This is the only real harbinger of revival which I have been able to detect anywhere on thereligious horizon. They are athirstfor God, and they will not be satisfied till they have drunk deep at the Fountain of Living Water. They are eager for spiritual realities and will not beput off with words, nor will they be content with correct “interpretations” of truth.

In this hour of all-but-universal darkness one cheering gleam appears: within the fold of conser-vative Christianity there are to be found increasing numbers of persons whose religious lives aremarked by a growing hunger after God Himself. Above all, it has the keynote of sincerity and humility. It deals with the deep thingsof God and the riches of His grace. Here is a book for every pastor, missionary, and devout Christian. I felt the nearness of Godwhile reading them. The ten chapters are heartsearching and the prayers at the close of each are for the closet, not pulpit. The authorhas few quotations but he knows the saints and mystics of the centures-Augustine, Nicholas ofCusa, Thomas a Kempis, von Hegel, Finney, Wesley and many more. There is deep insight, sobriety of style, and a catholicity of outlook that is refreshing. The chapters could be summarized inMoses’ prayer, “Show me thy glory,” or Paul’s exclamation, “O the depth of the riches both of thewisdom and knowledge of God!” It is theology not of the head but of the heart. It does not dealwith the pulpit and the pew but with the soul athirst for God. His bookis the result of long meditation and much prayer. My acquaintence with the author is limited to brief visits and loving fellowship in his church.There I discovered a self-made scholar, an omnivorous reader with a remarkable library of theologi-cal and devotional books, and one who seemed to burn the midnight oil in pursuit of God.

Tozer saysin this book:Ībove the noise of selfish strife We hear Thy voice, O Son of Man. Frank Mason North, of New York, says in his immortal poem, so Mr. Where cross the crowded ways of life Where sound the cries of race and clan, In haunts ofwretchedness and need, On shadowed threshold dark with fears, And paths where hide the lures ofgreed.īut even as Dr. Who could imagine David writing the twenty-third Psalm on South Halsted Street, or a medi-eval mystic finding inspiration in a small study on the second floor of a frame house on the vast, flatcheckerboard of endless streets Here is a masterly study of the inner life by a heart thirsting after God, eager to grasp at least theoutskirts of His ways, the abyss of His love for sinners, and the height of His unapproachable maj-esty-and it was written by a busy pastor in Chicago!

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