AT 8 A.M. SUNDAY, Harold Krienke swung his truck into Marquardt’s Grove some 10 miles south of Janesville to help set up for the annual mission festival in the woods near his country church, Immanuel Lutheran.
It was then he spotted the large black cat with the long tail edging dried up Bull Run Creek some 100 feet from the site where worshipers would gather 2 ½ hours later. “It wasn’t a house cat,” Krienke laughs. The cat—perhaps a panther, some speculate—didn’t scare him; it had been seen previously in the area.
Krienke’s animal encounter certainly wasn’t the first, and won’t be the last, at this mission festival held for the past 75 years in a five-acre wooded section of a 70-acre pasture where cattle still graze days before the event. Last year several head of cattle busted through an electric fence and charged across the creek toward the worship site. Another time horses caused a bit of trouble. No harm done, though, as the wayward animals were chased away.
Len Marquardt, who owns the woodlot and pasture, previously owned by his father, Alfred, and Alfred’s father, Gustav, before him, takes it all in stride. A few wandering animals won’t stop him from continuing the tradition of three generations of his family hosting the long-time festival of Freedom Church, as it is commonly known (referencing its location in Freedom Township), and the past two years in conjunction with Trinity Lutheran Church, Wilton Township, also known as the Wilton Church.
Len’s heart and soul are committed to what he defines as “an old-time mission festival out in the woods.”
That definition seems apt for this event which, many Freedom members estimate, has been ongoing for a century. In the early days, area farmers took turns hosting the annual summer mission festival. The outdoor worship service has always been held around the same time of year, initially chosen, Len says, because the wheat harvest would have just been completed and farmers would have had more money to donate to the church.
Money, though, has never been the focus of the festival although a collection is taken. Rather, the purpose is to “help people to focus on missions,” says Len, who several years ago accompanied his daughter, Julie, and others on a mission trip to Nicaragua. It changed him and he now takes personally the words “Here am I, send me” from the hymn “Hark! the Voice of Jesus Crying.” Julie, now a third-year student at Concordia University in Seward, Nebraska, followed up with a mission trip to Hong Kong and is now considering a career as a missionary.
“I think we need to be a church in mission,” Len says as he explains the purpose of the mission fest on his family’s property. The natural setting of farm fields, open pasture and woods, with a cool breeze stirring oak leaves and raising goosebumps on Sunday morning, connected worshipers to the message delivered by the Rev. Dr. Robert Holst, retired president of Concordia University, St. Paul, and a former missionary to Papua, New Guinea.
As Rev. Holst spoke of his experiences in his sermon, “Global Missions: International Love,” worshipers, sitting among the trees, could easily imagine the primitive ways of the New Guinea people, their belief in spirits, their sacrifice of pigs, their mistrust and misunderstandings and lack of knowledge about God and the challenges the pastor faced in telling them about Christ.
Foreign missions seemed as close as a thought away for attendees like Jeanette Schoenfeld of Wilton Church who enjoys the mission fest because, she says, “It’s like they do in Africa,” worshiping outdoors.
Len Marquardt and others, including his sister, Sally Hodge, appreciate, too, the traditions they are passing from family to family through generations of mission festivals. As Sally samples a vinegary, potato-green bean dish prepared for the mission fest potluck, she glances back to kids racing up the wooded hillside. “I remember tromping up the hills, tromping up the trails, building wood forts…talk about history and family and pleasure in knowing each other…” Sally says as she glances across the table at friend and fellow parishioner Davin Quiram.
Davin, like Sally a life-long member of Freedom, concurs as the two reminisce and remember the rare treat of soda pop from the mission fest pop and candy stand, which Davin will later man. The friends don’t recall specific mission speakers or messages from their childhood days, only those racing through the woods and gulping pop memories.
Davin, though, is quick to rattle off the areas of ministry covered by mission speakers in the past 10 years: American Indians, Hispanic, college, Japanese and such.
While guest speakers change from year to year, the music remains constant with worshipers singing hymns from the pocket-size Mission Hymns Suitable for Mission Festivals and Similar Gatherings (out of print for 80 years).
Likewise, the Freedom Band, the church band comprised of Freedom members and others from the area and in existence for an estimated 80 years, uses the same familiar music books such as The Church Band Book—Choral Melodies of the Lutheran church for Military Band by A. Grimm, published in 1919 by Antigo Publishing Co., and a handwritten book of music transposed from a hymnal for the band.
The Freedom Band has always played at the mission fest and other area mission events in years gone by. At any time, 5 – 7 members of Sally’s family, the Marquardts, may be playing in the band—all on the trumpet but for one on the sax.
Part of mission fest also includes the occasional outdoor baptism. Sally’s father, Alfred, born in 1911, was baptized at the Freedom Mission Festival. Last year, a century later, two-month-old Gemma Lin of Mankato was baptized in Marquardt’s Grove and her great uncle was baptized the night before at Freedom Church. Aleta Lin, Gemma’s mom, treasures her daughter’s unique baptism and the story of that baptism which will always be a part of family history. She hopes Gemma will, through the years, continue to attend mission fest, a life-long tradition for Aleta, a life-long member of Freedom Church.
For those outside of Freedom, memories of past mission fests also come quickly. Such festivals were once a staple among rural congregations as a time to worship God in the outdoors, to socialize afterward at a potluck dinner and even meet future spouses.
Guest pastor Holst opened his message by reminiscing about the mission fests of his youth, recalling the washtubs full of soda pop—root beer, 7-UP and Orange Crush—set out by the youth group. He also remembered the ball games between fathers and children.
On Sunday there were no ball games or kids racing for a rare treat of pop. But plenty of kids—from babies to teens—settled onto temporary wood plank benches and lawn chairs or upon blankets or in car seats on the same ground in Marquardt’s Grove that has, for generations, served as an outdoor house of worship on one Sunday in August.
FYI: Check back for an additional post featuring mission fest photos and for a separate photo essay of Freedom Church.
© Copyright 2012 Audrey Kletscher Helbling
Thank you so much for coming to our mission festival Audrey! It was great to have you there as our guest, and we hope you and your husband are able to return again next year. Your story was fantastic, and we hope it will bring back some great memories for others who have attended festivals like this in the past.
You are welcome, Joan, and thank you for inviting us. I’ll spread the word. My sister Lanae, who lives in Waseca, recognized the family of one of her co-workers in a photo and told me to be sure and tell her when the fest happens next year. I expect we will be back also. You all were so welcoming. The service was wonderful, the weather beautiful and the food fantastic. You know how much I loved that blueberry pie. Watch for a second mission fest blog post with more photos soon, plus another one from the church.
Just remember this….it’s always the first Sunday in August.
Both your words here and your photos, Audrey: you captured it. Would have loved to be in attendance (but at least, as a result of this post, I kind of was. 🙂 Fascinating.
Thank you, Emily. I have more photos to share because I couldn’t fit all of them (that I wanted to highlight) into one post. Given your appreciation and love for nature, you would absolutely have enjoyed this worship service and the potluck afterward.
Thank you for these stories. My father was pastor at Immanuel Lutheran, Freedom Township, from 1951 to 1957. We lived in the parsonage adjacent to the church. I remember well the Mission Fests in Alfred Marquardt’s grove/pasture. We have been back to their Mission Fest a couple of times over the years and also were at Freedom’s 125th anniversary celebration in1999. I worked for the Marquardt brothers (Alfred, Arthur, Ernst, and Reinhold) doing miscellaneous farm work for four summers during my high school and college days. So I have many memories of the people and places.
You are most welcome, Fred. Thank you for taking the time to share your personal connection to Freedom.
I think everyone should experience this mission fest in the woods.
The Mission Festival looks very much the same as it did back in the 1940s to ’60s when my family lived in the area and were members of Freedom Church. My dad was the president of the church board of education for many years. He and other board members manned the refreshment booth. I remember the pop and Cracker Jack, and my dad also scooped out ice cream from a (dry ice cooled) cooler. I love that the Mission Festival has not changed in any significant way in the 65+ years of my memory.
There was no refreshment booth when I attended. But the potluck was fantastic. I need to return to this event. It’s a wonderful tradition.