CAFT. WALTER F. HENRY
Commanding Officer
CDR. WESLEY E. SKILL
Executive Officer
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WHY DID THIS' HAVE TO HAPPEN. TO ME?
Well, why not? Are we fate1 s favor
ites, out of all mankind? If anyone
ever had reason to expect to be let
off from suffering, it was Jesus,
Surely He had done noihing nor left
anything undone which would merit
suffering. Yet, of all people who
have ever lived, His suffering was
greatest. It was not only the physical
suffering -which He endured on the
cross. There was the mental anguish
and sorrow of spirit, coupled with
frustration for work left undone which
no one else could do. And, if God did
not allow Jesus to be spared, does it
seem reasonable that He would allow
any of us to be spared? As St* Augustine
said long ago; "God had one Son with
out sin, but none without suffering" .
A while ago, TIME magazine carried a
story in which Admiral Charles Brown,
commander of the U.S. Sixth PHeet in
the Mediterranean, related a moving
experience of the son of an old friend,
Jack Peurifoy, one-time U.S, Ambass
ador to Greece. The child’s name was
Clinton, and he was a spastic.
He was a brilliant lad, wrote Admiral
Brown, and deeply appealing. Queen
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I Fredericks, grew fond of him while '’the
Peurifoys were stationed in Athens and
often . invited him far extended visits
to the royal palace. During tthese
visits, young Clinton played freely
with Queen Fredericks1 s two children.
One day,Prince Constantine said to his
little American friend*
"My sister and I have been talking
about you, and we have decided that
you must be the favorite pupil of Jesus1,*
"What do you mean?" asked Clinton,
• ■ "Well", replied the Prince, "you know
; how it is. In school the best pupil
| is always given the hardest problem to
! solve. God gave you the hardest prob
! lem of all, so you must be His favor- |
[ ite pupil."
With sudden tears in his eyes, the
i crippled child replied: "I don*t be
lieve you."
The Prince, in turn, answered with
all the finality of a child* s argument:
"I don*t care what you think. My sis
ter and I think you are."
That night the Queen sat on the edge
of Clint* s bed as she tucked him in,
and said: "I heard what the Prince
told you today, and I agree with him.
I believe you are a favorite pupil of
Jesus,"
For a moment, two troubled eyes
stared back at her. Then Clint said: >
"I don’t believe it. I won’t believe' |
it unless my daddy says that he be
lieves it."
Later Queen Fredericka told Jack
Peurifoy the story. The Ambassador
shook his head, and said: "I can’t
tell him that I believe that. I can
not believe that a good God would do
that to my little boy." And the Am
bassador Burst into tears. But even
tually, as the Queen had advised, he
did tell the boy that he believed it
was Jesus who ' had given him this
"hardest problem".
In 1955, when Jack Peurifoy was U.S.
Ambassador to Thailand, he and his two
sons were in an automobile accident.
Jack Peurifoy and his younger son, a
normal,healthy lad of nine, were kill
ed. But Clinton, fourteen, the spastic,
survived-"by one of • ‘those forever
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