SUNDAY READING.

Thames Star, Volume LVII, Issue 14729, 6 August 1921, Page 8

SUNDAY READING.

A CALIFORNIA DESERT.

The westering sun sinks behind the

low hills In golden glory. The moon is hung well up in the east-

ern sky, Like a huge lantern with a soft silvery

light. Then ! there comes the exquisite bluish

pink afterglow, Against which the mountains chisel

themselves in bas-relief. Were there ever such skies and sun-

sets? The desert stretches wide, but there is

no loneliness or isolation. For the Infinite .Presence is every-

where. And a lofty mesa is His High Altar. You have to hunt for God in the city. But in the desert you feel His comradeship. ‘ To talk with the Father, Jesus went \ to the desert places, ' , And Moses to Sinai, and Paul to Arabia, and John to Palmes.'

In the cool of the day God walks in the paradise of the desert To speak with His creatures. . I fear God must be lonely when no one

comes ... i ... To walk and talk with Him. —Charles Edward Locke.