. "The greatest of these--";. as eternal punishments are notpossible. Weve had both every night this continue it for ever and ever—no God could beso cruel. There must be some gentler chastise-ment, like being trampled by wild horses, or hav-ing your eyelashes pulled out. Heat kills all ambi-tion, except to find the North Pole. I am sure itwas a furnace-like day that made Peary, Scott, etc.,set out for the Land of Ice. Noise! Sound! No one has ever properly ap-preciated or damned them—soft noises—crickets,brooks, and rustling trees (Oh, my! Where arethey now? Gone—^like the pale hands b
. "The greatest of these--";. as eternal punishments are notpossible. Weve had both every night this continue it for ever and ever—no God could beso cruel. There must be some gentler chastise-ment, like being trampled by wild horses, or hav-ing your eyelashes pulled out. Heat kills all ambi-tion, except to find the North Pole. I am sure itwas a furnace-like day that made Peary, Scott, etc.,set out for the Land of Ice. Noise! Sound! No one has ever properly ap-preciated or damned them—soft noises—crickets,brooks, and rustling trees (Oh, my! Where arethey now? Gone—^like the pale hands beside theShalimar?) make you visualise a gentle, beatificGod with outstretched hands, flowing white robes,and a great tenderness in His heart for even thetoughest of His makings. Singing sound changes Him to a more illuminat-ing electrical God. A Greek God, who can runand leap, who is ever young and alert, who canunderstand the passionate mistakes of some naturesand make allowances for the deliberate ones ofothers. 48. JAMES T. POWERS THE GREATEST OF THESE 49 The noise of tramping troops, the sound of play-ing bands, the cheering of patriots seem to makeHim a God capable of terrible, but righteous, ven-geance. Then one sees Him breathing fire, urg-ing masses of men to fight for their faith as theearly Christians did, and later to fight against any-thing that besmirches the white banner of Chris-tianity, such as slavery, and the race that worshipHim only as a companion-in-arms! But the shunting of trains, the clang of street-cars,- the scream of engines,—all the man-madenoises of the business world, transform Him (forme) into a large, evil face that grins and waits forthe ugly rhythm to get you. I once had nervous prostration, and when Naturere-adjusted my mental balance she forgot thesoundproof centre. I am afraid of the thunder,not of the lightning! Cincinnati, for some unknown reason, is built ina large hollow. We travelled up the hills througha park and looked down
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