Janette Oke, the matron of Chic Religious Lit (did you know there was such a genre?) guided many of my young girl daydreams. Her stories typically feature a strong-willed woman who finds herself thrust into a challenging frontier (usually out west), locked in a Jacobian nelson with God. In The Calling of Emily Evans, Janette introduces a young woman with a weak constitution and a passion for God's church. With the westward expansion, there's a plethora of towns and a scarcity of men, so the Mennonite Brethren of Canada send women to plant churches in territories that still need them. This quick read follows Emily Evans through the hardships of leaving home, planting a church, sharing her faith with others, and of course, the difficulty of being a female pastor. In the end, an obvious bow appears and a local man (who happens to be handsome and close to Emily's age) feels led to be a pastor as well, hinting that she will now get to be the supportive pastor's wife.
Devouring these kinds of stories as a girl I dreampt of leaving home, heading West and living an Emily Evans kind of life. What seemed the most compelling to me, of course, were the three chapters of cleaning and organizing the old pool hall as she converted it to a church. What fun! What intrigue? Who wouldn't want to follow in those footsteps? Re-reading this book as an adult was a sweet step into the past for me. I'd quite forgotten about many of those daydreams, and here I am - low and behold - living out West and elbow deep in organizing at my local church.
Though a bit of a fluffy read as an adult, these books area a great value to any young Christian girl that is a dreamer. Janette Oke does a wonderful job of reviving simple convictions that appeal to young readers. Perhaps the most valuable thread in this story for adults is the truth of Emily's predicament. There are simply not enough people willing to work at the church to meet the church's needs. It is a sacrifice: Emily goes hungry many nights because the offering is too meager to buy food, she is judged at first meeting because of her religious occupation, she has little help as it is assumed that only a pastor should pastor a church. Being a part of a smaller church today, I see this firsthand. Many people volunteer here and there, but there are always needs, chores, burdens that still need to be met, finished, lifted. How fortunate we are today to have enough churches to look for one that really feels like home. Often we wait for a Cinderella moment, lifting a finger here and there, but mainly waiting to see how well the shoe fits us, not how well we can fit the shoe. The Calling of Emily Evans is a great reminder how heavy a church can be when there are only a few who take ownership. May all churches may find what Emily's fictional church did, a few more shoulders to lift the heavy weight heavenward.