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The night is full of the soundof tinny transistorsplayed in the dark by the lonelywho lie in their beds, sleepless and sad,seeking comfort in quizzesand pop and a friendly voicerecounting the dire, the deadlynews of the worldas it spins to another dilatory dawn.
Fearful, we fill the night'slong hours with noise.Yet in the silence there is One to whomwe should be listening, Onewhose messages can turn the darkest roominto a little nest of consolation.He is our solacer, our saving God,who faileth never when we look to Him;and in whose arms we restat peace, sleep like cherished babes.
Viewing the news
Letter from a student activist of the sixties
ELAINE H. NATALE
Spiritual aspiration and career choices
SUZANNE R. WILLIAMS
The single parent
ROXANNE H. BAKER
LETTERS TO THE PRESS
with contributions from STIG K. CHRISTIANSEN, AUDREY E. APPLEBY
In the presence of love—freedom
BEULAH M. ROEGGE
Taking possession of the body
NATHAN A. TALBOT
"It never was"
DORIS JUNE JACK
Prayer in the principal's office
In 1975 I became ill with a bronchial disorder
JACKLYN J. WILLIAMS with contributions from JAMES L. WILLIAMS
During a visit with some friends in their new house, while we...
KENNETH W. EGGERT
"Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on...
EVELYN MAY CHOWN