Among the pleasantest memories...

Among the pleasantest memories of my childhood days are those recollections of association with the church in our little town. I learned to love the Bible, but I often wondered about the promises made therein, and hoped that sometime I would gain a clearer understanding of them.

After I was grown and had taught school I had an opportunity to attend a large university where there were some of the best teachers of religious education in the country. But I was very much surprised and disappointed at their explanation of the Scriptures. During the Christmas vacation of that year there was a national convention of young people interested in religious education, and at one of the meetings a young man arose and said that he felt there was an infinite reservoir of good for all of us if we knew how to tap it. He seemed to express perfectly the way I felt, but since no one knew how to draw on these riches, the Biblical promises seemed to be mere mockeries. Feeling it was futile to make further effort to solve the mysteries of the Bible, I resolved that I would never read it again or offer another prayer to God.

Thy Birthright
July 11, 1942

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