It
would not have astonished me any more, if one of the tall
Lombardy poplars that stood along the sidewalk had laid itself
down at my feet.
I do not remember anything that the preacher ever said, except
some words which I thought sounded well,--such as
"dispensations," "decrees," "ordinances," "covenants,"-- although
I attached no meaning to them. He seemed to be trying to explain
the Bible by putting it into long words. I did not understand
them at all. It was from Aunt Hannah that I received my first
real glimpses of the beautiful New Testament revelation. In her
unconscious wisdom she chose for me passages and chapters that
were like openings into heaven. They contained the great, deep
truths which are simple because they are great. It was not
explanations of those grand words that I required, or that
anybody requires. In reading them we are all children together,
and need only to be led to the banks of the river of God, which
is full of water, that we may look down into its pellucid depths
for ourselves.
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