Up to Me

FINDING GOD IN MILLERSVILLE 119 know that God is a working partner in the Millersville Cut- lery works; that he attends a directors' meeting every night. For making our three hundred people happier we have a thou- sand plans that we haven't sprung yet, because to work them out will require time. No prayer meetings are held in our plant, but there's a smile on every single face in it. Atid I've come to believe that the real symbol of religion is just that — a smile. That's the story, sketchily and badly told, but true. There's only one thing to add, and that is I'm glad my grandmother passed on to what she was always speaking of as her "reward" five years ago. A story such as this would have seemed to her so irreverent as to endanger my chance of eternal salvation. But it does not seem to me irreverent to take Him at his own estimate, to talk with him and about him familiarly. He has said he is a Father; surely no father wants his children to trem- ble at his name. But grandmother could never have realized that. Her God sat on a golden throne, thundering his wrath against the wicked, and visiting trials upon the righteous to test their devotion. By no possible feat of faith could she have pictured him as I do, working side by side with me, talking with me about my prob- lems, smiling, yes, actually laughing as step by step we make our three hundred people happier — loving, counseling, fighting for better men and women, right here in Millersville. Up To Me It counts so little who I am, or when I live, or where, It only counts me how I live and do my daily share. It means so little what I plan, or what my dreams portend. If, after all, my hands should fail to serve some worthy end. It does not matter what I have, or what it takes to live, If selfishness precludes my plan, and I have naught to give. It matters little what I know, and nothing what I boast, It only matters how I grow, and fill my measure most. It doesn't matter what my faith, or what my caste or creed, It only matters how I work, and how God scores the deed. It need not matter what my friends or enemies may say, But much, 0 much, it matters how I live my little day. Bertha A. Kleinman Mesa, Arizona