"And they shall come from the east, and from the west, and from the north, and from the south, and shall sit down in the kingdom of God."— Luke xiii, 29.
HUMAN belief goes through many phases of illusion; struggling in the darkness of sense, striking against the walls of materiality which shut it in an atmosphere of error, striving with itself for freedom — only to fall at last at the feet of Truth, and cry out; "Oh! wretched man that I am, who shall deliver me from the body of this death?"
In its beginning, the belief which held me was nourished by the human love of devoted parents trained to believe in a personal God. Taught to lisp the infant prayer, "Now I lay me down to sleep," frequent repetition of its termination, "If I should die before I wake," became to sense a dark shadow. There was developed a pronounced and restless fear, lest before dawn God might call me away from home and mother.
