Following is chapter 4 from Edward’s
autobiographical book, The Sound of His
Voice: Discovering the Secrets of God’s Guidance. In this chapter he
remembers his father -- Benjamin ("Bennie") Lee Fudge (1914-1972) -- the unique,
colorful publisher, author, preacher and always disciple of Jesus Christ. Copyright 1995 by Edward Fudge.
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Chapter 4
There have been Fudges since at least
the 12th or 13th century in
Patriots, planters and Johnny Rebs.
Although Jacob received three land
grants from King George III, he was an American patriot who fought for
independence in the Revolutionary War. He later moved his wife and nine
children to Indian country in
In
the name of God, Amen, I Jacob Fudge Senior of
William, the third of Jacob's five sons,
began his own family in
When the Civil War erupted, William
Henry enlisted in the 35th Alabama Infantry, Confederate Company "G".
He was captured by General Sherman, held as a prisoner of war, and released on
Independence Day of 1861. Still passionate for the Confederate cause, he soon
re-enlisted and fought at the Battle of Shiloh. William Henry Fudge had six
children. His oldest was born in 1864 as the war raged and the South burned.
William Henry named him Edward Benjamin Lee, the "Lee" bestowed in
honor of the beloved Southern general, Robert E. Lee.
His parents may have named him Edward
Benjamin Lee Fudge, but the neighbors called him "Ed." In time, Ed
Fudge married Susie Smith, who was about 30 years younger. She taught him to
read after they married, using the King James Bible as a primer. They had eight
children, my father being the oldest of the brood. Ed Fudge's household was
poor but always devout.
Ed operated a gristmill for a time and
also ran a country store. Mostly, however, he farmed, as a sharecropper on
other people's land. I remember visiting my Fudge grandparents as a preschool
youngster. They lived in a small wooden house in the country, unpainted, with
an empty thread spool for a doorknob. Grandpa Fudge had long whiskers, wore
overalls, and frightened me without knowing it or intending to. He and Grandma
Fudge both died before I started school.
Bennie Lee Fudge: a little man with big ambitions.
My father, Benjamin
("Bennie") Lee, was born on April 5, 1914, when Ed was 50 years old.
Bennie Lee weighed in prematurely at a fragile 3-1/2 pounds. Susie wrapped him
in a piece of wool blanket and gently laid him in a shoebox. She then
positioned the shoe box near the wood stove in the kitchen, the warmest place
in the house, and asked God to spare her firstborn. God answered her prayers
for that baby's survival. Thirty years later, Susie's baby, now a father, would
keep vigil all night over his own premature firstborn son, beseeching God to
save my life, even as his own life had once been spared.
Bennie Lee never grew to be large, but
he made up for it in determination and tenacity. As a young teen, he watched
some older boys jump over a huge log that had fallen in the forest. Bennie Lee
tried to jump the log also, but fell short, breaking his leg. The leg was in a
cast for six weeks. When the cast was finally removed, Bennie Lee's first order
of business was to go jump that log. People did not always agree with his
judgment but few ever doubted his determination.
To rural families in those days, large
families meant more hands for necessary labor, of which there was always plenty
to go around. When my father was 14, Grandpa Fudge was disabled, and young
Bennie Lee assumed additional responsibility as the oldest able-bodied man of
the house. For the next 15 years, he and his younger brothers alternated going
to school and farming to support the family.
Since the family could not afford a
tractor, even if one had been available, Bennie Lee plowed with mules. An
earnest student of the Scriptures, he often carried his Bible into the fields,
reading it whenever the mules rested. He considered the Bible to be his
governing authority, and he eagerly digested its contents from start to finish.
From the book of Philippians he took a lifetime motto: "I can do all
things through Christ who strengthens me." Alongside that Scripture, he
frequently quoted another, uninspired saying: "It's amazing what one man
can accomplish if he doesn't care who gets the credit!" Early on, Bennie
Lee dedicated his life to God's service with little thought of personal credit,
or glory for the results of his faithful service.
The fields also provided his first
pulpit. At age 20, still farming to support the family, Bennie Lee often
practiced sermons while he plowed. Soon he began to receive invitations to
speak at nearby churches. More than once, neighbors who happened past the
fields reported hearing Bennie Lee preaching to the stumps and to the mules.
Daddy graduated from high school at age
21, worked a few more years to support the family, then
went to
David Lipscomb was then a junior
college, so after finishing courses there, Bennie Lee traveled to far-away
They thought
Bennie Lee and Sybil planned to finish
college, marry, then return to
The vision became reality in 1943 when
My parents graduated from Abilene
Christian College in 1943, married the next evening, and moved to Rogersville,
Alabama, a village about 20 miles west of Athens. There they lived for about
four years, where my father preached for the local
Although he never made it to Africa in
person, Bennie Lee was destined to become a world evangelist while remaining in
Bennie Lee felt called. Under his
enthusiastic and untiring leadership, the fledgling business kept expanding
until its heyday when it included four retail stores, a publishing arm, a
dealership division and a direct sales force that hired college students to
sell Bibles and other books door-to-door during summers. Bennie Lee named his
business to reflect its purpose: Christian Education Institute,
or "C.E.I." for short. After its ministry expanded worldwide,
he kept the same initials but chose the corporate name of Christian Enterprises
International.
When Bennie Lee was growing up, Sunday
Schools in most Churches of Christ used literature called "the
Quarterly." Bennie Lee noticed that the Quarterly contained very few
actual Scripture quotations, and that a pupil could complete all its exercises
without ever having to open a Bible at all. "Why," he reckoned,
"a student could attend Sunday School for years
with this material, and never use a Bible!" He believed that Sunday School pupils ought to have more, and that with God's help
he could provide it.
So he bought a variety of public school
books for each grade level and immersed himself in them until he felt
comfortable with the respective vocabularies and styles. Then he went away to a
nearby town where he should not be disturbed, checked into a hotel, and wrote a
series of Sunday School literature for all ages.
Students growing up with his material progressed through the Bible time after
time, beginning with a broad sweep of major childhood stories, gradually
deepening the content through repeated cycles.
Bennie Lee called his series the
"Use Your Bible" workbooks, and anyone using this literature did
exactly that! Each lesson contained true/false questions, matching questions,
fill-in-the-blanks and other type quizzes, usually requiring the student to
read three or four chapters of the Bible through for each exercise. A
generation or two of youngsters in the Churches of Christ and
Besides his Sunday School
workbooks, Bennie Lee also published gospel booklets, children's Bible songs, a
history of missionaries sent out by Churches of Christ and assorted other
works. Over the years, some of this material was translated and published in
Spanish and Norwegian as well as several languages of Africa and the
Scholar and counselor to the multitudes.
While still a young adult, Bennie Lee
also began a daily radio program over station WJMW in
It was my boyhood thrill to accompany
Daddy to the radio station for his program shortly after noon. The rule was
that I could sit at the studio table with the large microphone in the center,
but I could not talk. If a cough or sneeze arose which could not be suppressed,
there was a dime-size button one could push to temporarily deaden the mike.
In memory I still hear the announcer's
ringing introduction: "The time now is 12:15," he began. "Each
week day at this same time, the Churches of Christ of Limestone County present
15 minutes of spiritual guidance. The Churches of Christ and their ministers
are always ready to help you with your problems of Bible study and Christian
living. Your speaker today, and your regular speaker on the program, is Brother
Bennie Lee Fudge. Brother Fudge." At that cue, the red light bulb outside
our studio flashed on, Daddy quickly cleared his throat and said, "Thank
you, Bob, and good afternoon everyone!"
As Bennie Lee's reputation as a
biblical scholar and practical Christian counselor spread, his bookstore on the
courthouse square became a haven for visitors from far and near. Because such
welcomed distractions took much of his time during the day, Bennie Lee often
walked the mile from his house to the office after the evening meal, then
toiled there until midnight or beyond on his publishing business.
Every Sunday Bennie Lee ministered at
some local church, serving a succession of congregations through the years.
Wherever he served, he promoted world missions, preached expository sermons and
usually taught a Sunday School class, often of
teenagers. He was a master storyteller who enchanted children and kept their
parents spellbound as well.
Conviction despite the consequences.
Throughout his life, Bennie Lee taught
the Bible as he saw it, without regard to popularity or financial consequences.
While still on the farm, he had concluded through his own study that Christians
should not kill in the service of their country in time of war. The conviction
grew firmer while he was at
In keeping with this line of thought,
Bennie Lee never voted, although he was keenly interested in political issues
throughout his life. While still in college at
During the 1950's, the Churches of
Christ -- and many individual families that composed them -- divided over the
way various evangelistic and benevolent works should be organized. One group
believed that Scripture required congregations to support missionaries
directly, without any intervening organization or coordinating congregation.
The mainstream majority concluded that the Bible allowed diversity in such
matters. Some people of both opinions discovered in this controversy an
opportunity to advance their personal and partisan interests -- even if it
meant hurting others in the process.
A favorite forum for discussion was the
public debate, which pitted advocates of both sides against each other and
usually generated more heat than light. Although Bennie Lee had been a regional
fundraiser for one of the evangelistic programs involved, he decided after one
such debate that the opposition side was correct. Naturally, he notified the
program's sponsors that he could no longer support their activity. When the
program's sponsors learned this, they issued an ultimatum. "You may do as
you please," they told Bennie Lee, "but be aware that if you persist
in this viewpoint, it will be our duty as we travel throughout the nation to warn
all 'faithful' churches not to order their Sunday School
supplies from your 'anti' business."
Such threats only stiffened the
convictions Bennie Lee had already formed. When it became evident that he would
not budge, his adversaries did as they had warned and led a national boycott
against his publishing company, ultimately forcing it into involuntary
bankruptcy. Bennie Lee accepted all this as the price of conscience, however,
and never complained or sought revenge. Nor did he draw lines of fellowship
with those who persecuted him. "I'll fellowship you as long as you will
let me," was his attitude. He remained an enigma to many, who could not
understand how one so rigid in his own opinions could warmly embrace others who
sincerely disagreed with those opinions.
Vision beyond sectarian boundaries.
For many years, Bennie Lee also edited
a magazine called Gospel Digest, a
Christian journal patterned after Reader's
Digest. During my childhood and youth, he subscribed to every paper
published in English by any branch of our religious movement known to him
throughout the world. He also received and avidly read many other papers from
various people completely separate from our particular movement.
He encouraged others to have the same
spirit of inquiry and open mind. When I was a teenager, I studied (and
vigorously debated with) religious correspondence courses published by
Seventh-day Adventists, the Catholic Knights of Columbus, Herbert W.
Armstrong's Worldwide Church of God, and other groups. Daddy encouraged me to
critique material for myself. While he was always watching nearby, ready to
answer questions, he never gave the impression that he was standing over my
shoulder or imposing his own conclusions on me. "Study the Bible for
yourself," he always encouraged, "and stand firmly on whatever you
find that it teaches."
To be fair, most preachers I knew
talked that way. The difference between many of them and my father was that he
really meant it -- and he expected us to do the same. That honest search for
truth later led me to some conclusions with which my father, if living, would
likely disagree. Occasionally, someone who knew his particular convictions
confronts me by asking what my father would think of my own, different views.
Without hesitation, I tell them that he would endorse my efforts to understand
God's Word for myself and would insist that I stand firm on my own convictions.
In fact, that is what he taught me to do – by his word and also by his example.
Unlike many others in his religious
fellowship, Bennie Lee regarded all immersed believers as brothers and sisters
in Christ, whether they were connected with the Churches of Christ or not. When
he died in February of 1972, more than 700 mourners attended his memorial
service, and a cross-section of the community called on the family to express
esteem for the man they all called "Brother Fudge."
A heart full of compassion.
Daddy found it almost impossible to
express emotion. When he took me to college 650 miles from home, he unloaded my
suitcases and gave me $30.00, which was all the money he had with him. Then,
rather than hugging me, as I would do with my own children, he extended his
hand and said, "Well, see you in the funny papers." Then he got in
his car and drove away. Years later, my mother said he had told her it was the
hardest thing he had ever done, and that he had to leave quickly before I saw
him cry.
Yet he was one of the most
tenderhearted men I have ever known. Many times I saw him buy shoes, or clothes
or food for some needy family or individual. Every Sunday afternoon for many
years, he and Mother called on a dear Christian sister who was confined to bed
with a paralyzing disease, to read a chapter from the Bible and then to pray.
"We go to encourage Mrs. Jarrett," Daddy often observed, "but
every time she encourages us instead."
Then there was Sam, a bewhiskered,
toothless and handicapped man who operated a state-subsidized concession stand
on the corner next to Daddy's bookstore and resided in the old town hotel. Sam
felt he couldn't go to church, but he read his Bible regularly. Every
Christmas, my father gave Sam an Annual Sunday School Lesson Commentary for the
following year. "God can take care of Sam," he once told me,
"and I am sure he understands why Sam does not attend church." No
Christmas or Thanksgiving meal was complete at our house until we prepared a
plate for Sam, which Daddy seemed to take great pleasure in delivering
personally.
When Daddy died, Sam trudged a mile in
freezing weather, hobbling on his cane, to pay respects to his old friend. A
few years later, I had the honor of speaking at Sam’s funeral. The Lord only
knows for sure, of course, but I encouraged those present to believe that God
had taken care of Sam after all.
Forgiving as Christ forgave.
Because he knew God's forgiveness,
Daddy also forgave others who wronged him. Since childhood, Daddy had aspired
to serve as an elder in a local church. Although he preached for many years, he
never had that privilege. Two years before Daddy died, his congregation
nominated him for its eldership. Because of Daddy's recent business bankruptcy,
however, another preacher in town, who did not belong to that congregation,
protested the nomination and it was withdrawn. Daddy's lifelong dream was
crushed, and his spirit was crushed with it. However, he never complained or
threatened to get even with the man who had hurt him.
About a year later, the telephone rang
one evening as we finished dinner, and the caller asked for Daddy. It was an
elder of another congregation in the county, about to employ a new preacher.
"We are thinking of hiring Brother So-and-So," the caller said,
referring to the man who had killed Daddy's dream a year before. "We know
you know him, and we would appreciate your opinion of his qualifications."
Without hesitation, Daddy replied.
"He is a good man, and I think he will do an excellent job for you,"
he said. "I hope you will offer him the position." He hung up the
receiver and sat back down.
The rest of us were mute with
astonishment. "How could you say that?" we finally asked. "
"What?"
We reminded him of the earlier
incident.
"Well," he said, "I had
completely forgotten that. But even if I had remembered it, I would have said
the same thing because it was true and he will do a good job for that church.''
Modeling priorities and values.
Perhaps most of all, Daddy instilled in
his children a strong sense of priorities. A conversation shortly before he
died will live forever in my memory. Each Christmas, Daddy invited us family
members to an official, if informal, business meeting. It was a legal
requirement for the various corporations of the family business, but it was
more. Daddy also used the occasion to reflect on the past year and to sketch
his vision of the year just ahead.
The scene was Christmas 1971. Though we
did not know it then, it would be Daddy's last Christmas on this earth. He had
built a cherished business -- a life ministry -- and he had seen it crumble
before his eyes. He was just beginning to rebuild from the ashes, as it were.
There was little reason for excitement it seemed, and perhaps much cause for
sorrow.
After the formal corporate necessities
of the family business meeting were completed, Daddy took a sheet of paper from
his pocket. "I have some wonderful news," he exclaimed excitedly.
"I have recently re-read all the major books on successful living known to
me. From them I have compiled a list of the ten most important things in life.
I am delighted to tell you today that I have nine of those ten. What is more,
the only one I lack is money -- and it is at the bottom of the list! " Six weeks later he was dead at age 57, struck down by
pneumonia within seven days from apparent good health. But the values and
priorities he modeled will live in my heart forever.
Once he returned from college, Bennie
Lee Fudge never lived outside northern
This was the home and the environment
into which, by the sovereign leading of God, I was privileged to be born.
TO REFLECT OR DISCUSS:
1. Edward’s father obviously influenced him in
many ways. How has your father influenced you for good?
2. If you are a father, how would you like for
your children to remember you?
3. How does the example of earthly parents help or hinder their children’s understanding of God as our heavenly Father?
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