Thinking black; 22 years without a break in the long grass of Central ...

BORING OUT EAST 355
Mrs. Anton went up to verify the strange news con-
tained in this strange mountaineer's string " note-book/'
There they were, women in the majority, oil the same
range at Lofoi, praising God among the rocks ; by a sort
of spiritual spontaneous combustion the heather was on
fire. For the Word of God is not bound, and these lonely
hearts were profoundly converted. In later years, on Lake
Mweru, these women make the best Evangelists. Of a
Sunday you can spy some old negro ladies toddling out to
the suburbs, a six or eight mile walk, in order to pass along
their good news. Look closely at one of these and you can
see the dear old face wreathed in most contagious smiles,
the very manner of her joy proof positive that she has
got what the world cannot take away. With her there
is no case of logic versus love, for lo ! k)ve is her logic.
Her manner, too, so nicely balanced between boldness
and timidity.
"Just knows, and knows no more, her Bible true,
A truth the brilliant Frenchman never knew."
(" Heart " is a word that the Bible is just full of.
*' Brain,"
I believe, is not once mentioned.) Theories are for the
human brain, but the human heart must have a person,
and woe" to this old dear if her faith has not given her
a Person to talk to all along life's weary road, for her
own tribe now turns the cold shoulder on her. Say
nearly sixty years of age (on the wrong side), she has
wakened up to realise with a glad surprise that God
the Multi-Millionaire has invested all His capital in
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