I wouldn't feel acquainted with the saints that the folks sang gather at the River; but I'd feel acquainted with my baby.

He's there, isn't he ?" "Yes," said Addie softly, "your baby's by the River, and you can go there, too." The woman tried to control her sobs and listen, while Addie told in as simple language as she could the way to peace.
"It's just coming to Christ, just as we are, and asking him to make us his," finished the girl.

"He's promised to forgive, if we're in earnest about asking." Addie waited a moment.
"Maybe you'd be willing to come to the camp-fire with me," suggested Addie.

"Those people are only, some of our neighbors.

They like these open-air meetings.