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ard to the "(m» UlUIICOUd nC5CliL UUIIUCI 15 8) thought onl}^ mind now. S Maybe they to reach her, "he Masters Handiwork news. In her car si hard on the hands shook on Buildings, cars green lights no impression mind. The en was shaking teeth, disrupti vous system, her to her gar think about own, dear Bill' life be without remember wheJ on his loving minute had much she dept much just kno' alive and well His love, his 1jpidly filling sta- his corny jokes'. contrast to a gone, she was xpanse unfurled f.1 1 . fOrizon. A brown She though gether. Their’ ^ In the physical universe there are continual expressions of God’s love. He is seen in the sunlight and the moon, in the trees and the flowers, and in the wind and the rain. These have become everyday expressions, for one sees them very often. However, each season has a particular expression of its own. In winter, for instance, God’s love, power, and omni potence are expressed in the snow. One Monday morning I awoke unusually early. It had rained the night before, and as I left the room, I dreaded the slushy walk down the hill. Upon open ing the dormitory door and de scending the steps, I realized that the weather was nothing like I had expected. The rain-soaked ground had frozen, and one could imagine that the Ice Age had just returned to Mars Hill! But this was only the prelude. Eight o’clock brought huge flakes of snow. For three or four so beautiful ''"“xu’”’ Connie’s birth.'Zn^ °!yr sombrero. The twirlmg major- ettes were followed bv two tinv Connie s birth'.jj^jjy tinted with mation and the sidelines on kind of a mira‘right red carpet. rhe wa\' thef'^y brand new ho^viyagigus, pranc- that only yestCfcross which the with a humiha'ers would come She had said b field, ing their ne"' aren’t we lucfc^y gcouts observ- When had ^continually wor- ciate all his fii'J^sters by getting When had she* “tlier spectators for granted and .the railings, thus to chanjj;e his ^ ^ playing surd whim? Hofced and white end, learned only by losing the head refused to constant- ^.,ftinimg megaphone. could she, “Oh,” she bre«; ^ , one more chan‘s® > nnd all the him. One ‘he concession blind.” ’ “nd the hundreds. She began cb on the field, a railroad, the >’fed up and down, avail. Then Down Mexico girls who served as mascots and held up the procession down field by dropping their batons and get ting out of step. After an ROTC group had performed in silent unity, and the majestic crowning of the Home coming Queen had taken place, the battle-worn warriors returned for the second half of the action. A determined scoring bid fell short in the final seconds, and the gun went off, sending innumerable partisan fans away disappointed. Now a chilling late-afternoon breeze blows hot dog wrappers onto the deserted field, and sev eral small boys linger to gather up forgotten scorecards, as the sun sets blood-red behind the western bleachers. MORRIS MASON (Cont’ FAY COKER hours snow fell without ceasing; and, as the wind blew it into drifts, the whole landscape took on the appearance of a midwestern plain. I am sure no place on earth was more beautiful. The grass was completely hidden, and the trees were massive towers in their blankets of white. Wherever ray of sunlight touched, the glow was equal to the beauty of a newly discovered diamond. The whole world was glorious. All men surely had to take time for a moment of meditation. Perhaps a writer should not even attempt to describe such beauty. Truly neither tongue nor pen can muster the words neces sary for adequate description. But there is one thing that all men can do if they desire to feel the spirit of power and love within their souls. It is simple: observe the Master’s handiwork, “Be still, and know that I am God.” Two fingers touched— and lingered and cried to part— for returning was not to be— at least not for a time. Two eyes met and lingered— and understood the tear— for the parting was deep enough— And after the tears had fallen and the fingers felt no more. An anguished cry left the lips of the returning— And the parting wept alone untouched but remembering— knowing of the joy of the returning. SANDY RAGSDALE HILLTOP—PAGE THIRTEEN »ws H er (M rdson leth D Fes mitl 3f the lateers Shows Fomoi )y Joh e BetP 1 was jlays \ alays \ three. Don sFt in Gla drey ite we 'dents eveni n offii Beck, lected )ormit( Merit nson V >ns of ry res] girls ve as 1 VIS an be in Huffm as piai n Bro d will ind rel )ormitc rte, of I presidi ill be ! Susan fm vice ■‘Free Haircuts lomorrow”, I nf” .h. A. I 'n ^ espectn ham wi s religi hg as c j chorist td by A
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