God in the Slums

God in the Slums

God in the Slums

God in the Slums

Excerpt

As rats in a trap, men, women and children were drowned in the slums of London when the high winds from the storm-lashed North Sea swept up the river Thames and, in the very heart of the teeming city, made a sea of destruction of the waters that overflowed its banks. But let the author of this rare book tell the story.

A Salvation Army lassie approached a young man sitting at the back of a large meeting addressed by my father, William Booth. He looked disconsolate and unhappy. With gentle, winning courtesy she asked, "Can I help you in any way? Are you saved?" "Saved!" he retorted fiercely. "Why should I be saved? I'm a reporter."

The author of this fascinating book is one who by his ability rose from the rank of reporter to be the night-editor of a London daily paper with a million or more circulation. One day he discovered that he was meant to be more than an editor. He was promoted to be himself.

We seek God in churches. We seek God in music. We seek God in art, in science, in the flowers of the field, the clouds of the sky, the waves of the sea, the trees of the forest, the song of the birds, and the glories of the mountains, the sun and the stars. We never seek God in the slums, but it was here Hugh Redwood . . .

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