Sam Cox has a passionate heart for God and that shows through the poems that he writes. He is ninety-four years young and hands out these poems at church at Sunday service. As you read his poetry you will discover who he is and alot about the life he has led. God the Father has lead him to this point and who knows where he will go from here. I hope you enjoy reading his poetry as much as the church has. May God Bless you in your walk with Jesus Christ our Lord and Savior!
Here is what Sam wrote about himself:
Born October 2, 1918
My handsome, British father, with articulate Canadian-born Mother, ‘hit it off’ in India and they were married there. They were married while on furlough. He was stateside and preached at many churches in New England. Brother William was born on New Jersey. Two years later, on a farm in Michigan, my birth took place!
At the age of 6 months, we boarded a ship for India. With funds from 2 denominations (stateside), my father supervised the building of a square brick bungalow commodious (enough to comfortably facilitate 4 complete families). This soon filled as the Cox family had 3 boys and the Marian family had 2 girls, as my playmates.
Our immense property included a row of brick buildings for our faithful servants who were all happy to be working and living there. My wanderings included a visit to the property next to us, the Rajah’s abode. There I met the Rajah’s Anglo-Indian chauffer, such a friendly man! Sure I became top man there, inducing him to fetch out the Rajah’s main means of travel; their elephant. Huge with a huge Howda on its broad back. I have photos of out missionary family riding a top!
I attended 2 boarding schools: Darjeeling and Woodstock. They were located high in the hills and were cool the year round. Both schools catered to the British-American cliental. Darjeeling admitted another Sammy, a Tibetan boy and we became fast friends.
At 8 years of age, while camping, Father contracted small pox.. He was preaching in an infested village. He died and was buried in his favorite spot, by the wide, sluggish Rumiya-Behr River surrounded by villages. This was his favorite spot and his dying request.
Embittered and devastated, I spent the last 2 years in boarding school. This helped take care of most…
Then I went homeward bound but it felt more like leaving home. The route took us to Sri Lanka, which was back then called Ceylon. We begged to go swimming but then couldn’t wait to get out of the warm water. When we got out of the water we realized our pockets were filled with 10-inch long black snakes. (Sure glad to get out of the realm of their huge mother.) My mother screamed as those little black infants made their way to her domain up on the sand. We laughed and yelled, “They’re harmless, Mommy!”
So we went via the Indian Ocean, Suez Canal, around the shoe of Italy to England. Wails from Miss Terril’s home could be heard. We stayed over Sunday to hear Blodwin sing a solo. Sure an angel sung.
When we were stateside in Elkton. Where’s that? Figured you ask, Elkton, Michigan is in Huron County which is Michigan’s thumb. Also, Bad Ax (pigeon) is one of the near towns. Then there was the biggie, Detroit, which was directly south of the town of Elks. To avoid the back breaking toil starting with chores which consisted of milking 6 to 7 cows, cleaning the stables, and feeding the animals. I soon became a drudge performing drudgery work. “Hoe the beans, weed the back 40” and so on. On and on with no rest except at mealtime then chores again. Then gratefully bed. Long since then I’ve forgotten how to sleep.
My wandering days, “give me liberty or…” Hitch-hiked through most of the states until the Service put a stop to that. Then the army paid my way everywhere concluding with Negros Island in the Philippines, this was WW2 of course. I did the scouting thing (walked real fast so the guys behind me would get a shot) Army days, I’ve tried to forget!
I was discharged and went home to mother then Azusa Pacific College and married immediately after that. Then Pastorates of 9 and 10 churches immediately after that. But whose counting early retirement. You know something? God provided all along the way. As example; my first church paid me $3,000 a year. Sure we made it! Early retirement. Praise God!