At the top of a high hill, we saw a beautiful church, The Immanuel Lutheran Church, half-completed, and many apartment dwellings nestled in the flat ground below, some distance away, with a large area of empty grass between the homes and the church. Suddenly, I said, "Why, it's like looking down on Bethlehem!" After I left her, Mommy wrote a poem:

The stars twinkle on, the rains still fall,

The leaves flutter round, like a weary dream,

The sun still shines, the birds still call,

The moon glows with its yellowed beam

A little girl has left us all.

She loved the stars,

She loved the rain,

She loved the leaves,

The sun, the birds, the moon.

Loyal, fair, and kind was she,

And, oh, so wise-for one so small.

Once and a thousand times again

We talked of everything-of God-and she

said to me,

In her dear reflecting way,

When she saw a town nestled

In the valley of hills on a lovely day,

"That's like looking down on Bethlehem!

Since the vision and the revelations around the church of the angels, other revelations have come about in an equally mysterious way to Mommy. The study of the symbolism, the rituals, and the significances of our great Hebrew-Christian religion has brought about certain conclusions in her mind.

From an automobile accident in the summer of 1952, a seed, a dream of me in swaddling clothes, a Baptist evangelist, the Catholic Bishop from India, the books a Presbyterian minister has given her to read, through all the Christian churches-Baptist, Presbyterian, Lutheran, Episcopal, Methodist, Christian Scientist, Catholic, and the others-Mommy has found help. Some of this she tells in the two next books after this one.

Most of all, through the daily and weekly growing knowledge of the pattern of our life since our father Abraham first walked the earth, divinely led to lead his descendants to worship our One God and blessed, the vista of an unfolding promise lies ahead of my Mommy, and I share it all with her and help her to learn.

VERILY, VERILY, I SAY UNTO YOU,

HEREAFTER YE SHALL SEE HEAVEN

OPEN, AND THE ANGELS OF GOD

ASCENDING AND DESCENDING UPON

THE SON OF MAN.

(John 1: 51)

THE END

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