Bethel University - Spire Yearbook (St Paul, MN)

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Thor Hansen The majesty of Your worlc humb es me. I can't even come up with the words to set free the essence of Your beauty manifested in the works of Your hands. Why such beau y, such spierdor for someone like me? Your love overwhelms me! Ron Kaihoi

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passages in perspective!, y % Innocent Champion The impressionable young girl. With satin laced slippers and golden hail! drawn back and woven into a bun; she is a lithe, graceful dancer. From' outward appearances, her counteo: ance is calm. In performance, herj moves are well-defined and correct os she encaptures her audience with! fancy twirls, high leaps, and precision! steps. See her smile! Oh the fortunes afi one trained In the youth of life—the] opportunities that will be afforded urv f to her. Back stage, catching her breath] •from an invigorating escapade, the] reporters come to speak with the] Child-sensation. They praise her accomplishments in ballet. They eagerly Inquire about her future. They smile broadly at the mature answers thatf She recites. Ah, but she is a fine ao-tress also. Then her eye catches the- eye of her coach; leaning casually » . against a wall, within the shadows a !. 5J the curtain. Only his approval mat-pflpters. Had he not taught her all she' ,JsS now Perforrned? Wasn't he there when every muscle in her body j ISP'ached for rest, yet he knew she couldjj wgo on? He patiently trained her and ' ®adamantiy supported her. At prac-jy tice. his kind laughter and mild teas-Ing eased the competition pressures. JpThis classical little lady loved her Bcoach. Fame, money, reporters, and 2 applause—none of these she craved; ■at least not yet. ; i With her tender heart and innocent H|eyes, she beheld this man, her firm in-; Htfructor and constant companion. flBShe knew that he loved her. She4 wpeered between the growing num WHof people pressing in on her, to get his •J .reaction to her dance. Through the jrTTmaze of probing microphones, bab-IflT ibling columnists, and clicking pho-' Bljographers. the graceful enchantress ; strained to see him. A glint of quiet - pride shone in his eyes; then he slowly' .2 ismiled and nodded his head, K ■ performance was good that night. That was all she needed, all th , mattered. Graciously she excused herself from the fans and went to him. iHer coach wrapped his strong arm around her small shoulders and they left the crowds. Her1 smiles were no longer practiced or required. Tiny tears of exhilaration sparkled on her fair cheeks. The young dancer had learned more than just dancing.