“And the glory of the Lord went up from the midst of the city, and stood upon the mountain which is on the east side of the city.
“These solemn words tell how the glory and favor of God was driven from the people of old by their sinning; how slowly, yearningly, God departed; how in every land He provide little sanctuaries for the faithful few. And more than all this, the Holy Word describes God in Spirit as pausing on the mount to the east of Jerusalem. That pausing place was your Olivet. The Jewish Rabbins in their sacred histories affirm that for three years God, in manifest form, tarried, near where your Temple of Allegory stands, repeating over and over the solemn call, ‘Return unto me, and I will return unto you!’ Beloved, since then the eternal voice, through Jesus Christ, has spoken through three ministering years from these mountains to the world. You are now re-echoing the cry. God be with you, as He is, and give you faith to call and call until the ascended Christ come into all hearts.”
“No name to his letter, as usual?” remarked the chaplain.
“He seems to loathe names almost; but recently, when I made bold to ask him his, he sententiously observed, ‘God knows; ’tis in a white stone, I’m to get; for this life I’m only remembered by what I’ve done.’ But what engages my husband’s attention now?”
“I’m trying to interpret the picture yonder, over the door, to the retreat you call the ‘Mother’s Pillow.’”
“What think you of it? You perceive it’s the legend of the mother pelican feeding her famishing young with blood drawn from her own bosom, which she has wounded for their food.”
“I think the picture likely to depress nervous mothers!”
“That’s a picture of one side of mother life; look beyond it.”
At that the light from a distant window was let fall, by some unseen attendant, all about the entrance to the “Mother’s Pillow!”