Director of the Council for Social Action of the Congregational Christian Churches
Worship is the soul searching for its counterpart. It is a thirsty land crying
out for rain. It is a candle in the act of being kindled. It is a drop in quest of
the ocean. It is a man listening through a tornado for a Still Small Voice. It
is the voice in the night calling for help. It is a sheep lost in the wilderness,
pleading for rescue by the Good Shepherd. It is the same sheep nestling in
the arms of the Rescuer. It is the Prodigal Son running to his Father. It is a
soul standing in awe before the mystery of the Universe. It is a poet
enthralled by the beauty of a sunrise. It is a workman pausing for a moment
to listen to a strain of music. It is a hungry heart seeking for love. It is Time
flowing into Eternity… It is man climbing the altar stairs to God.
It is a man listening through a tornado for the Still Small Voice… a soul standing in awe before the mystery of the Universe… a hungry heart seeking for love… Time flowing into Eternity… IT is a man climbing the altar stairs to God.