn The new break-dancing action figure of Jason Smitty A jump shot A pop tart that has jelly and yogurt in it A rare bird from South America that only shows its face in New Ulm once a year on Valentine's Day (whoa ... deep thought!)

A pill you take for energy A guy named Jay who pops out of a cake One of those little games where you have a ball on a string and you try to catch it

Uncle Webster says: "Popinjay. Noun. A strutting supercilious person."

I suppose I could now ask people what they think "supercilious" means. Actually, a popinjay is someone who's very conceited. By the way, a couple of people actually knew that one!

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by Ryan Rosenthal "Love, it's exciting and new , climb aboard , were expecting you."

"Tonight on _BC, a love story unparalled for centuries."

"Love shack baby love shack!"

"Love me tender love me true."

'Try new sudsy soap! You'll love it!"

"FTD florists have a new flower arranr1°.,,ent designed to show them just how much you love them

By now I'm sure you've all recovered from another Valentine's Day. The day when we officially recognize that love sells. It sells T.V. shows, it sells songs, but most of all it sells flowers, candy, and cards. Valentine's Day is the day when we are all reminded to tell our friends, family, and significant (or not so significant) others that we love them. We then back up this statement oi our love with some token, large or small, living or dead, of our love. Now you may think, why am I being so down on V.D.? I've got a special someone to get all goofy with, I've got loving friends to appreciate, and I even made extra money in the mail room delivering valentines. Granted these are all true, and yes I even did go out and buy some flowers (FTD 5 Ryan O); but I ask you, what is the state of things when we need Hallmark to remind us to Love for Sale cont. on page

"The triplex is a tripping measure"

Blind Leading the Blind

THE END OF AN ERA LANCER OLYMPJCS 1995

by Heidi Lemke The anticipation and excitement were almost overwhelming. We stretched out, prepared mentally, and psyched ourselves up for the big moment. No, it wasn't Nationals, or the big Homecoming game. It wasn't Opening Night of the play or the Powder Puff Championship game, but the start of Lancer Olympics 1995.

I had to bribe my team to play, but once the games began, their competitive spi~it surfaced. The battle had be§JlJfl. "Sacrifice for ifle -team." "If y0u're not bleeding, you're not trying !hard enough." Winning was the prime concern.

Over the course of four nights we managed to turn our knees into a lovely shade of black, blue, purple, yellow, and green. After the fourlegged race we got better acquainted with the iloor and each other (seeing as we were laying on top of each other still tied together). We broke Tom's belt, skinned up our knees, and bruised .a hand. But the pain was worth it, we took first place on Wednesday. Our effort was rewarded with "really cool sunglasses."

On skit night 'they announced the winners of the competition. The Pheasants received the consolation prize. And the 1995 Lancer Olympic Champi<mship tshirts gG> to ... (it wasn't us) the Yoagie Yahooies.

Well, it's the end of an era. The bruises are rading.

Lancer Olympics are now a thing of the past. The Yoagie Yahooies took the gold. But, that's okay. 'Cause we were "just messin' around."

A few brief news item to report, the Nell sisters made it through without injury. A freshman boy had to leave the games one night due to a leg injury. He took himself out of the games, but has been seen walking around campus, hopefully on the road to recovery.

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SPRINTER HELD HOSTAGE

by Kristin Rutschow The Northwestern Sprinter has held a prominent place on the campus of Northwestern and in the hearts of the students. It was a gift of the NWC club in the early 1900's in connection with the building of the first gym.

Due to the cost of moving the Sprinter, primarily insurance costs, the decision was made by the authorities to leave it in Watertown.

This policy moved Northwestern students to take the Sprinter hostage with the plea to move it to New Ulm. After admonishment, the Sprinter's whereabouts were revealed and it is awaiting a decision about its future.

Insiders are quite sure the Sprinter will find a new home somewhere on the MLC campus .

.EFE? The Inaugural Student Congress weekend opened our eyes to the realities of sharing our college experiences with 200 new men next year, but with great sadness we realized that they won't be able to share our most favorable experience - EFE. Of course they have no need for classroom experiences, so we wracked our brains to find an area in which their experience is lacking.

The same answer came up again and again appropriate female interaction. To break our new brothers in slowly to the demands of attending school with members of the opposite sex, we have compiled the following guidelines which are tentatively awaiting approval. This new Early Female Experience program will give them the valuable skills they need while it will also increase the social calendars of our female students (which are often uncannily empty despite the present coed nature of our campus.)

INSTRUCTIONS: Each student will acquire a minimum of 30 hours of Individual Female Experiences in the following categories prior to graduation.

A. Dates related to movies and theater.

B. Nice dinner dates.

C. Quality conversations / walks.

D. Non-campus athletic events.

Freshmen Sophomore Junior

Five or more dates in at least TWO categories for a total of 1O hours.

Five or more dates in at least THREE categories for a total of 10 hours.

Five or more dates in all FOUR categories for a total of 10 hours.

All dates will be reported on an EFE Evaluation of Conduct Form which will be completed by your date and signed by her parents and Dean Haar.

This list has been brought to you by the S. C. C.A. - the steering committee concerned with social advancement at MLC.

WHEN A HERO COMES ALONG

Love for Sale cont. from page 6.

tell the special people all around us that we love them?

Shouldn't we be able to remind ourselves every once in a while to tell somebody we love them? How bad off are we, when we only celebrate love once a year? Love is such a wonderful thing, I want to celebrate it a lot more than once a year. Love should be more than a yearly ritual set up to get forgetful husbands into trouble. It deserves more than to be reduced to one day where couples get permission to be lovey-dovey. It should be something we can celebrate everyday between friends, family, and others. We can celebrate it by smiling at each other, by hugging our close friends, and telling our really close friends that we love them. We can celebrate it by playing cards together, by watching a movie together, by giving a backrub, or sharing a funny story. ["No I didn't!1 This is how love was meant to be celebrated, by living it, not by trying to buy it! Now I'm not trying to say you should never buy flowers or cards or candy or stuffed animals or whatever it is you buy. I'm saying remember why you are buying them, because you love and/or care deeply for that person - all the time, not because Hallmark and FTD said you should care on February 14th. Do whatever it is you're going to do because you want to, and whatever it is, it will be better than 2 dozen roses bought because you felt you had to. Love should come from the heart, and be expressed through the life.

V.D. is long over, but that is no reason to forget about love.

(All you special people in my life, I LOVE YOU, and I think you know who you are.)

the DMLC

Volume 85, Number 7

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May 1995

r New Ulm, Minnesota

Dr. Martin Luther College

- Memorials On our special day the graduating class of 1995 would like to remember those who have departed from us to our Heavenly Father. Even though they are no longer with us, we keep special memories of them in our hearts.

Erika Scharf Arthur Supernaw Richard Thiesfeldt Ronald Zank Arthur Supernaw

SEIZE THE DAY

by Sarah Swift Arbor Day. The two most welcome words in the dialect of DMLC. The forecast for Tuesday was grim, but by 10:00 Monday night the entire campus was convinced that the

following morning would bring the signal of the chosen day. How does everyone always know? It's just one of those great mysteries.

We were all right, of course, and Tuesday accommodated us by

Richard Thiesfeldt

growing into a glorious day. As seven friends and I spent the afternoon hiking and wading, we realized that the spirit of Arbor Day makes everything a little more fun and memorable. Each of us could remember just what we'd done on past Arbor Days - all the way back to high school.

But this was the last Arbor Day! And this is the last Messenger to be published. For many this is also the last week of college. All of this as the fi nal year of DMLC comes to a close.

Thousands of people hold the ir college years here as some of their fondest memories. These memories vary greatly among the generations of teachers who've been trained at College Heights. Some remember an all male student body, chapel at 6:20 a.m., and rooms lit with candles.

Later graduates remember the first football team, homecoming parades through town, ice-sculptures for SEIZE cont. on ¡page 8

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THE LINK/ ACADEMIC CENTER

The link is close to completion and is already abuzz with activity. President Olsen's office has been located here since February. The business office and financial aid office moved into their new accommodations during Easter vacation. On May 1st, the administration of DMLC relocated to the link. This move was a month earlier than originally expected. The schedule was moved ahead to assure that all faculty members of MLC will be moved into their offices in time to prepare for school next fall. Godwilling, the link will be finished by May 15 as planned.

Progress is also being made in the Academic Center.

All science classes finished their lab work by Easter this year, so workers could begin to convert those rooms to regular classrooms. The new science labs will be on the second floor of the link and according to reports, the science faculty is ecstatic over their new labs.

OLD MAIN Old Main is receiving up-to-date wiring, plumbing, heating, air conditioning, and a sprinkler system. Then work will begin on the remodeling of the building which will house an art classroom, a language lab, a computer lab, two regular classrooms, plus a score of faculty offices. A remodeled print shop will again be located in the basement. Work is scheduled to be completed in Old Main by August 1.

CENTENNIAL Centennial is also getting a new look. The built-in desk counters in the dorm rooms have been replaced, the internal woodwork is being refinished, and the asbestos tile has been removed. Also, new doors have been installed, the walls repainted, and the rooms will be carpeted. Carpeting is more cost-effective than redoing the tile. Centennial will also have an updated electrical service, eliminating blackouts. After all these changes in Centennial, "it will be a much more livable place", says President Lawrenz.

HIGHLAND MANOR Work in Highland Manor is ready to begin as soon as the current occupants have moved in to their new location. At least thirty MLC students have been hired for a variety of jobs - some a carry-over from previous years, some new - to get places like Highland Manor ready in time for school in August.

CAMPUS As soon as school is out, the big heating boiler system will be disconnected and then reconnected. Pipes will be going under the building rather than underground as they do now. This will allow for easier maintenance.

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campus from May 2oth to July 4th. This is why there will be just one session of summer school this year (July 10 July 28).

Beginning July 1st, the official address of Martin Luther College will be 1995 Luther Court. Luther Court will be the front entrance of the school. The old front entrance has already been dozed. That road will eventually lead behind the library to parking lots there.

All internal roads on campus will be removed. There will be four entrances to campus: Luther Court, Center Court, Highland Court, and Gridiron Court. New parking lots near Highland and Hillview, plus an enlargement of the lot between the baseball field and tennis courts are on schedule for summer construction to accommodate students, faculty, and visitors. fhe campus will certainly have a new look. The flagpoles will be relocated to the circular plaza inside the parking area between Summit and The Link. A Martin Luther Statue will be between what is currently Centennial and Old Main. This statue is a gift of Northwestern College. The Sprinter, an enduring symbol of Northwestern College, will find its new resting place in front of the LMU (the entrance facing Hillview).

The Northwestern College Seal will be permanently mounted on a wall in the LMU, along with the DMLC Seal which is currently beneath the flagpoles. The tiled Lancer in the LMU will be covered and replaced with the Knight logo of MLC. ADDITIONAL NOTES A gift of $125,000 was given to MLC by a member of the WELS. This amount has been matched by Lutheran Brotherhood to total just under a quarter of a million dollars which is being used to make the library system electronic, provide a computer network for the college, a communication system in the dorms, and a new sound system in the gym. This last item has been installed and will be enjoyed by all at DMLC this spring, particularly at the Commencement Concert, Graduation, and the Call Service.

The NWC faculty will be moving in June. By the first week of August, the entire faculty will be on hand to hold meetings for MLC's first year.

President Olsen will be installed at the Synod Convention this summer. The MLC faculty will be installed on Opening day, August 27.

With all this excitement awaiting the beginning of MLC's first year, the final year of DMLC has not been neglected. The seniors have not been forgotten. A special graduation service has been planned. Professor Shilling has written a concertato, to which President Lawrenz penned words. The seniors have written their class hymn for their 10:00 graduation on May 20th. President UPDATE cont. on page 5

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& Dave production was a great way to end Children's Theatre thus far at DMLC! Thanks for letting me have the fantastic opportunity to be a part of it all - I loved it and will forever cherish such a great memory!

Most Sincerely, "The Dragon," Rebecca Staude

MYSONG

'Dear Cast Of 'Wfio Can :Fi~ 'The 'Dragon's 'Wagon," After eagerly anticipating the seven performances that were to be presented on Thursday the 27th and Friday tha 28th of April, I couldn't help but turn green with delight when the performances began. I have had those dates marked on my calendar since February. I just could not wait for the time to arrive so I could get all dressed up and go out to see the show. My intent was to watch every single one of the performances and not only be a loyal fan of the play, but also to enjoy the company and support of over 6,000 children that came to see you all as well.

However, my transportation was not as reliable as I had hoped and I did not know who to ask for help on such short notice, so I was delayed. Never fear, I thought of many different ways to get there.

Once I finally arrived I didn't want to make a big scene or take up a seat so I watched the performance from afar. Despite my limited view of the show, I managed to take in the fantastic scenery, the 'royally' clad cast, and the great one-liners. Right from the start when Mallory and Thompson went running through the aisles I felt alive inside. I thought, "Yea, I would love to do that!" It was fun to join in the screaming with the kids and be a part of the action. I must admit I could not join in on the fun intermission activities. When you

get decked out like me, you can't move around quite like you used to; and, to be honest, it might have done me in. Heat exhaustion is no laughing matter and I didn't want the finale to drag on.

Yes sir, the finale did arrive and I could not help but sing I was so happy. Since it is not every day that one gets to feel the exhilaration of being surrounded by all those happy fans, I most certainly did stay for every single performance. Each time the lines got more and more funny and the actors just shined. The Drew

Feeling Blithe and giddy I sang out to the wind a sheer sunshine melody that bubbled up within.

My song she gladly took scattering all around bright staccato dandelions on earth's once barren ground.

When Things Are Not How We Want Them

by Carey Muenkel Many of us have become upset about certain issues which concern the upcoming amalgamation. Many of us are disturbed about the smoking lounges we may have in our dorms next year. Many of us are confused about the issue of women teaching male students. ~Jumerous disagreements plague every part of our lives. We find comfort in Proverbs 19:21 which reads, "Many are the plans in a man's heart, but it is the Lord's purpose that prevails."

Whatever the situation may be, God is always with us. "And we know that in all things God works fm the good of those who love him, who have been called according tc his purpose" (Romans 8:28).

Let us remember to ask God for help when we make decisions. If faulty decisions are made, God will forgive us and will help all matters work out for our good.

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The Burning Issue

by Jenn Krueger As most of you already know, it has been decided that smoking rooms will be established in the dormitories of the MLC campus next fall.

According to my sources, smoking will be permitted in designated areas only. These designated areas include one room in each dorm, with Hillview and Highland sharing a room on the first floor of Highland Hall. These areas do not include the steps of Summit Hall or the great outdoors. All of this will cost a substantial sum.

As most of you also know, many people are a bit perturbed about this entire ordeal. Approximately 240 people signed a petition against the smoking rooms. This amounts to about half of the student body. Another 40 people submitted written comments.

Why are all these people upset? The main reason is secondhand smoke. There is no debate anymore as to whether smoking is hazardous to one's health. Some people even consider it a form of suicide. Although the same could be said for overeating, consuming fatty foods and spending too much time in the sun, such things do not endanger the health of others as does smoking.

Nonsmokers are more susceptible to heart damage from secondhand smoke than smokers are because their bodies haven't built up defenses against the smoke. Dr. Stanton A. Glantz is a professor of medicine at the University of California. He states, "The cardiovascular system adapts to insults .... When you take a non-smoker who doesn't have all this garbage in their body and you put a little bit of it in, you get a big effect .... If you're a passive smoker your risk of heart disease goes up about 30 percent."

Nonsmokers are affected in numerous other ways.

Some people are allergic to smoke. Some people are just plain annoyed with the smell. The writer of this article recalls returning from more than one school dance smelling like smoke. Everything had to go into the washing machine.

Other questionable points include: 1.

Who pays for the added cost of the smoking rooms?

2.

How will the new smoke detectors next year be able to operate under these circumstances?

3.

Who will clean these rooms?

4.

How much smoke will flow into the halls?

5.

If the smokers are incapable of throwing their cigarette butts into the buckets provided outside, how responsible will they be indoors?

6.

In light of the above statement, do these rooms pose a potential fire hazard?

Personally, I am disappointed that our school has taken a step backwards in accommodating smoking when the majority of institutions in this country are trying to abolish it. I have seen student housing burn to the ground at a university in my home town as the result of careless smoking. Instead of spending money for smoking rooms, perhaps we could use it to help people kick the habit.

If you have comments on this issue contact Heath Dobberpuhl or James Hahm.

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Charles Dickens. "So throughout life our wo::, weaknesses and meannesses are usually committed for the sake of the people whom we ~ s t despise." Great Expectations.

MY OWN PRIVATE VICTORY

by Jenn Krueger "There are some defeats more triumphant than victories." - Montaigne

I did my very best.

I gave it my all.

I drained every ounce from my being to do what had to be done.

I prayed to God and asked for strength.

I prayed for His strong arm to guide me and His back to carry me.

I fought a valiant fight.

Yet I did not achieve my goal.

Sometimes it makes me feel like caving in and shedding storms of tears.

This is when I stop and remind myself that I'm only a human being.

There are some obstacles which are impossible to overcome despite what poets and dreamers say.

A will doesn't always mean a way, nor does trying always lead to success.

But you should try.

Do use every gift, every muscle, every cell in your brain.

"Pray continually."

And if your best just isn't good enough, and you fall short of your goal, keep in mind that you really didn't fail.

No one who makes an honest effort ever fails.

You have won your own private victory.

Deep down inside you have a silent triumph.

You are strong.

You are not a quitter.

So dry your tears and know that God has a reason for everything, for every rousing success and every crushing defeat.

All things will work out for the good of those who love God.

May 1995

~be ~Ilegorp

by Matt Moeller

I see the moon and the moon sees me.

The moon looks down on what I long to be.

There's grace in the heart, grace in the hall.

The grace of God is over us all.

- An old Appalachian folksong

Everything that is and ever will be is the allegory.

All that I am and ever will be is the allegory.

- Murray Attaway, ''Allegory" allegory - a narrative in which abstract ideas are personified; a description to convey a different meaning from that which is expressed; a continued metaphor.

The words above, which I found emotionally expressed in the tones of a song, thrust themselves into my mind and soul as they echoed in my head. The writer describes his words as a summary of, and expansion on, the relation of humanity to the imponderable.

The "imponderable" will include a great many things to different people, but the opening words of the song, which consist of the Appalachian folksong above, lead me to believe that the author held an idea of all of which the "impond erable" truly consists. The imponderable lies ultimately in all of life. Imponderable because the control of it all lies with an almighty God whose wisdom man will never comprehend. Throughout time man has "pondered" it all, but the efforts of yesterday and those of today are futile. God and His work are imponderable.

Upon this understanding, the word "all egory" as it has been used by Murray Attaway begins to relate an amazing truth. The concept of God remains abstract to many, but those to whom the Holy Spirit has come no

Page 5 longer see Him as being abstract because He has become so re¡a1 to their lives, in their heart and mind, and especially to their soul. The abstractness of faith in, and love for, the Lord can also be seen as an allegory; The allegory.

The allegory of God is found in the workings of His creation and His preservation of it all. Every flight of a cardinal, budding of a rose, leap of ' the red squirrel, and the mere presence of a mighty mountain standing before its viewer present c!.nd relate the abstract God who is the origin and controller of it all. As the author repeatedly states, "Even the wind in the trees is the allegory."

It is found in the trees which thrust their branches upward to heaven; the newborn fawn testifies to the beauty which God has created in His world, and the mighty thunderstorm expresses His omnipotence. God is found in it all.

The allegory of God is also found in the thoughts, words, and actions of His children as they walk this earth.

The influence of God inspires His children to willfully and joyfully endure trials and persecution in His name, inspires them to deny themselves and their sinful nature, and possesses them with a joy in life that those who have not felt His influence fail to understand. The allegory of the faith of the children of

God is found as the power of the abstract God engulfs and covers their every thought, utterance, and movement.

"All that I am and ever will be is the allegory." The child of God chooses their path through life knowing that their entire life expresses the influence and power that God has taken over their mind, body, and soul. Their life stands as a reference to the untouchable and unseen God whom they know as a God of grace, their creator and preserver.

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Lawrenz will preach for graduation.

At 1 :00, all seniors will meet with the DMLC president to learn who will be receiving calls at this time and which graduates will need to wait for the second call day in July. Dean Woldt will preach for the Call Service at 2:00 p.m.

That day there will also be a display of stories and pictures by WELS grade school kids about campus. The students' work will say thanks to Dr. Martin Luther College for training teachers for 111 years.

Farewell from the Messenger Staff

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THE 10 BEST THINGS ABOUT THE AMALGAMATION

NOT SO GREAT COMPLIMENTS a compilation by Heidi

1.

Great new pick-up lines - "Hey baby, what's your tract?"

- If I was walking past you on the street, I wouldn't spit on you.

2.

An all new dining decor.

- If you married my brother I wouldn't hate you.

3.

The comprehensive language program that even incorporates a dead language.

- Your teeth are pretty clean.

4.

Men: no longer on the endangered species list.

5.

Women: relieved from the stress associated with leadership.

6.

No more student surveys.

7.

Professional soap fillers, a proud army of well paid students.

- I like the way your shirt matches your earwax.

- You've got a great personality.

- I couldn't find any better company.

- I liked what you were wearing before.

- Oh, you got a haircut.

- You'd make a cute guy.

8.

Barley pop vending machines on every floor.

- You'll have no problem bearing kids.

9.

Hermann and the Sprinter - who could ask for more.

- If you were a gorilla, you'd be skinny.

A new school mascot, the CAMEL.

- I liked your hair before you cut it.

10.

- You stink sooo good.

- You're bad (submitted by Tutor Bode)

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SHOULD GIRLS ASK GUYS OUT? INQUIRING MINDS WANT TO KNOW.

by Heidi Your friends have been telling you for weeks "Just ask him!" But something has been holding you back. Well no more! We interviewed some guys and this is how they answered the question "Should girls ask guys out?"

The overwhelming answer to our question was "YES"!

Even Tutor Bode gave the idea a thumbs up.

Why? "It's easier."

We did have a few "No's." When we asked why, they said:

"I'm an old fashioned guy."

"I'd feel intimidated."

"Not if they don't know each other at all."

We then asked the guys: "Why don't guys ask girls out?" Here's their excuses: "You don't know if they are already seeing someone."

"I'm too lazy."

"I'm too shy."

"I'm intimidated." (By what? We don't bite!)

"No desire."

"You'll get picked on by your friends." (Sounds like you need new friends.)

"No time. Did I say no time?"

But the number one excuse was fear of rejection.

Come on guys; where's your sense of adventure?

Girls before you give up hope; here's what the guys had to say about "How can a girl tell if you like her?"

"He will wait around for you."

"He will say more than hi."

"He'll drool."

"He'll memorize your schedule."

"He will ignore you." (That will get you far.)

"He'll tell a mutual friend."

"He'll flirt with you."

"He'll pick on you."

"He will go out of his way to see you."

If you are trying to get his attention by wearing lots of makeup, don't bother! The guys said this about makeup: "It's great if you know how to use it."

"A little is nice, too much is repulsive."

"Don't like it."

"It can be done tastefully, prefer none."

"Don't overdo it."

Girls, if you like to wear lipstick, a lot of the guys said "Go ahead but make sure it's not too bright or too much."

Guys, if you are waiting for the girl to make the first

Page 7 move, you might be waiting awhile. This is why some of the girls haven't been calling: "I've never seen a relationship work when the girl asked the guy out."

"Won't the guy feel intimidated?"

"Won't he think I'm pushy?"

"It's the male/ female thing."

And once again the number one answer: "Fear of rejection."

(Girls, don't you have a sense of adventure either?)

Well kids, if you want to ask him / her out but aren't sure how, here are some pickup lines you can try. (Sorry they don't come with any guarantees.)

"I own my own set of encyclopedias!"

"Is your father in jail? He should be for stealing the stars out of the sky and putting them in your eyes."

"I'm going to a movie. Do you want to come along?"

If we've given you enough courage to ask him / her out, GREAT! But remember, if things don't work out between you, and you still want to be friends, don't just say "I still want to be friends" really be a friend! Thanks to all the guys who enlightened us with their knowledge.

Special thanks to Al, Brent and Chad: on you I bestow the title of "Honorary Lancers of the Month."

r---------------------------------------------, C.S. Lewis. 'We demand windows. Literature ... is a series of windows, even of doors. One of the things we feel after reading a great work is "I have got out'' .... The primary impulse of each is to maintain and aggrandise himself. The secondary impulse is to go out of the self, to correct its provincialism ....

Obviously this process can be described either as an enlargement or as a temporary annihilation of the self .... This man who is contented to be only himself ... is in prison. My own eyes are not enough for me, I will see through those of others." "The first demand any work of art makes upon us is surrender. Look. Listen.

Receive. Get yourself out of the way." Quoted by Leland Ryken in his Windows to the World from Lewis's An Experiment in Criticism.

Robert Frost. Literature and poetry "begins in delight ... and ends in wisdom ... it begins in delight ... and ends in a clarification of life." Quoted from Leland Ryken's Windows to the World.

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Arbor Day 1913

WASTED WISH

by Matt Moeller The hated cry of the merciless clock brings a rude awakening from visions of sugar plums dancing ... no stop - who dreams of sugar plums anyway? I'll let you decide what you're dreaming of. Flinging your half-paralyzed self over, you give the clock a wicked smack tor dragging you from your dreamscape. Your eyelids hesitatingly crack open , fearing the terror the light will bring uoon them. Endless complaints and pitiful whines race through the portion of your brain that has been struck into action. Dragging your body out of bed you turn to see your beloved pillow beckoning you back.

You love your bed don't you!

Moseying to the showers, you glance up from the tiles only to see dozens of other brothers or sisters (hopefully not both) fighting the same fight along with you. But this morning they have fought harder and faster than you. The long delay forces a rush of the beautification process and a jc:1unt over to the prison of your time and energy. The bars slam shut.

With toothpicks bracing your eyelids, your pupils focus on the hands which number the ticks until

your freedom . In the moment between ticks a sickening look comes over your face. You detest being here. You ponder all the locations and situations in which you would rather find yourself.

Its all so tragic. Thoughts such as these plague my mind, and the expressions and utterances of others reveal that I certainly do not stand alone. I say 'plague' tor a reason.

Consider how much time is wasted wishing for its acceleration or termination so that you can reach the parts of your life which you actually enjoy living.

Don't wish your life away, my brothers and sisters. These words serve as a needed reminder when thoughts of such a distressing nature plague my often polluted mind. Each day is ours as given to us by our Lord. Granted as time, every moment of it, to continue in our work to fulfill the sole purpose of our existence, to serve Him faithfully and continually.

Grab on to each moment, hold it and treasure it. It cannot be returned or repeated. The moment is here for you now. Rise each morning waiting to seize the time which you have been granted. Today is the greatest day you have ever known, whatever day it is. Know it and live it.

Winter Carnival, and construction; new dorms, the new library, the L.M.U., and the "New Link." And everyone remembers the fellowship and the friendships.

Just nostalgic memories? No. DMLC has given each graduate a legacy to carry on, the training and commitment to teach God's Word to His little lambs. Though our school has changed , its mission has remained the same, and we know that this wi!I hold true as we undergo the biggest change yet.

As we contemplate the end of the year and the end of an era, we should be encouraged to truly appreciate what we have now. These college years will soon be memories for us, too. In the words of a former Messenger writer, "The joys, the ambitions, the hopes and the endeavors made during the period of study, combine â&#x20AC;˘o make up one of the happiest periods of our lives, we are mid. We realize this to some extent and are thankful for it. May we more fully realize this, and make the most of our time here accordingly."

(H.S. 1914)

C.S. Lewis. "Every book should be entertaining. A good book will be more, it must not be less." Quoted from Leland Ryken's Windows to the World. p. 67.

Pascal. "All the unhappiness of men arises from one single fact, that they cannot stay quietly in their own chamber." Quoted from Leland Ryken's Windows to the World. p. 70.

C.S. Lewis. "Literature is one of the great humanizing agencies in culture." Quoted by Leland Ryken in his book Windows to the World, p. 128. It was quoted from Lewis's "An Experiment in Criticism.

Leland Ryken. "Good reading is not a spectator sport. p. 114 of Windows to the World.

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ACQUAINTED!

by Ryan Rosenthal Robert Frost once wrote "I am one acquainted with the night." The other night I began to wonder how many people these days can make that same claim. You're probably thinking that you are well acquainted with the night (and the early morning) every time you have a test or paper due.

That's not what I mean. I'm talking about being outside late at night, when everything is as still and quiet as if you are the only person awake, or even alive. I'm talking about the feeling that all of nature is reaching out to give you a long slow hug that lasts until dawn. Feeling the intense closeness of something that is huge beyond our imaginations. Feeling that time is moving deeper into the night, like a deep sea diver in the deep deep parts of the ocean, instead of time moving night along. I mean digesting night and letting it wholly consume you. This is not easy to do, especially in this day and age of light. Take a walk around campus some night, and all you will see are the harshly artificial orange glow of lights. We fear the night and what may come with it so we beat it off and form a protective dome of light around ourselves. Because of sin, night has become something associated with fear, instead of the peaceful serenity it is meant to be and can be. We try to banish it, but we cannot. The night hangs on in secret hidden places. The night continues to resist us. It continues to give us moonlight showers. It continues to offer us refuges from the day, refuges where we can see the stars twinkling at us like angels' eyes. It still offers us calm winter woods where you can actually hear the snow falling, whispering the secrets of the heavens to those who care to listen. It is only in these refuges of the night that you can look to the heavens and see God wink and smile and say good night. The Lord made day and night and we are all acquainted with the day, but are you one acquainted with the night?

It's never to late to learn.

ATTN: Readers Bob is on sabbatical this month. For this reason hil5 roommate, Collin, who has known Bob for seven years and ¡has had first-hand experience with his rantings and ravings (and has thus far been able to suppress the urge to pummel him), shall assume his Messenger duties. And now, for all of you out there with inquiring minds, it's ...

BOB: THE PARTIALLY AUTHORIZED BIOGRAPHY

by Collin It was during our sophomore year at WLHS that I first met Bob. Now, I must admit that my first impression of him was something like this: "Oh, great ... I'm sitting next to a skater punk." Yes, Bob was - and is - a unique character, to say the least. But, as many of you know, we can eventually adjust to this oddball - and hey, we may even learn to like him. I did.

Bob and I sat next to each other in sophomore biology class at WLHS, but the majority of our work in that class was not relevant to biology. While I composed short stories about revenge on my geometry teacher, Bob composed a series of fantastic descriptions of life in Milwaukee, which we later dubbed 'The Chronicles of Browntown." Frankly, I can't remember much about the content of these stories except that one of the main characters was a walking, talking 25-foot-tall banana. (This gives you a bit of an insight into Bob's psyche.)

We did have a great time in sophomore biology, but after that, Bob and I didn't "hang out" very often. During senior year, however, we became close friends. My high-school memories of Bob include frying chunks of Spam with a Bic lighter, bowling in the busy math hall with a Fisher-Price bowling set before school every day, his unorthodox drum solos (he loved to poke fun at heavymetal drummers), reciting Monty Python excerpts, racing in the hallways with a wheelchair stolen from the Milwaukee County Medical Complex, trudging through the Milwaukee sewer system wearing combat boots and chewing on a cigar while searching for a car (don't ask), etc., etc. Yes, high-school with Bob was a bizarre experience.

After high school, I didn't see Bob too often; however, when I did see him, he was as odd as ever - especially when he was a passenger in my car.

Remember the Bic lighter he used to fry Spam? Well, he used that same lighter to toast marshmallows in the back seat of my car. He also enjoyed pulling the spare tire out of the back and passing it around - while I was driving. Bob made driving an entertaining - if not slightly hazardous - activity.

Then last August I came to DMLC, and so began the most epic chapter of my acquaintance with Bob. During the past nine months of living with him, I have become a Frank Zappa fan, I've been introduced to - and roomed with Martin G. Berg (which is an epic tale in itself), and I finally found out where the now-familiar "OOOOOP!!" expression originated. I also had the privilege of witnessing what may have been Bob's finest moment this year: he managed to wipe out on the Nordic Track in Hillview's basement. And Bob has just related to me the story of how he narrowly escaped serious injury at a concert at the Seminary in Mequon when he tried putting on a choir robe while in a crowded room and accidentally stepped on another Nordic Track. So, if you ever see Bob near a Nordic Track, please make sure that professional medical assistance is readily available if the need arises.

I could go on forever about the man we call Bob, but this biography is gett1J"1g rather long. So how can we sum it all up? In the words of one of Bob's coworkers from a recent summer job, "Brother got soul."

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