Dear Mother,
Life here is simply one fine thing after another. Last evening Mr. Johnson brought me a big apple. This morning, Mrs. Johnson invited me to a breakfast of coffee and cream, toast, buns, pie, and grapes.
To keep on par with the breakfast, the sermon this morning was paramount. It was upon a subject seldom discussed.As a strange coincidence, the text was from the very chapter I read this morning. Matthew 1:1-14.
First the pastor compared the pliable, plastic body of the child with the minds of adults who have fixed, unchangeable, prejudices. Christ ment that unless we have the childlike faith and simplicity, we are lost. The pastor then spoke about the imagination of a child. He said that because of these characteristics, much thought should be given to child training. Most diplomatically he denounced the theater. He brought out the fact that more money is spent on the adult organization, function, and equipment of the church where it is of little benefit that upon the children's departments.
A child expects correction, teaching, etc. He is modest, has faith, is simple. Whereas the adult, the passing citizen, and retiring soldier of the cross is just the reverse. So he brought in the usefulness and value of the Sunday School and children's' organizations. There upon, he concluded that we should not become childish but childlike.
I can not do him just in writing; but I assure you it was good.
It's been raining today but tis clearing up now. Probably I shall go for a walk.
Love, prayers, and blessings.
Son.
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