My church enriched my childhood with the Romance and Religion and the Lessons of Life that have been woven into the texture of my soul. Sometimes I seem to have forgotten and then, when else I might surrender to foolish and futile ideals of life, the truths my Church taught became radiant, insistent, and inescapable. In the stress and storm of adolescence my Church heard the surge of my soul and She guided my footsteps by lifting my soul and She guided my footsteps by lifting my eyes toward the stars.

When first my heart knew the strange awakenings of love, my Church taught me to chasten and spiritualize my affections; She sanctified my marriage and blessed my home. When my heart was seamed with sorrow and I thought the sun could never shine again, my Church drew me to the Friend of all the weary and whispered to me the hope of another morning, eternal and tearless.

When my steps have slipped and I have known the bitterness of sin, my church has believed in me and wooingly she has called me back to live within the heights of myself.

Now have come the children dearer to me than life and my Church is helping me to train them for all joyous and clean and Christly living. My Church calls me to Her heart. She asks my service and my loyalty. She has a right to ask it! I will help Her to do for others what She has done for me. In this place in which I live, I will help Her keep aflame and aloft the torch of a living faith.”