Today is Canada’s
150th birthday as a nation. Throughout the country, celebrations
commemorate our history, our heritage and our nationhood. This month our writers
will honour Canada, focusing any Canadian theme that resonates.
A Legacy of Faith and God’s
Faithfulness
November, 2004.
“There it is,” said my nephew Trevor, driving
into the parking lot. Across the street stood the Joseph Schneider Haus, almost
hidden behind an old spruce.
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| At the Joseph Schneider Haus |
This house, the
first home in what is now Kitchener, Ontario, was built in 1816. It has been restored
and is now a National Historic Site. But beyond the historical significance, it
had special meaning for us: Joseph Schneider was my great-great-great
grandfather.
Several years
earlier, I had heard about this part of our family heritage. I was eager to
learn more, and so when I attended a conference in Toronto, I connected with my
nephew Trevor who lived in the area, and together we travelled to Kitchener.
As we toured the house and outbuildings, I
couldn’t help but think of the legacy Joseph and his family left us.
Joseph and his family
arrived in Canada to set down family roots.
Trevor and I had come to
explore our family roots.
Touring
the Haus and museum, we learned Joseph and his family had travelled by Conestoga
wagon from Pennsylvania, taking over seven weeks. In contrast, I had flown from
Calgary to Toronto in an afternoon.
The day after
touring the Haus and graveyard where Joseph and his wife Barbara were buried, and
then watching the Grey Cup game (by the way, the Toronto Argonauts defeated
the BC Lions 27-19),
Trevor and I headed to the library at the University of Waterloo to see our Schneider
Family Bible. Our forefathers had lived in Switzerland and purchased this Froschauer
Bible in 1561. It’s a rare book indeed, one of only eight known copies of this edition!
It even predates our English King James Bible by fifty years!
The librarian
welcomed our visit. “About five or six family members from across Canada and
United States come every year to look at the Bible and touch their family’s
history,” he said, pulling the big brown book from the reference shelf.
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| Trevor Examining the Bible |
He gave us white
gloves before touching the antique book. I was already familiar with the Bible,
having received pictures from a distant relative. But now touching it was
electrifying.
I felt the leather cover. The Bible had once
been a high quality book, very expensive, but over the years it had become worn.
Jewels once decorated the front cover. Had family members sold a jewel or two to
pay for a passage to the next destination?
The Bible had been
through a dramatic history, transported through boat trips, on wagons in
winter and summer weather, surviving move after move after move through Europe,
into Pennsylvania, and then to Kitchener. The centuries of use and travel had
been hard on it.
If only it could
tell it story! Those details are lost to history, but as Trevor and leafed
through the pages delicate with age, we discovered clues. Corners and edges of
the front and back pages, once worn away, had been restored. The book of
James, the three Johns and Revelation, had fallen out. But someone with a vested
interest in preserving the Bible had hand written those books.
Lastly, we looked through
the pages containing the family genealogy, beginning in 1534. Different heads of families recorded
marriages, children and deaths. The person who received the Bible after the father passed away wrote this important transfer. Migration from one location or country to another were noted. The personalities of the
writers shone through with their artistic Swiss handwriting that included
unique flairs and swirls. We couldn’t read the German, but on further pages someone
had neatly translated the German into English.
I tried to imagine my ancestors who had owned the Bible. Had the father pulled his family together each evening to read the next chapter? Did they discuss God's faithfulness from His Word? Had they memorized large portions? I could only peek into this written heritage of their lives and journeys.
However, their
voices behind the written genealogy echo across almost six centuries and across
two continents, and speak of perseverance and faith in God.
It was a strategic
weekend, as Trevor and I knew we were the recipients of a great heritage. Our
forefathers had been part of making Canada the great nation that it is today.
But more, we had touched their legacy of faith and God’s faithfulness.
“The faith we often take for granted has been
defended at great cost,” wrote Lloyd John Ogilvie. “We are fortunate to have
freedom of worship in which we can openly follow Christ. But we dare not take
it for granted. It should spur us on to faithfulness and obedience to Christ
today.”
I prayed that we,
too, would leave a godly heritage to our families, churches, communities and
Canada itself.

