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Laicus Or the Experiences of a Layman in a Country Parish

Chapter 5 Our Church Finances

Word Count: 2010    |    Released on: 18/11/2017

my library table. I rarely receive letters at Wheathedge; nearly all my correspondence c

THEDGE,

Calvary Presbyterian Church will be held on Thursday evening, at 8 P. M.,

rs, Resp

ATON, "Ch'n. B

rplexity, I handed the note to my wife. She read it with care. "Well," said she, "I am glad the people are waking up at last." "What does it mean?" said I. "It means money," said she. "Or rather it means the want of money. Mrs. Work told

en the Church and the Society. Mr. Wheaton is an officer, not of the church

" said Jennie; "but it makes me indignant

retty strong word

t finally make up the other $300 till he threatens to resign; if that is not defrauding, I don't know what is. If Mr. Wh

niwasset branch railroad, and a leading director of the Koniwasset coal mines, and a large operator in stocks, and lives in one of the finest houses in Wheathedge, and k

u'll go, John

"I don't want to get mixed up with our ch

better condition, John," said she, "unless s

late. The male members of the Calvary Presbyterian Congregation were already assembled in Mr. James Wheaton's library when I arrived. I was a little surprised to see how few male members we had. To look r

rd work to get along, financially. Its income is not at all equal to its expenditures. The consequence is we generally stand on the debtor side of the ledger. As probably you kno

on, and that gentleman, a bald-headed, weak-face man

resident, "have directed me to call this

resident, "if divided among us all. But, in some way, gentlemen, it must be raised. It won't do for us

ident thought not. He believed there was a small floating debt beside. "And to whom," said I, "Mr. Treasurer, is this

very serious burden to a church. Nominally it is due to him, but really it is distributed around among the members of the church. Part is due to the grocer, part to the tailor, part to the butcher, pa

parson did need the money, "how much is the p

nd dollars. Yes," continued he, thoughtfully, somewhat affectionately

nister did not have a fixed salary, when Deacon Goodsole br

made the parson a present of carpets for his parlors; the year before we gave him a donation party; almost every year, Deacon Goodsole sends him a barrel of flour from his store; in one way or another he gets a good many similar little presents. I alwa

ter, but more known for the virtue of economy than for any other. He lives in three rooms over h

profit he made in selling Koniwasset coal to the Newtown railroad a

nday, through that furious storm, was gone nearly all day, paid six dollars for his horse and buggy, and received five

the parson's mercantile ven

fancied, "let us get back to business. How shall we raise t

pay our debts, we must find out how much they are.

sident, but getting no response, found his

f last quart

asurer

ttle due on last year,

nty-five dollars,"

necessary not to be behind their neighbors, and so we have completely upholstered our church anew, at a cost of five hundred dollars." ("And made the parson pay the b

toward paying off this debt. But I will not pay a cent unl

and unexpected reinforcement. The Deacon told me afterwards, that Mr

he mortgage four thousand five hundred, raise the difference am

s than half an hour. The Treasurer looked at the President. The President looked at the Treasurer. The male members of the congregation loo

and the church, above all institutions, ought to remember the divine injunction of our blessed Master (the President is not very familiar with Scripture, and may be excused the blunder): 'Owe n

ld please Jennie. I wait with some curiosity to see what will become of a church whose expenditures are regularly a quarter more than its income. Meanwhile, I wonder whether the personal presents which friends make for affection's sake to their pastor ought to be inc

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Laicus Or the Experiences of a Layman in a Country Parish
Laicus Or the Experiences of a Layman in a Country Parish
“This book was not made; it has grown. When three years ago I left the pulpit to engage in literary work and took my seat among the laity in the pews, I found that many ecclesiastical and religious subjects presented a different aspect from that which they had presented when I saw them from the pulpit. I commenced in the CHRISTIAN UNION, in a series of "Letters from a Layman," to discuss from my new point of view some questions which are generally discussed from the clerical point of view alone. The letters were kindly received by the public. To some of the characters introduced I became personally attached. And the series of letters, commenced with the expectation that they might last through six or eight weeks, extended over a period of more than a year and a half--might perhaps have extended to the present it other duties had not usurped my time and thoughts. This was the beginning. But after a time thoughts and characters which presented themselves in isolated forms, and so were photographed for the columns of the newspaper, began to gather in groups. The single threads that had been spun for the weekly issue, wove themselves together in my imagination into the pattern of a simple story, true as to every substantial fact, yet fictitious in all its dress and form. And so out of Letters of Layman grew, I myself hardly know how, this simple story of a layman's life in a country parish.”
1 Preface2 Chapter 1 How I Happened To Go To Wheathedge3 Chapter 2 More Diplomacy4 Chapter 3 We Join The Church5 Chapter 4 The Real Presence6 Chapter 5 Our Church Finances7 Chapter 6 Am 1 A Drone8 Chapter 7 The Field Is The World9 Chapter 8 Mr. Gear10 Chapter 9 I Get My First Bible Scholar11 Chapter 10 The Deacon's Second Service12 Chapter 11 Our Pastor Resigns13 Chapter 12 The Committee On Supply Hold An Informal Meeting14 Chapter 13 Maurice Mapleson Declines To Submit To A Competiti15 Chapter 14 The Supply Committee Hold Their First Formal Meeti16 Chapter 15 Our Christmas At Wheathedge17 Chapter 16 Mr. Gear Again18 Chapter 17 Wanted--A Pastor19 Chapter 18 Our Prayer-Meeting20 Chapter 19 We Are Jilted21 Chapter 20 We Propose22 Chapter 21 Ministerial Salaries23 Chapter 22 Ecclesiastical Financiering24 Chapter 23 Our Donation Party--By Jane Laicus25 Chapter 24 Maurice Mapleson26 Chapter 25 Our Church-Garden27 Chapter 26 Our Temperance Prayer-Meeting28 Chapter 27 Father Hyatt's Story29 Chapter 28 Our Village Library30 Chapter 29 Maurice Mapleson Tries An Experiment31 Chapter 30 Mr. Hardcap's Family Prayers32 Chapter 31 In Darkness33 Chapter 32 God Said, Let There Be Light 34 Chapter 33 A Retrospect