"Cry out and shout ..."!

Here is a question, dear reader of these lines: Are you grateful, overwhelmingly grateful, that you are privileged to be sharing in what is taking place on this planet at this particular moment in mortal history? Does this startle you? Does thought instantly conjure up the tragedies of the present hour, the brutalities of carnage, the heartbreaks of millions of distraught brethren? Do you in turn ask how one could be overly enthusiastic about living at such a time, or be grateful therefor?

Now, no thinking being would deny that the human mind could scarce present a sadder picture than chaos without the hope of deliverance, nights without a star, or pandemonium from which there is no escape; but if a healing ray of Truth can penetrate the gloom, a breath of Love can temper the icy blasts of hate, or a glimpse of Principle bring promise of the ultimate reign of law, is this not cause for rejoicing and gratitude? Dark, fearsome indeed, is the picture presented by the carnal mind today. Dismal is the outlook of countless thousands who have hoped and prayed for sanity among men and nations. In the language of one of our hymns, they may cry:

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November 27, 1943

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