"The sound of abundance of rain," C.T. writes!
"What music it is to tired hearts and heavy ears to hear the sound of hymn - singing ever coming closer and closer, and then to see a band of men and women, boys and girls, who have marched one or two or eight or ten hours to hear the words of God."
This was written of once near-beasts savages, in the heart of Africa, made new by the cross of Christ and the Love of God (year 1922).
My soul! That God would turn our hearts from deluded, powerless, self-satisfied head-religion to heart-religion ablaze with the knowledge of the cross of Christ and the Love of God. Then, and only then, would we go joyfully "into the melting pot," as C.T. writes, and there would be no talk of returning home!
"What music it is to tired hearts and heavy ears to hear the sound of hymn - singing ever coming closer and closer, and then to see a band of men and women, boys and girls, who have marched one or two or eight or ten hours to hear the words of God."
This was written of once near-beasts savages, in the heart of Africa, made new by the cross of Christ and the Love of God (year 1922).
My soul! That God would turn our hearts from deluded, powerless, self-satisfied head-religion to heart-religion ablaze with the knowledge of the cross of Christ and the Love of God. Then, and only then, would we go joyfully "into the melting pot," as C.T. writes, and there would be no talk of returning home!