December 22, 1944

December 22, 1944

Sarah, My Beloved Darling:

This has been another one of those days when you are on the go all the time, and try as you may, at the end of the day it is almost impossible to see that anything has been accomplished. It would be impossible to tell you how many times I thought of you today. I tried to imagine you meeting my father down at the Rock Island station. According to what my father told me about his arrival, or I should say, the time his train was supposed to arrive. I awoke at that time and couldn’t sleep anymore because I was thinking of you, my Dear. This afternoon I thought about you visiting after supper and how I wished I could be there with you. Once, while doing something in my quarters this afternoon, some tears escaped my eyes. What I was doing had no connection with you or things back home, but all the sudden I thought of all of you back there and before I knew what was happening there were tears. So don’t ever think that I don’t do some real thinking about you, Darling. You are so very sweet and I love you so very much.

In that I couldn’t sleep this morning after waking so early, I decided I would write some more letters. I wrote to the following people: Ruric and Edna Jenkins, Horace and Pauline (by the way, they had a baby daughter born on December 5th), Reveals and Marguerite Simonian. By the way, I also sent Marguerite Simonian a shell necklace that the natives gave me. She is such a very fine girl and Christian worker that I know she will appreciate it. She, along with the Rileys, were so very good to Chaplain Soliday and I while we were at Harvard.

From Christmas Island 1944.

Most of the morning was spent getting things ready for our Christmas program as well as doing a few more things preparatory to my departure for the new outfit that I have been assigned to. This afternoon Sergeant Cooper and Corporal Winkler came down and helped me finish the programs. The programs are already to use for the services. I will enclose a couple of them in this letter. I do hope that you will like them. You will note the title of my message is the same as the title of the reading in “My Utmost for His Highest” on December 25th. It seemed to be a most appropriate title. The title itself challenged my thinking. I will tell you more about the message later.

This evening we had the orientation lecture and at the conclusion I took the opportunity to announce the services both Catholic and Protestant over Sunday and Christmas Day (Monday). We returned to headquarters and I went to see the movie. They had a good news reel this evening. The main feature was an Abbot and Costello comedy. I stayed for it and really had a good laugh. I don’t know when I have laughed so much. It was funny and what I appreciated more than anything else about it was the fact that to be funny they didn’t use smutty or suggestive stories, as is so often done, especially with some of the USO troupes they send around the men.

I read your letters for December 9thand 10th again and will make a few comments on things you said in your letter. I liked the poem that you sent along. But I like the one you wrote much better because it goes deeper. I don’t know whether you know it or not, but I carry a copy of the poem you wrote all the time with me in my billfold. Darling, I find that it is impossible to express to you in adequate way just how much I love you. Only with Christ will we ever fully know.

It must’ve been grand to hear the “Messiah,” down at Buena, I certainly wish I could have been right there with you. I had hoped to be able to pick that up somewhere on the radio, but about all you can find is “White Christmas,” or a few of the Christmas carols played by some name and they almost swing them. I always do like to hear a good choir. I’m glad you were able to be under the leadership of Mr. Baer. I’m so happy you got to see them. I would certainly like to see them again. I think they are such fine people. When you see them again, be sure to give them my love and best wishes. I was sorry to hear that Kitty isn’t feeling well. I wrote to her yesterday and told her I had heard from you she hadn’t been feeling so well. I do hope she will soon be well. I was interested to hear what Mr. Paul said about the Session putting their foot down. I think they are to get a good assistant pastor and endeavor to build a strong evening service. How is the young peoples work coming along there now? That was very nice of Mr. Paul to give you so much for doing the extra work for him. They are such fine people. How thankful I am unto the Lord for the good friends he has given us, Dear.

From what you said in your letter, the squirrels must be having a grand time in the shack. I can just hear the Chief talking to them in his unique manner. And I can see Mom going after them. It was truly something to hear about your big snowstorm back there. It hardly seems possible that it could be snowing back there when it is so hot out here.

Imagine my great surprise when I read your letter of the 10th to know that Dr. Edson had been at North Shore. I am certainly glad you got to meet him. So he still remembered me. He has a very fine wife, I know you would like her. They have two boys, about nine and 12 I believe. I imagine the Hollys will be happy to find out that you met Winfield Edson. They will probably write and tell me about it in the next letter.

It is good to know that Dr. . Wilson preached such a very good sermon on the 10th, I was interested to hear about the “Disciple Plan”. It sounds good, only it seems to me if we really try to make Philippians 3:9 and 10 the theme and  emphasis of our lives we will not always have to be initiating plans or programs to do what we are to do normally as true followers of Christ. We need Isaiah’s experience as expressed in the sixth chapter of his book. Darling, as for me, I am willing and ready to go anywhere at any cost if He wants us to go. I’m convinced we are never going to reach men until our following Christ costs us something. It means so much to have a wife who is ready and willing to follow Christ anywhere, cost what it may.

Sweetheart, it is late and I must get a little sleep before morning. God bless you in all things. Be sure to give my love to the folks.

Yours alone for the ages of the ages in

Christ Jesus,


Colossians 3:3

2 thoughts on “December 22, 1944

  • Kelley Wright
    January 25, 2020, 11:45 am

    My dad was on Christmas Island during this time. There was a picture of him with a tree and a sign with Christmas on Christmas Island. He was by then assigned to Special Services (what would today be MWR) and he tole of almost getting busted for giving out soccer balls to the natives because they played a game like volley ball, with their feet, and the coral was tearing up the volley balls. Unfortunately the soccer balls were breaking the natives’ feet. My dad was Willard Wright, and I am sure he knew this Chaplain

    • willisareed
      January 26, 2020, 8:23 pm

      That’s super interesting! I’ll see if there is anything in the letters pertaining to him!

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