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hours I had sat thru a drearily monotonous Sunday School class under our hosts leadership he had never by word or smile lent a relaxed gleam of cheer or hope to the simplicities of the New Testament as he unfolded them via Barnes' Notes -- weighing down my youthful spirit every Sunday with this picture of me as a rebellious sinner in the hands of an avenging God with possible death before another dawn -- I suppose I got used to it -- did not express my own religious life with the sacredest of old churches until some years after -- What a loss of days of gentle adoring love of God the Father whose very Spirit was within me, and whose world was my splendor -- ! There were queer good men in those days and as some one says "they believed like fury" --
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Not to be reproduced in whole or in part without permission. Transcription and commentary copyright 1998 by Martha Nell Smith, Laura Elyn Lauth, and Lara Vetter, all rights reserved Maintained by Rebecca Mooney <rnmooney@umd.edu> Last updated on January 25, 2008 |
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