| Love of poor college students is so amazing, so divine Southern Seen by Larry McGehee |
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Dr. and Mrs. Larry McGehee were surprised during Wofford Colleges annual homecoming November 3 with a $50,000 endowed scholarship in their honor. |
| My wife and I recently changed our Christmas
giving patterns. Instead of spending December days finding gifts for each other, we give to charities, especially this year, to provide heating for low-income families or housing and food for local homeless people. My wife got an early start. Each night throughout the year, we put any quarters we have in our change pockets into a glass jar. Each December, she counts them, rolls them into coin containers, and spends them for her secret gifts no credit card receipts and no canceled checks for me. This year, however, she gave her entire stash of quarters $340 in all to Second Presbyterians Soup Kitchen. A week later, we wrote checks to warmth funds to assist folks unable to pay their electricity or gas heating bills, an especially serious problem this year because of increases in energy costs. We made gifts to several charities fighting multiple sclerosis, lupus, breast cancer, muscular dystrophy, AIDS and other ill-health causes; gifts to several libraries and several environmental causes; Gifts for toys for needy children; gifts to college scholarship funds; gifts to promote literacy and support writing; gifts to help with historic preservations; and gifts to support churches. Giving isnt entirely new for us. But the difference this year is that it is now a primary focus for us, rather than a secondary after-thought. And, like Scrooge joyfully awaking transformed, on a bright Christmas morning, we are relishing new pleasures. Our sensitivities have been jolted, and our sensibility about the seasons meaning has been sharpened. Much of this re-examination and repairing of the ruts in the roads of our lives came from a special event, and special people, in early November. Each recent Homecoming Saturday at Wofford College, our workplace for 25 years, we have hosted a post-game party for returning alumni of a senior seminar in American Religion that I have taught since 1999. There are 155 such young alumni, most of them in graduate studies, law, medical, dental, and divinity schools, or in their first jobs in sales, banking or non-profit agencies. Usually we have about 80 former students dropping in and out of our two-hour gathering. This year, the reunion drew about 200 people, and most of them lingered the whole two hours instead of coming and going. Some guest speakers from the seminars also showed up as well as a few parents of alumni, and new spouses and newborn children were shown off along with one Boston terrier. |
Promptly at 5 p.m., the partys
mid-point, four alumni moved to a make-shift stage at one side of the big reception room
and rapped for attention. Although Betsy dubbed the Queen Mother by the alumni and I were the hosts, this was something we had not planned. I began to fret that tailgating beer at the game may have flowed too freely. What followed
has left us teary-eyed, sniffing and Kleenex-dabbing for six weeks now. |
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Reprinted from
The Paris Post-Intelligencer
Paris, Tennessee
December 12, 2007 Edition ~ USED BY PERMISSION
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December 10, 2007
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Thanks to Helen Kibbons Powell ('56) for alerting us to this honor.