It was a real Face
that I saw, a real Voice that I heard, a real Person who was
calling me. I could not mistake the Presence that had so often
drawn near me and shone with sunlike eyes into my soul. The
words, "Lord, lift Thou up the light of thy countenance upon us!"
had always given me the feeling that a beautiful sunrise does.
It is indeed a sunrise text, for is not He the Light of the
World?
And peaceful sunshine seemed pouring in at the windows of my life
on the day when I stood in the aisle before the pulpit with a
group, who, though young, were all much older than myself, and
took with them the vows that bound us to his service. Of what was
then said and read I scarcely remember more than the words of
heavenly welcome in the Epistle, "Now therefore ye are no more
strangers and foreigners." It was like coming home, like stepping
a little farther beyond the threshold in at the open door of our
Father's house.
Perhaps I was too young to assume those vows. Had I deferred it a
few years there would have been serious intellectual hindrances.
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