Ed's Note: When my Uncle Jake (Rev. Jacob Fehr) came back to Canada after World War 2, he had difficulty expressing what he saw, or even discussing the war because of the multiple atrocities he experienced during that time. Tears would come into his eyes and he would only be silent about it.
Before he pastored churches in many places (Manitou, MB, Dauphin MB (I think), Watford ON, Southampton ON and a few more that I can't remember), he was the guy God used to access "far-flung" people in isolated northern areas with the gospel. He passed away some 20 years ago, and I had nothing but respect for Uncle Jake, one of many PAOC pastors connected with my family. Like my own pastoring dad, Uncle Jake cared little for fame or fortune, all he cared for was to see souls brought into God's kingdom. I remember him as a devoted father, skilled carpenter, shepherding pastor and always expressed such a gentle spirit. He was one of the Captains of the "Gospel Messenger" boat. The PAOC have reserved space in their archives for him, and I am posting this in memory of his work and to familiarize people with our PAOC roots.
Growing up in Southern Ontario, as I got to know Uncle Jake, I had nothing but the deepest respect for him. During his mid-life, I watched him raise his family. He and my Aunt Grace took lots of time to build strong character into their lives and the lives of all around them. He built into mine as well when he had lots of time for one-on-one over many family dinners and times together. During our "wedding-day post-ceremony receiving line", we asked each attendee to give us some marital advice. When Uncle Jake came by, his advice on handling "marital-conflict" has stuck with me through the years.
When I was in my mid-twenties, they took to time to find me and visit me as a bachelor in my Vancouver days. I remember after showing up and visiting at my apartment, they asked if I would drive them to the nearby christian bookstore in Richmond. When we got there, I realized that the purpose of the trip was to purchase a "Living Bible" for me, which then was a fairly new version. And it wasn't cheap; they were expensive! Thirty some years later as I look across my living room, there sits the same book, now with well-worn pages from at times frequent to continual use. We sometimes use it in our own family devotions. Uncle Jake knew just where to invest his time, energy and money.