Rufus Jones, Master Quaker

Rufus Jones, Master Quaker

Rufus Jones, Master Quaker

Rufus Jones, Master Quaker

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When I first met Rufus Jones and became his friend and follower nearly a half century ago, I was unable to understand how a man could be as good as he seemed to be. As I now look back over the long years of hundreds of contacts with him in the classroom, at Friends or committee meetings, in his home or mine, I know beyond all doubt that he was a good man.

His story of triumphant goodness should serve as an antidote to the hate and cruelty that lingers in the hearts of so many men throughout the world.

The book falls short of what it should be because I am not a good enough man to do justice to the wholly good man that Rufus was. He was, moreover, a man of such depth and size, a spiritual Paul Bunyan, that it would be difficult for one volume to contain all that should be recorded about his words and works and good life.

The question also arises: What man is able to describe to another the awe and beauty of a glorious sunset? The most carefully chosen words fail to convey a picture of the swiftly changing wonders of soft, or bright colors, as the sunrays flash a gold band on the edge of a cloud, a silver fleece lining on this one, as it swiftly moves over the horizon on its divinely created and directed task of stimulating life, giving warmth and providing light to guide the steps of men on the other side of the world. There was something of the wonder, ineffable beauty and other worldness of the sunset in Rufus' spiritual qualities.

There was also his rugged intellectual strength. And who is able to describe the sense of everlasting to everlasting and the grandeur and beauty, the massive strength that the inspiring Grand Teton mountain peaks give? One feels as one bathes in this grandeur that . . .

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