"This is Glasgow, Scotland." "The year is 1915." "This is the story of a man and his close friendship with God." "His name" " Peter Marshall." "As a boy, his home was in Coatbridge nine miles away... but his heart belonged to the sea." "Oh!" "How's that?" "Aha!" "What do we have here?" " It's that Findlay lad again." " My name is Peter Marshall!" "Marshall" " Findlay- Nuisance suits you the best!" "This time I'm puttin' an end to your pranks." " This young rooster belong to you?" " Aye." "Aye, he does." " What's he been up to?" " Three times in as many weeks, they tell me... he's been caught trying to sneak aboard the ship." "Wants to go to sea, he says." "He's gettin' off with a warnin' this time... but catch him on the docks again, and you'll be held responsible." "Dragged along like a common thief for all the street to see" "I always knew you'd disgrace us." "Then why didn't you give me your consent when I wanted to join the Royal Navy?" "Ah!" "There's his gratitude for all the advantages we gave him- piano lessons for the young gentleman, day school for the young gentleman." " I'm through with both." " Are ya now?" "Then you'll go to work and start paying your way." "You'll find yourselfa job, and you'll" "There now, you've made me late for mine." "The first time in 13 years!" "Peter, you must go back to school." "After me making such a fool of myself... tellin' everyone good-bye... braggin' about the big things I was going to do?" "You'll still do the big things, Peter... if you'll but swallowyour pride and get your education." "You can make me so proud of you." "You can be so proud of yourself." "Do you think I could live on Mr. Findlay any longer... after what he said about payin' my way?" "I'll get a job all right, but I'll start to night school." "Oh." "Oh, thank you, son." "But I'm not givin' up." "Somehow, someday, I'll go to sea." "Mmm." "Of courseyou will... ifit's God's plan forya." "Maybe this is one of the times that Granny used to talk about... when God slams a door in yourface... that he may guideyou to the one through which he wants you to pass." "Hmm?" "Life followeda common pattern forthe young men ofCoatbridge." "As their fathers and grandfathers before them, they went to work in the mills." "For seven years, Peter had paid his way." "When fortunate enough to work full-time, nine hours a day... he earned the equivalent ofnine dollars a week... barely enough to reimburse his stepfather, Mr. Findlay, for room and board... and to pay for the night classes he still stubbornly attended." "Who is it?" "Speak up." "What do you want?" "Oh!" "So it was you who called to me." "Why?" "Now I know what's been holding me back." "I'd forgotten that it was you who calls the signals." "But have I got you right this time?" "Do you really mean what I think you do?" "# Ye'll take the high road and I'll take the low road#" "# And I'll be in Scotland aforeye #" "# Where me and my true love were ever wont to gae #" "# On the bonny, bonny banks #" "# Of Loch Lomond ##" " Son, do you want to waken Mr. Findlay?" " Oh, Mother." " You passed in French?" " I did not." "I flopped as flat as a kipper." "Oh, no." "Then what are you so happy about?" "Uh, not that it isn't good to feel contented with your lot." "Contented?" "Oh, that's a pale word for what I'm feeling." "Tonight in the fog, the heavens opened." "They actually did, and now I know what I'm going to do." "Just when I thought my life was worth nothing, the Lord asked for it... told me he had a use for it and what was his plan for me." "And what's that, Peter?" "He wants me to be a minister." " A minister, Peter?" " Aye." " Aren't you pleased?" " Oh." "My cup runneth over." " But it'll take a bit of doing." " Oh, he knows that... and already he's getting to work on it." " He's sending me to America." " Oh." "Three years later... by working double shifts at the mill, byscrimping andsaving..." "Peter left his beloved Scotland." "With faith and trust in his heart... and $50 in his old brown wallet, he arrived in America." "Now all he had to do was wait for further instructions from the Lord... or as Peter put it, "orders from the chief. "" " Al most." "Whoa!" "That's it." " But the chief took his time in communicating with Peter... as he frequently does with all ofus." "So, while he waited, Peter worked at a variety ofjobs... finally for an excavating company... digging his way across the state of New Jersey... through the blistering heat ofmidsummer... and wondering how all this was bringing him closer to the ministry." "When all seemed futile, God opened a door- the door ofColumbia Theological Seminary in Decatur, Georgia... where fouryears later he was graduated summa cum laude." "I t's most unusual, Peter, for a young m i nister... to begin his career with a choice of calls." "One of them is highly flattering- a large church in Atlanta." "Hmm." "I am flattered and highly honored." "And what's the other call?" "The little town ofCovington, Georgia." "You may take a little time, Peter." "Perhaps there's someone with whom you'd like to talk it over." "Aye, there is, sir." "There is indeed." "Hmm." "Peterput the question squarely before the Lord" "Where did he wish him to begin his work?" "The answer came- the lovely little town of Covington." "After a joyous ministry in Covington..." "Peter received a second call to the large church in Atlanta... a church with an indifferent congregation... and encumbered by debt." "Soon he drew such crowds it was necessary to build a balcony to accommodate them." "For those still forced to stand outside... loudspeakers were installed so that they could hear him preach." "Young people came in droves from the nearby colleges" "Emory, Oglethorpe, Georgia Tech andAgnes Scott." "I was Catherine Wood, the girl in the tan dress... a senior at Agnes Scott College." "Oh, m iss." "Oh, m iss, I'm sorry." "I t's al I right." "Thank you." "For two years, I'd been listening to Peterpreach." "For two years, I'd been living just forSunday mornings." "Was Peter touched by such devotion?" "He didn't know I existed." "There are men and women i n the world today... who say that God orders their lives... guides them in making decisions... provides for their needs, answers their prayers... in ways which are often strange and unexpected." "That is the testimony of my own experience... and there are many here who could make the same statement." "But if you yourselfhave not had that experience in your life... don't be too quick tojump to the conclusion... that we who saythese things are daft, mad." "I n that mood... many of us approach spiritual things." "We come, like Thomas, not doubting... but dogmatically refusing to believe unless we see... as ifwe could pour God into a test tube... as ifintangibles had to become tangible... in order to prove that they were intangible." "There are certain things that must be approached in faith- things that are matters of perception... not of proof." "Beauty is one of them." "How can you prove that anything is beautiful?" "Could you demonstrate to me by logic or reason or by intellect... that the Fifth Symphony or the "Moonlight Sonata" were sheer beauty?" "Can you prove by any method of intellect... why a sunset is beautiful?" "Describe to me scientifically... the haunting, wistful fragrance... of a bunch of violets." "Yet you come here professing the faith... which formore than 19 centuries... has borne witness to spiritual realities... and you ask if one can prove that God exists!" "You ask me to prove it." "How could my tiny mind prove God?" "What kind of a god could my little mind prove?" "You might as well ask the bird to prove the air in which it flies... or the minnow to prove the sea in which it swims." "Let me ask you to prove that you exist." "I'd be interested in hearing you try." "There are mysteries all around us- stirring, wonderful, inexplicable." "Take, for example, the strange phenomenon of falling in love." "Haveyou everasked the question..." ""How will I know when I fall in love?"" "I have." "I've asked it of blondes and brunettes... of redheads and of bald heads- of people everywhere." "And the strange thing is, I've always received the same answer, namely..." ""Don't worry, brother." "You'll know. "" "Love, like beauty... like the haunting, wistful fragrance of violets... is a matter ofperception and experience, not ofproof." "The great things by which we really live... are not proven by logic... but by life." "And as that is true of love and beauty... so it is true of finding God... and learning how close he stands to us." "Let us pray." "It was a fine sermon." "We thoroughly enjoyed it." "Dr. Marshall, as always, you were simply superb..." " but Mary has something to say." " Yes." "Yes, it is an interesting and worth while idea... and we'd be delighted to cooperate." "Good-bye, Dr. Marshall." "Don't mean to eavesdrop, Miss Hopkins, but I couldn't help overhearing'." " That was Dr. Marshall, wasn't it?" " Yes, Emma." "He'd like to borrow one of our girls for a few hours Saturday afternoon." " What's that?" " She'll be one of four students... speaking at a youth rally at Mason Corners." "District has a serious problem- bootleggers enjoying a holiday... peddling their poison liquor to young people." "Hmm." "Mere teenagers their best customers too." " I wonder if" " Miss Hopkins." "Don't go any further." "Don't go searching through that list no further." "There's just one girl- just absolutely one who'll fill the bill." "Pretty, but not gaudy." "Smart and not show-offy." "Talks good." "Nice manners." "It was one of those rare and wonderful moments... when what seems too good to be true is true." "Peter Marshall was calling for me." "A student from Emory was bringing a girl from Oglethorpe... and a fullback from Georgia Tech was coming by himself." "Peter would discover me among the magnolias... reading Sonnets from the Portuguese." "Then it would be Peter and I driving alone together." "Perhaps when we return from the rally... the night would be one of those blowy, mysterious nights I always love so much." "And Mason Corners was 50 miles away." "Miss Wood!" " How do you do, Miss Wood?" " Good afternoon, Dr. Marshall." "Ah." "And this is Miss Standish, our pianist." "How do you do?" "Hello." "On the way back, you'll be more comfortable, Miss Wood." "Our boy from Georgia Tech will driveyou home." "Hey, Willie!" "Save us a seat, will ya?" "Okay!" "Now, the good ladies of Mason Corners have arranged this gathering... for a serious purpose- a Christian purpose." "But whoever said that Christianity can't be fun... or that fun can't be Christian?" "Whoeversaid that the Lord likeda long face?" "He likes us to laugh and enjoy ourselves and enjoy living, and that's what we're going to do." "So to break the ice... supposi ng we start with a song" "What'll it be?" " How about "Tattooed Rosie from New Orleans"?" "Well, I" " I'm afraid I don't know "Rosie,"" "but how would it be ifl sang you an old Scottish song?" "Down in front!" "Well, maybe after the serious business is through... we'll feel more like singing." "Now, the sign at the entrance advertises me as a speaker." "Well, I have a surprise foryou." "I'm not going to speak." "Good!" "You're right." "This is a young people's meeting... and you're going to hear the ideas of young people." "So first, that nice young girl, Jane Whitney... from Oglethorpe University." "Come up, Jane." "Dr. Marshall, I can't." "I just can't!" "Don't worry, Dr. Marshall." "I'll take care of her." " Uh, you come up, Bruce." " Not me, Dr. Marshall." "I plumb forgot my speech." "Well, I've certainly laid an egg." "Dr. Marshall, you're forgetting me." "Oh, no, Miss Wood." "Now, it's no use." "They'll not listen." "If that's because I'm a girl, thank you, boys." "And now, if you'll let me, I'd like to talk, as a girl... to the girls here this afternoon." "I know if you boys will listen, they'll listen too." "And I'm just as sure that the only reason... they've been just as rude and silly as you've been... is because they have the mistaken idea that you wanted them to be." "I never thought much about being a girl... until two years ago... when I learned from a man what a wonderful thing it is to be a woman." "Until that Sunday morning..." "I'd considered myselflucky to be living in the 20th century... the century of progress and emancipation... the century when supposedly we women came into our own." "But I'dforgotten... that the emancipation of woman really began with Christianity... when a girl- a veryyoung girl- received the greatest honor i n history." "She was chosen to be the mother of the savior of the world." "And when her son grew up and began to teach his way of life... he ushered woman into a new place in human relations." "He accorded her a dignity she'd never known before... and crowned her with such glory that down through the ages... she was revered, protected and loved." "Men wanted to think ofher as different from themselves- better, made offiner, more delicate clay." "It remained for the 20th century... the centuryofprogress... to pull her down from herthrone." "She wanted equality." "For 1,900years, she had not been equal." "She had been superior." "T o stand equal with men, naturally she had to step down." "Now, being equal with men... she has won all their rights and privileges- the right to get drunk, the right to swear... the right to smoke, the right to work like a man... to think like a man, to act like a man." "We've won all this... but how can we feel so triumphant... when men no longer feel as romantic about us... as they did about our grandmothers... when we've lost something sweet and mysterious... something as- as hard to describe as" "as the haunting, wistful fragrance of violets?" "Of course, these aren't my original thoughts." "They are the thoughts I heard that Sunday morning." "But from them, some thoughts of my own were born... and the conclusion reached... that somewhere along the line, we women got off the track." "Poets have become immortal... by remembering on paper a girl's smile." "But I've never read a poem rhapsodizing over a girl's giggles at a smuttyjoke." "OrI've neverhearda man brag... that his sweetheart or his wife could drink just as much as he and become just as intoxicated." "I've never heard a man say... that a girl's mouth was prettier with a cigarette hanging out of it... or that her hair smelled divinely of stale tobacco." "I'm afraid that's all I have to say." "I've never made a speech before." "Right on top of that, we've got to have a song." "Let's make it a good one." "# Oh, that old time religion #" "# Oh, that old time religion #" " # Oh, that old time religion It's good enough for me #" "# It was good enough for Moses #" "# It was good enough for Moses #" "# It was good enough for Moses #" "# And it's good enough for me #" "# It was good enough for Daniel #" "# It was good enough for Daniel #" "# It was good enough for Daniel #" "# And it's good enough for me #" "# Oh, that old time religion #" "# Oh, that old time religion #" "# Oh, that old time religion It's good enough for me #" "# Oh, that old time religion #" "#Oh, that old time religion #" "#Oh, that old time religion #" "# It's good enough for me ##" "I want you to know that I was never more impressed in my life, or more flattered... that a young girl likeyou, with all her interests... should be able to remember almost word for word a sermon she'd heard over two years ago." " Oh." " Mind you, it was your own ideas... that really turned the tide." "It'd be very interesting to know what else is in that nice mind of yours." "That's the wonderful discovery I've made about southern girls." "The cake is almost finer than the frosting." "Well, then we southern girls should be very grateful to your fiancée." "My fiancée?" "Who might she be?" "Well, there's been talk on campus that- that she's an Atlanta girl." "Definitely not, and I'd be very glad if you'd correct the rumor." "As a matter off act, I do recall hearing it contradicted." "Someone said you were really engaged to a Scottish girl." "No, that's equally untrue." "Why is everybody always tryin' to force me into matrimony?" "I'll marry when I'm good and ready." "I'm good enough now, but I'm not ready." "If can wait for the Lord to pick out my wife, why can't anyone else?" " The Lord's going to do that?" " Why, certainly." "You mean, he'll pick you out for her too?" "Naturally." "Don't you expect him to do as much foryou?" "Oh." "Perhaps he has already." " Oh." " Well, ifhe hasn't, he will." "# Oh, that old time religion #" "Tomorrow I'm going to call the dean of Agnes Scott College... and tell her she's a woman ofreal discernment." "Strange I never noticed you in church before." " Why?" " Well, even a minister has eyes." "I know it's awfully late, but somehow I hate to say good night." "Finding someone else that thinks likeyou do always puts me in mind of two ships... flashing their lights in a lonely sea." "They may be putting into different ports... but for a moment they knew one another was there." " Would you mind ifl called you sometime?" " Oh, no." "We could, um, have dinner and see a movie." "Yes." "Certainly, one- one night next week." "I'll, um" " I'll call you." " Good night, Catherine." " Good night, Dr. Marshall." "Good night, Peter." "Good night, Peter darling." "One long week ofstonysilence" "Monday, Tuesday..." "Wednesday, Thursday..." "Friday, Saturday." "The longest, unhappiest week ofmy life." "I have come to the conclusion that I place Dr. Marshall on too lofty a pedestal... and that the time has come to make a clean, deep cut." "A big black period marks the end of an unhappy interlude." "I begin tomorrow by going to another church." "Marriage is not a federation of two sovereign states." "It's a union- domestic, social, spiritual and physical." "I t's the fusion of two hearts, the com i ng together of two tributaries... which, after being joined in marriage... will flow in the same channel, in the same direction... carrying the same burdens of responsibility and obligation." "Marriage is a oneness, divine and indivisible." "Peter went on with his sermon... about the holyinstitution ofmarriage... or in Peter's colorful phrasing..." ""the halls ofhighest human happiness. "" "But all I kept hearing over and over was..." ""Marriage is a oneness, divine and indivisible. "" "Aren't you with us?" "Miss Wood." "Green eyes, brown hair, tan dress- "ridiculous little hat. "" "He doesn't miss much, does he?" "I'm Ruby Coleman, Dr. Marshall's secretary." "How do you do?" "Ifit won't interfere with any previous plans... he'd like to haveyou wait a few minutes and driveyou back." "That's very nice of you, Miss Wood." "He needs the fresh air." "Oh, then he's been sick." "Him?" "Ifhe felt any better, I think he'd explode." "He didn't bother to explain why he hadn't called." "He onlysaid that when he saw me in church, it suddenly occurred to him... that it was a beautiful day, and something should be done about it... and didn't I agree?" "So we drove out to Stone Mountain." "The man at the curio store where Peter bought me a souvenir... said that almost every Sunday some foolhardy idiot... broke his leg or got stranded climbing the mountain." "Did that deter Peter?" "Definitely not." "While he climbed down from the mountain..." "I rehearsed a dozen charming little speeches... that would bring us back to where we left off after the youth rally." "But whenever I began one, he would warn me with what I suppose was Scottish thrift... that my ice cream was melting." "Peter took me to dinner at his favorite restaurant." "I saw the romantic glow ofcandlelight... and I thought, "At last. "" " Good eveni ng, Dr. Marshal I." " Good evening." "Thank you." "Thanks." "Have you got a match, Henry?" "The food here's the best in Atlanta, but there's only one drawback." "The gloom's so dense, your fork gets lost between your plate and your mouth." "Nor can you enjoy looking at a pretty girl, if she happens to be sitting oppositeyou." "I was wondering what you thought about my sermon this morning." "It's very important to me that I should know howyou feel, so please be perfectly frank." ""Marriage is the fusion of two hearts..." ""the coming together of two tributaries..." ""which, after being joined together in marriage..." ""will flow in the same direction..." ""carrying the same burdens of responsibility and obligation." "Marriage is a oneness, divine and indivisible. "" " Then you did like it." " Oh, Peter." "Well, that settles it then." "It'll be my talk before the young people's groups... in Baltimore, Philadelphia, Washington." " What did you say?" " Oh, didn't I tell you?" "I'm leaving tomorrow on a two-week speaking tour... but I'll call you the minute I get back." "When you get back, I won't be here." "Why not?" "It'll be all over." "I'll be graduated." "Oh, how could I have forgotten that?" "And you'll be leaving Atlanta?" "To spend the summer with my parents in West Virginia." "In the fall, I begin teaching." "Well, I'm sure you'll be a fine teacher." "As I've told you more than once, you've-you've got a very nice mind." "And know that I'll bewishing you all good luck and happiness." "Thank you." "And I wish you happiness too- all the happiness in theworld." "What's the matter, child?" "What's that man do to you?" "I's glad I's a Baptist!" "I's glad I ain't young!" "Glad I just got a seat in the bleachers." " You lost your hearing oryour mind?" " Oh, Emma, go away." "And let that man come charging up here like a roaring lion?" ""That man"?" "What man?" "Stop asking foolish questions and do something radical to that face." "Oh, Emma." "Oh!" "You'd better go easy with that, honey." "I got a notion that" "What am I saying?" "Oh, I'm a stupid, glaikit lump." "I didn't realize what a shock this must be." "But God just spun me around like a top and said..." ""Peter, you idiot, don't you see this is my grandest plan foryou?"" "Glory, hallelujah!" "What's the matter, darling?" "Oh, Peter, I'm frightened." "Are you sure this is God's will and not just Catherine Wood's?" " I don't know what you mean." " Of courseyou don't." "How could you know that for two years, from the- from the very first moment I saw you..." "I" " I've schemed and- and plotted... and dreamed that somehow this would happen- that, impossible as it seemed... you'd love me too." "Oh, Catherine, this gets more and more wonderful." "I'm not sure that it is." "Maybe you never had a chance." "You hear about the power of thought, about- about willing things to happen..." " that- that the mind is like a magnet and" " Oh, rubbish!" "Don't you know that God plants his own lovely dream in the human heart... and that when the dream is mature... and the time for it is ripe for its fulfillment... well, to our astonishment and delight... his will becomes ours, and ours his?" "Now, who but God could've thought of anything as perfect as this?" "Well, I" " I'll have to consult my calendar... and, uh- and, uh, rearrange my plans." "But with christenings and weddings and speaking dates I'm already committed to..." "I don't see how we can get married till practically the end of the summer." "Does that disturbyou, Catherine?" "Oh." "What could ever disturb me again?" "It was well into fall... before Peter caught up with his busyschedule." "We were married in the old family church in West Virginia... and blissfully set sail for a Cape Cod honeymoon." "Oh, Catheri ne, could anythi ng be fi ner?" "She's a snug little ship." "How long is it going to take us to get to Cape Cod?" "We'll be there in the morning." "I got a whiff from the galley." "I think it's" "Aye, it's roast turkey." " Honey, what's the matter?" " I don't know, but I think I'm seasick." "Seasick?" "You're not." "You couldn't be." " I always get seasick." " But there's no such malady." "It's all in your mind." "I couldn't have married a girl who'd get seasick." "But you did." "And what are you going to do about it?" "Oh, the poor girl." "She really believes it." "It was the most beautiful ofhoneymoons." "Peterfell more than ever in love with the sea... and I fell in love with it too- from the proper distance, ofcourse." "Catheri ne, look!" "Another one!" " Now will you come out?" " No!" "But it's as smooth as glass!" "All right then, be stubborn." "But no self-respecting fish will come near you." " Catherine, your line!" " Ooh!" "Now why don't you say something?" "Well done, Catherine!" "I must've scared it your way." "Oh, good morning, Mr. Briscoe." "Lookwhat I caught." " Yeah." "This came for Dr. Marshall." " Oh." "They thought at the inn it might be somethin'." " Thank you." " Oh, that's all right." "Peter!" "Telegram!" "Open it!" " It doesn't make any sense." "I can't understand it." " Whynot?" "Well, it's- it's from Washington- Washington, D.C." "It says, "Manse redecorated..." ""and awaiting you and Mrs. Marshall." ""Moving van arriving tomorrow." "Kindest regards, Evanston Whiting. "" "Do you know an Evanston Whiting?" "That's Colonel Whiting... president of the board of trustees... of the New YorkAvenue Church, Washington, D.C." " But what does it mean?" " Now, don't get excited." "I wanted nothing to disturb our honeymoon, so I didn't tell you." "Tell me what, Peter?" "That we're not going back to Atlanta." "We're going to Washington." "All summer long, I've been pondering a call to the old New YorkAvenue Church- the church of the presidents- Abraham Lincoln worshipped there." " Aren't you pleased?" " Oh, well, who wouldn't be?" "Let's go." "Oh, wonderful." "Here" " Put it- Put it right there." "That's fine." "Thank you." "You see, Catherine?" "That'll giveyou an idea ofhow cozy it will be." "That's our first call." " Why don't you answer it?" " Well, I can't find the blasted thing." "Catherine, do something!" "Well" " Oh, here." "Follow this cord." "Hello?" "Oh, hello, Colonel Whiting." "Yes, we're getting along beautifully." "Thank you." "Yes." "Yes, I've got it." "All right then." "We'll see you at 8:00 this evening." "Fine." "Good-bye." "Peter, you're not letting anyone come to this house?" "Of course not." "We're going to their home for dinner." "Peter, we can't!" "My hair" " It's a mess, and nothing's unpacked." "There's nothing to worry about." "It's just a friendly evening..." " at Colonel Whiting's little farm in the country." " Oh." " Good evening." " Good evening." "May I?" " Who may I announce, please?" " Uh, Dr. and Mrs. Marshall." "Oh." "This way, please." "Quaint little farmhouse." "Dr. and Mrs. Marshall. welcome to Washington." "This is all my fault." "I told Mrs. Marshall a small, informal dinner." "That's exactly what it is, my dear- just our own special little group." " Please come in." "Come in." " This is our granddaughter Barbara." " How do you do?" " How do you do, Barbara?" "Our new pastor and the lady of the manse." "Uh, an interesting coincidence." "Our first pastor back in those days was also a Scotsman." "He was only 22 when he came to America and took over the pulpit." "That makes me feel much less a stranger." "The church had not yet been built." "Services were being held in the old treasury building... burned by the British in 1812." "Pennsylvania Avenue was a cow path... along which Thomas Jefferson had planted some poplar trees." "Why, nobody knows." "Coal had just come into use, but it was too expensive for us... so Dr. Laurie would come early every Sabbath morning... and start a roaring fire in the old woodstove." "A real, true Scotsman!" "And my great-grandfather supplied the wood." "Also boarded Dr. Laurie without charge." "What a perfectly beautiful heritage." "You know, Dr. Marshall, you don't look like a minister." " Barbara, really!" " Well, Gran, he doesn't." "Well, that's probably because Dr. Marshall isn't wearing his clerical collar." "Look, I'm afraid my obvious deficiencies can't be corrected that easily." "I don't own a clerical collar." "But for the pulpit of the New YorkAvenue Church, you're surely going to acquire one." "Positively not, Miss Fowler." "I couldn't breathe, let alone preach, in one of those things." "Oh, Laura, wait till you hear Dr. Marshall preach." "You won't care ifhe doesn't wear any... collar." "Would anyone like more coffee?" "You did beautifully tonight." "I was very proud of you." "Now, let's drive by the church." " At this hour?" " Mm-hmm." "It's on our way." "Ah, there it is- the church of the presidents." "Abraham Lincoln's church." " We're going in, darling." " But, Peter, it's past midnight." "There's something I have to see." "I can't wait." "I know a southern girl shouldn't be impressed, but" "Well, what do you think I feel?" "From the Coatbridge tube works to Ellis Island to here in only 10 years." "Now, will you please takeyour place in the pastor's pew?" "That's what I had to see- howyou lookwhile I'm preaching." "Always be there, darling." "God had some wonderful plan when he sent us here." "Don't you feel it, Catherine?" "Let's pray that we never let him down... that we serve him in this beloved old church... in this great city of Washington... according to his will." "# A mighty fortress #" "# Is our God #" "# A bulwark#" "# Neverfailing#" "# Ourhelper, he#" "# Amid the flood#" "# Ofmortal ills #" "# Prevailing#" "# Forstill our ancient#" "# Foe #" "# Doth seek to work #" "# His woe #" "# His craft and power #" "# Are great #" "# And armed#" "# With cruel hate #" "# On Earth is not #" "# H is equal #" "# Amen ##" "I t has been said... that a new minister's first sermon... while he is still strange to his congregation... and his congregation strange to him... frequently has far-reaching repercussions." "You haveyour ideas of what your pastor should be... and your pastor has his ideas of what your church should be." "I have come, practicallyas a stranger... to this imposing old church... a church whose history is almost as old as this country... a church whose traditions and legends I respect and find thrilling and exciting." "Now, historyand tradition and legends are fine." "We couldn't live without the past... but past glory has never been enough for a nation... or a church or even an individual." "There's always the all-important now and the more important future." "I look out this morning... on a church not even half-filled." "Now, this in no way injures my personal pride, myvanity." "I'm not here to recruit fans for a fellow named Peter Marshall." "Nor am I here to sell anything." "That which we callsalvation- anda most comprehensive term it is- is a free gift." "You can't buyit." "Neither can you earn it." "It's not a reward dangling before the Christian like a carrot before a mule." "I t's not somethi ng that the church has to peddle." "And probably no idea hurts me more... than suggesting that I am a salesman... endeavoring to sell people on the idea of religion." "I resent it bitterly." "Religion is not forsale." "It's given away." "So today... as I start my ministry in this hallowed old church..." "I think it only fair to explain... that it isn't the church or religion... that I'm trying to present, but Christ." "Not the pale, anemic, namby-pamby Jesus- the gentle Jesus, meek and mild- but the Christ of the Gospels... striding up and down the dusty miles of Palestine... suntanned, bronzed, fearless... the knuckles big in his carpenter's hands" "the Christ who upset the moneylenders- the Christ who had a good time at weddings... and who would not allow his host to be embarrassed by running short of wine- the Christ who loved people- all kinds of people... but particularly red-blooded folk... for he himselfwas red-blooded" "the Christ who calleda spade a spade... and who let the chips fall where theymight." "Not the Jesus of the perfumed cloisters ofpious sentiment... but the man who walked the streets of the city, stopping here and there... to pass the time ofday in places where you and I could not afford to be seen... and getti ng a huge kick out of it!" "Let us be honest." "Let us recognize that the kind of people that Christ liked best... were not the kind that the average church appeals to at all." "Think of the people whom he personally invited to be his friends." "Peter and Andrew, James and John- fish merchants!" "Zacchaeus and Matthew- unpopular tax collectors." "Saul of Tarsus- an aristocrat, a persecutor of the church." "Mary Magdalena- once a prostitute." "Joanna, wife of Herod's chancellor- a so-called society woman." "There are" " I'm sure- in Washington... countless people who fall intojust this category." "We cannot afford to be indifferent to them." "We must invite the sophisticates, the irreligious... the lost and the lonely." "We must extend to them our fellowship and introduce them to Christ." "That is our busi ness, nothi ng else." "For Christ likes people, all kinds of strange people... people whom we might have to think twice about before cultivating." "He wants them." "He enjoys their life and vigor." "He wants to hear laughter, a joke... ifit's a good one." "A man ofsorrows and acquainted with grief, that he was." "But it was in order that our joy might be full." "That is the Christ that I know." "That is the Christ that I would have dwell in this historic old church... his big carpenter's hands stretched out in welcome." "Let us pray." " A most auspicious beginning, Dr. Marshall." "Most auspicious." " Thank you very much." " You surely gave us something to think about." " Thank you very much." " How are you, Barbara?" " Back in the fold." "You just brought in your first sheep." "Barbara, whatever in the world do you mean by that?" "This child's gone to church all her life." "Just like I go to the dentist- every six months." "You know, the other night, I knewyou were different." "Now I knowyou're just the greatest, and I'm spreading the word." "Thank you, Barbara." "Good morning, Miss Fowler." " How are you, Mrs. Peyton?" " Dr. Marshall, you've simply got to do something." "Laura" " Miss Fowler's frightfully upset." "Aye." "So I gathered." "Could you tell me why?" "It all started the other night really- you know, about the collar?" "And then this morning just added fuel to the flames." " How do you mean?" " Well, it was mostly little things... like making the Lord seem almost common... and calling a spade a spade and letting the chips fall." " Is that all?" " Oh, dear." "Maybe I shouldn't have spoken to you." "Please don't be upset or hurt, but she thinks that you, an immigrant... have no right to invite just anybody into New YorkAvenue." "I can't stay." "She might imagine that you and I have been talking about her." "I'm one who came uninvited, Dr. Marshall, and I liked your sermon... particularlytheway the chips fell where they might." "That's very kind of you, sir." "To a stranger from the Middle West... this old church and all that goes with it is very exciting." " Are you a visitor in Washington?" " More or less." "Just make your self at home." "Go downstairs... and see the Lincoln Parlor and all the old documents." "Thank you." "I'll admit you shook us up a bit, but we've decided we can stand it." "As you your self foresaw, there'll be repercussions." "But as a businessman, I know that when you hire new blood, you get new ideas." " Sometimes they're good." " Well, gentlemen, I must admit I'm very much relieved." " Did you knowyou drew a United States senator?" " I did?" "I've never even seen a United States senator." "Senator Willis K. Harvey." "Odd chap." "Met him at a luncheon the other day." "Well, I hope he comes back again." "The Lord could do with a few senators- and vice versa." "But, boy, it's simply incredible." "Weather like this, and every inch of the church packed- the lecture rooms, the chapel- and still those hundreds standing outside." "How do you feel when you see something like this?" "Scared, sir." "Scared to death." "It's when I do my hardest praying." "Haven't these people any churches of their own?" "So much influenza going around too." "Oh, my!" "# A mighty fortress #" "# Is our God #" "# A bulwark#" "# Neverfailing#" "# On Earth is not#" "# His equal#" "# Amen##" "Sure is a stormy one." "Well, after four stormyyears at New York Avenue, I'd say it's very appropriate." "Maybe that's why Mrs. Marshall selected it as an anniversary present." "Of course, to tell you the truth, I gently guided her... towards the gallery where it was to be found." "She gave it to me with the stipulation that she didn't have to look at it." "Well, that's our gain." " How is Mrs. Marshall?" " At 9:00 this morning she was feeling fine." "At 6:00 this evening she was feeling even finer." "I'd better get the latest bulletin." "How are you feeling, darling?" "Oh, that's fine." "Nice considerate son you're having." "Well, of course, it's going to be a boy." "Yes, sir." " Hey, Senator Harvey." " Good evening." " I thought it was you." "We haven't seen you for a long time." " I've been around." "Watch it." "Um, can I give you a lift any where?" "No." "That is, nowhere in particular." "What do you mean by that, "nowhere in particular"?" "I was wondering if you'd like to go someplace and have a sandwich." "Why, I'd love to." "What's wrong, Senator?" "I'm not a senator, Peter." "You mean, all this time you've been an impostor?" "No." "I've been just what I was sent here to be... a name on the Senate roster." "Didn't you know that I was only serving out the term of the late Senator Pine?" "Oh, I probably did, but I never thought much about it." "He was killed in an accident his first year in Washington." "The big boys back home were caught short." "They wanted another Joe Pine." "So, they played it safe." "They looked around for someone with... n- not so much a clean slate as a- a blank one." "I was appointed." "Nothing was expected of me but to hold down a seat... vote the way they wanted me to." "Like "yes" on the Cheavers' Land Bill tomorrow." "Do you like that bill?" "The boys back home do." "Several million acres of timber will be cut." "The state will have a fresh crop of millionaires." "And then next spring... thousands ofsmall farms will be flooded and washed out." "I see." "You know, you-you have a strange... maybe even dangerous effect on a stodgy little guy like me." " Dangerous?" " Yeah." "You make me think I'd like,just once... to stand on a hill and- and feel the wind in my face." "You know, you don't have to look far to find your hill." "I might also find that there was no demand... back at our state university... for the services of a reasonably fair history professor... once my time is up." "Thank you." "Thank you, Peter." "In again, out again." "Gone again, Finnegan." "Boy, we sure earn our money taking care of you." "How'd the luncheon go?" "What'd you tell those bankers?" "That "In God We Trust" is on a thin dime as well as on a silver dollar." "Yes, sir." "A call from the superintendent of the Naval Academy at Annapolis." "You're invited to speak in the chapel a week from Sunday." "The Naval Academy?" "Ah, tell the superintendent I'd be greatly honored." "Another acceptance." "General and Mrs. Eisenhower... will attend the St. Andrew's Day dinner." "Well, any more good news today?" "Senator Harvey called." "I-I'm not sure that I have his message straight." "He said something about a hill and the wind orthe breeze... or something being very refreshing." "Uh, does that mean anything to you?" "A lessening of tension as Tokyo announces that Special Envoy Saburo Kurusu... is en route to Washington to meet with Cordell Hull and Ambassador Nomura." "However, the big news today on Capitol Hill... is the defeat of the controversial Cheavers' Land Bill." "The deciding vote came by way of a bombshell." "It was cast by Senator Willis K. Harvey." "On the other side ofCapitol Hill" " So, that was what he meant." " That was it, Miss Crilley." " But what a strange way of putting it." " Aye." "Strange and mysterious, like the ways of the Lord." "I don't feel right about this sermon." "There's something wrong with it, and I can't put my finger on it." "I'll read a page or so, then maybe you could tell me." ""Everyone agrees that we of the 20th century..." ""have made far more advances in the scientific world... than we have in the world of morals and ethics. "" " Peter, I hate to interrupt" " Why, is it that bad?" "No." "I'm sure it's wonderful." "But I think you'd better get me to the hospital right away." "Catherine!" "Peter, I thought you'd be halfway to Annapolis by this time." "I had to have one more look at him." "And, believe it or not, he's grown a good inch since 6:53 this morning." "Good-bye, darling." "I'll call you as soon as I get back." "And thank you, Catherine." "Thank you for the bonnywee laddie." "Thank you for my son." "# Eternal Father #" "# Strong to save #" "#Whose arm doth bind #" "# The restless wave#" "#Who bidd'st the mighty ocean deep #" "They're so young." "So young and fine." "Something wrong, Dr. Marshall?" "I can't throw off the feeling that the sermon I've prepared isn't the right one." "It's been haunting me all week." "Well, then, by all means, say what you like." "I think I shall." "Thank you." "James, fourth chapter... 14th verse." "For what is your life?" "It is even a vapor... that appeareth for a little while... then vanisheth away." "What a queer thing for James to say." "It's a strange statement to find in the New Testament, is it not?" "Is he being cynical?" "Is he joking?" "Well, hardly." "If you look at the context in which this statement appears... you will see that James is speaking to those... who make great assumptions as to the future... with never a thought of the contingency of life itself." "He's addressing himself to those who never think ofGod... and who act and live as though they had a mortgage on time... thosewho give no thought to the fact that they may never see tomorrow... those who act as though they had a long lease on life... as though they had immunity somehow... as though that cold and clammy hand of the dread messenger... would never touch their hearts." "Yet, death inevitablycomes... to the king in his palace... the beggarbythe roadside... the animal in his hole." "But what is death?" "I s it to be blown out like a candle in the wind?" "Is it a shivering void in which there is nothing that lives?" "Is it a cold space into which we are launched... to be evaporated orto disappear?" "Arewe to believe that a half-mad eternal humorist... tossed the worlds aloft and left their destiny to chance?" "That a man's life is the development of a nameless vagrancy?" "That a hole in the groundsix feet deep is his final heritage?" "There are a thousand insane things easier to believe than these." "How can we believe that human personality wi I I not survive... when one who went into the grave and beyond... came back to say..." ""Whosoever believeth in me shall not perish... but have eternal life. "" "In a home of which I know... a little boy, the only son... was ill of an incurable disease." "Month after month, the mother had tenderly read to him... nursed him and played with him... hoping to keep him from realizing... the dreadful finality of the doctor's diagnosis." "But as the weeks went by and he grew no better... the little fellow gradually began to understand the meaning of the term "death,"" "and he too knew that soon he was to die." "One day, the mother had been reading to him the stirring tales... of King Arthur and his knights of the Round Table..." "And of that last glorious battle in which so many fair knights met their death." "As she closed the book... the boy lay silent for a moment... then asked the question that had been weighing on his childish heart." ""Mother, what is it like to die?" "Mother, does it hurt?"" "Quick tears sprang to her eye, and she fled into the kitchen... supposedly to tend to something on the stove." "She knew it was a question with deep significance." "She knew it must be answered." "She leaned for an instant against the kitchen door and breathed a hurried prayer... that the Lord would not let her break down in front of the boy... that he would tell her what to say." "And the Lord did tell her." "Immediately she knew how to explain it to him." ""Kenneth," she said, as she returned to his room..." ""you remember how when you were a little boy..." ""you would play so hard all day..." ""that when night came you were too tired even to undress..." ""and would tumble into your mother's bed and fall asleep?" ""In the morning, much to your surprise..." ""you would wake up and find yourself in your own room in your own bed." ""You were there because someone had loved you and taken care of you." ""Your daddy had come with big strong arms and carried you to your own room." ""Kenneth, death is like that." ""We just wake up one morning..." ""to find ourselves in the other room" ""our own room where we belong... because the Lord Jesus had loved us. "" "The lad's shining, trusting face looking up into hers... told her that there would be no more fear... only love and trust in his little heart... as he went to meet the Father in heaven." "He never questioned again." "And several weeks later, he fell asleep... just as she had said." "That is what death is like." "Yet, in the life beyond... the question inevitably comes..." ""With what body do we move?"" "Certainly not with such a body as ours is today." "Not with rickets or a clubfoot." "Not with twisted spine or withered arm." "Not with calloused hands or wrinkled brow." "Not with a heart filled with the broken glass ofvanquished dreams." "Not with the drunkard's thirst like the fires ofhell... nor the sensualist's lust like gnawing worms." "Not with the bitter memories of a son's crime or a daughter's shame." "Not with the scar across the throat that the maniac's frenzy made." "No!" "Not with these do we make our entrance upon that largerstage." "We rise, not clothed again in dying clay... not garbed once more with the faded garments of mortal flesh... but with the shining mercy ofGod." "If the Bible is true... and Christ has not deceived us... there awaits beyond the curtain... a life that will never end... a life of beauty andpeace andlove." "A life ofreunion with loved ones... who, like ourselves... have trusted in the verypresence ofGod." "There shal I be no more pain... no more sorrow... nor tears, nor parting, nor death anymore." "Age shall not weary nor the years condemn." "We shall enter into that for which we were created." "It shall be the journey's end for the heart... and all its hopes." "It shall be the end of the rainbow for the child-explorers ofGod." "We have his promise for that." "Let us pray." "Our fathers' God... to thee who are the author of our liberty... and under whom we have our freedom... we say our prayer." "Make us ever mindful that we are the heirs of a great heritage... and the trustees of priceless things... lest we forget the price that was paid for them... or the cost that mayyet have to be met to keep them." "Make us strong, O God, in conviction... with the insight of our perilous times... and in the courage for our testing." "Amen." "Dr. Marshall." "I only know I had to give that sermon." " Can I give you a lift?" " Thank you, sir." "Ladies and gentlemen, we are interrupting this program... to bringyou an important announcement." "The Japanese have attacked Pearl Harbor, Honolulu from the air... and all naval and military objectives of the island ofOahu... the principle American base in the Hawaiian Islands." "Attention all military and naval personnel... all leaves are canceled." "Return at once to your bases." "I repeat, return at once to your bases." "Please stand by for further announcement." "Wil I you let me out, si r?" "I 'I I catch a ride back." "Now came the waryears." "Peter made tours ofcamps... spoke at bond rallies, visited army and navy hospitals." "With the influx ofmilitary personnel and government workers... his ministerial duties doubled and tripled." "And from Normandy to Okinawa... lonely boys remembered the canteen in the basement of an old Washington church." "# Yes, mares eat oats and does eat oats #" "# And I ittle lambs eat ivy #" "# A kid will eat ivy too Wouldn't you #" "# If the words sound queer and funny to your ear #" "# A little bit jumbled and jivey #" "# Mares eat oats and does eat oats #" "# And little lambs eat ivy #" "# Oh, mares eat oats, anddoes eat oats andlittle lambs eat ivy##" "Sorry." "Girls, it doesn't seem possible, but they went through that last batch of sandwiches." "Reinforcements coming up." "For a senator, you do make the best coffee." "I think it's the egg." "Oh, by the way... did I congratulate you on your recent victory?" " Recent victory?" " Being returned to the Senate, of course." " Oh, that was nearly two years ago." " Oh, my, how time flies." "Well, better late than never." "Congratulations." "Thank you." "What's the matter, Catherine?" "Oh, nothing." "I guess I'm just a little tired." "I'll take it." "You watch my coffee, hmm?" "Thank you, Senator." "Catherine." "# Don'tsit under the apple tree#" " # With anyone else but me #" " Pardon me, lady." "# Anyone else but me Anyone else but me #" "# No, no, no Don't sit under the apple tree #" "# With anyone else but me #" "# Till I come marching home #" "# Don't go wal ki ng down lovers' lane #" " # With anyone else but me # - # No, no, no #" "# Anyone else but me No, no, no #" "# Anyone else but me No, no, no #" "# Don't go walking down lovers'lane with anyone else but me #" "Laura, I'm so happyyou've decided to join us." "And you've brought flowers too." "I have no intention of joining you." "And the flowers are for Mr. Lincoln." "It's my custom, if you remember, to decorate his parlor on the eve ofhis birthday." " Yes, and it's such a sweet custom too." " Hey, ma'am..." " we're fresh out of sandwiches." " Refreshments coming right up now." " I'll take 'em." " Oh, well, thank you." " He's so" " Rude." "Yes." "No!" "Yes." "Good night, Laura." "# From a guy who heard from the guynext doorto me#" "# The girl he metjust loves to pet and it fitsyou to a "T"#" "# So, don't sit under the apple tree #" "# With anyone else but me #" "# Till I come marching home ##" "What's the matter, Willie?" "Don't you like my knuckleball?" "Just get over the plate." "That's all." "Maybe I'm too fast for you." "Now see what you can do with this one." "There it comes!" " Boy, that's a beaut." " Wow." "Don't worry, Willie." "Don't worry." "Oh, good morning." "A great little ballplayer, that Willie Updike." "You mark my words." "We're going to hear from that boy someday." "I'm awfully sorry about the window." "Naturally I'll pay for replacing it." "There's nothing very special about it, is there?" "Oh, you wouldn't think so, Dr. Marshall." "It was only the Abigail Fowler window- a memorial to my grandmother." "Oh, I am sorry, Miss Fowler." " But I'm thankful it's only a small pane." " Yes." "I suppose we should be thankful that the church is standing at all." " Just what do you mean by that?" " I don't think I need to explain." "Now, Laura, we agreed there was to be no bickering... no rehashing of personal grievances." "Now,just what do you mean?" "Is this a censuring committee or something?" "Well, not exactly." "But an incident... possibly a situation, has arisen that requires immediate discussion." "Uh, supposewe adjourn to your study, Dr. Marshall?" "By all means." "Miss Fowler." "Mrs. Peyton, would you sit here?" "Colonel Whiting." "Mr. Peyton." "No, thanks, I'll stand here." " Yes?" " No calls, please, unless it's Mrs. Marshall calling." "Now, what is this situation that's arisen?" "Well, it's the canteen, Dr. Marshall." "Laura" " Miss Fowler- wants to close it up." "Close the canteen?" "Why, I've never heard of anything so fantastic." "I understand howyou feel, Dr. Marshall." "I admit I was wholeheartedly for it in the beginning... but these things can get out ofhand." "Well, is it the- is it the noise you're referring to?" "N" " No." "No one's complained about that." "Well, then what in heaven's name is there to complain about?" "Haveyou evervisited the canteen, Miss Fowler?" "Indeed not." "I've disapproved ofit from the start." "But, as with many of your innovations, I've kept silence." "I can't say I've not been aware of your silences, Miss Fowler." "They've been very eloquent." "How could they be other wise, Dr. Marshall?" "New YorkAvenue Church was my life, my heritage." "It's as if myvery home had been invaded by strangers... invited by a stranger." "And an immigrant to boot." "Sinceyou mention it, yes." "And one deliberately and defiantly alien... to all that this church has stood for." "Oh, I've watched you strolling the streets of Washington in that shirt and coat... belonging at a race meet." "I've watchedyou buildyour ego by changing and uprooting." "I've watched the old things go." "The quartet, an elegant tradition in the New York Avenue Church... replaced by the booming choir of yours." "But, Laura, everybody thinks the choir's better." " Please let her go on, Mrs. Peyton." " I'm almost finished." "I could bring up a hundred affronts that I've endured without protest." "But the other night when I visited the church... and found the lecture room where Mrs. Hathaway conducted her Bible class... turned into a cabaret... the Lincoln Parlor desecrated" "The Lincoln Parlor?" "Oh, it wasn't anything so terrible." "I mean, it wasn't anything you couldn't see in any park these days." "But maybe it was a little out of place on Mr. Lincoln's sofa." "So that's what all this is about?" "Ayoung sailor and a girl?" " Then you did know about it." " Certainlyl knew." "I turned it over to them." "I even told them to lock the door." "It's too bad they didn't." "We're all adults, Dr. Marshall, and reasonably broad-minded..." " but I think in this instance" " Where else could those two kids go to be alone?" "Where in Washington could they even find a doorstep in these days?" "As an immigrant and an alien..." "I can't claim to know Mr. Lincoln as well as you people... but I don't believe that he minded a bit... that those two spent their poor little two-hour honeymoon in his parlor." "Honeymoon?" "That's right." "That's all they had." "I married them round 7:00 that night." "He was shipping out at 9:00." "She was a little girl from an Iowa farm... a government worker, one of these strangers..." "I permitted to invade New YorkAvenue Church." "He was a boy from California." "They met in this canteen." "Hello?" "Oh, hello, Catherine." "All right, darling." "In about 10 minutes." "All right." "Good-bye." "My wife has a medical appointment." "Our son will be alone, so I must go home." "As for the canteen, it stays open, oryou can find yourselves a new minister." "Now are you being fantastic, Dr. Marshall?" "True, there was a slight misunderstanding, but it's been cleared up." " Sure, a case of mistaken identity." " Oh, Dr. Marshall... if onlyyou had let me know about that sweet little couple..." "I could have baked them a cake." " Where's the kitchen?" " Uh" " Oh, right here." " Oh." " A fine, big, cozy kitchen... with a great pot ofScotch broth steaming away... and shortbread in the oven." " Which reminds me, are you hungry?" " Yes." "So am I." "Mommy!" "Hi." "Hello, Peter John." "Will you excuse us for a minute, Peter John?" "Why don't you play down here for a while?" " Can I melt some ice cubes in the kitchen?" " All right." "What's the matter, Catherine?" "I have tuberculosis." "There's no need to be afraid of me." "I asked the doctor." "I asked all three doctors." "It isn't dangerous." "I can't give it to you or to Peter John." "It's" " It's what's known as a closed case." "Dr. Blackwants you to call him." "He'll tell you all about it." "But this doesn't mean that- that you've got to go away?" "Oh, no." "Just to bed for three or four months." " That's not too bad." " How can you say that?" "Who'll look after the house?" "Who'll take care of Peter John?" "I don't know, but there'll be somebody." "Not every maid in Washington's on the swing shift." "Now, darling, you go and change." "I'll turn your bed down." "What about dinner?" "I think Peter John's throwing something together now." "Hello, darling." "How's everything?" "Oh, all sparkling excitement." "I can hear the cars passing in the streets." "Once in a while a bird comes and sits on the sill." "Oh." "Poor Catherine." "Why do you say that?" "Why don't you tell me that everything's going to be all right?" "Or are you simply reconciled to all this?" "Oh, darling." "I'm sorry." ""Miss Myrtle Bixby. " Who's she?" "A little girl who used to live next doorto me when I was seven." "She had beautiful red hair, and I was jealous ofit." "So I told the other kids it was dyed." ""Mr. R.J. Ross of Keyser High School"?" "My algebra teacher." "I cheated in a final examination." "Other wise, I wouldn't have passed." "And "Mrs. Lionel Eaton"?" "A girl from Agnes Scott." "We had a fight... overyou as a matter off act." "I'm writing to everyone in my past life that I ever did a mean thing to or- or thought a mean thought about or- or cheated or deceived." " But why?" " Because I've tried everything else." "There must be something I've done to someone." "There has to be some reason for this." "Now, you know better than that." "God doesn't send misfortune by way of retaliation." "But I have to do something." "I" "You don't realize what it's-what it's like lying here month after month." "Yes, I do." "No, you don't." "You couldn't." "You're-You're healthy and strong and- and alive." "Daddy!" "I promised to take him to the zoo." "Come on." "You drink up your milk." "If it'll makeyou feel any better, I'll mail these." "Please." "Peter?" "Peter, you still pray for me, don't you?" "You haven't given up?" "Oh, Catherine." "Do you wonder we're baffled?" "One could say that for almost three years... your wife has been standing at a crossroads... without taking a step in either direction." "She's had every new test, every treatment known to science." "We've even used her as a guinea pig." "I wish I could offer as much as a word of encouragement... but I wouldn't even dare to do that." "Well, thank you, Doctor." "I appreciate your seeing me after hours." "Anytime, Dr. Marshall." "Something wrong with the furnace." "Oh, God, what's happened to us?" "You and me." "Whatever it is, it- it's got to be my fault." "As I told Catherine when she said there must be some reason... you don't punish." "Could it be that I've" "I've presumed on your friendship... and you're just putting me in my place?" "Did I get a little fatheaded... perhaps reading into your plans more than you meant... or interpreting them conveniently in my own direction?" "Perhaps Miss Fowler was right." "I was just building my own ego under the pretense ofbuilding foryou." "Oh, I know there are ministers... doing a much betterjob foryou than I am... and not making nearly as much noise about it." "Maybe I like this town too much." "Maybe I'm just standing off... watching myselfwalk down Pennsylvania Avenue... saying, "Hello, Mr. Ambassador. "" ""How are you, Mr. Senator?" "Good morning, Mr. Vice President. "" "Thinking that Peter Marshall sure has come a long way." "Well, I haven't, Lord." "I'm way back there." "I haven't as much and I'm not as much as I was when I was- when I was working with one of these." "Oh, Lord, why can't I get through to you anymore?" "You know there's nothing I want so much in my life as to help Catherine, but..." "I can't do it by myself." "I can't do anything without you." "Surely Jesus had the power to lift from the dust of disease... the flowers whose stems had been crushed or withered in the mildews ofhuman misery." "There came to this woman from Galilee... the assurance that ifshe could but touch him, even if onlythe hem ofhis garment... shewould be cured ofher awful malady." "As this thought burned itselfinto her mind... herfaith was curiously stirred as it wrestled in the birth throes of a great resolve." "It was daring, fantastic perhaps, but it was worth trying." "It could only fail... and shewas no strangerto failure." "Thus reasoning, she pushes her waythrough the dense throng." "People get in theway." "Now she is desperate." "He must not pass so near and yet so far away." "Is she to lose this opportunity?" "She must touch him." "Now she can almost reach him." "At last,just as he passes, she is able to reach out her hand... and with the tip ofherfinger she touches his robe." "It was enough." "God, I've tried." "But I can't touch you." "My faith's worn out." "I can't beg or beseech or demand anymore." "I haven't the strength of that woman in Galilee." "I can't fight my way through what ever wall there is between us." "I've done everything I've known how to do." "If you want me to spend the rest of my life as an invalid... here I am." "Do whatever you want with me." "Catherine!" "Catherine." "I knew it." "I knew it." "Halfway through the sermon it was as though a voice said..." ""Catherine's all right." "Catherine's all right. "" "Yes, but- but, Peter, it worked backwards." " I told him he didn't have to do anything." " That's all he was waiting for." "He just wanted the gift of every bit of you." "Oh, my darling." "Ofcourse, the miracle wasn't complete." "But the next daythe doctors admitted the change and marveled at it." "They advised continued rest, but a change ofscenery." "So Peter made the down payment on a little house on the Cape... and there we spent the summer." "All my life I will recall it as the happy summer." "Peter painted the shutters blue... and planted the little red roses that reminded him ofScotland." "And he and Peter John built a boat." "I expected the boat to sink first time out, but it proved seaworthy." "And two old salts sailed the bounding Maine." "A bonny boat, eh?" "Aye." " And a bonny surprise for Mother." " Aye." "But we'll have to handle this with exquisite tact." " It's her house, and it has to be her decision." " Well, gosh, Dad... she's just got to sayyes." "Good night." "Gee whiz." "Now, you watch it." "With your Agnes Scott mother... you're liable to "gee whiz" yourself right out of this deal." "What are you two trying to put over?" " His name's Jeff." " And smart." "Boy." "Gosh, I'm so glad you're crazy about him." " Aye, a bonny boat." " Aye." "When we return next summer, you'll be big enough to handle heryourself." " Aye." " Hey, you're locking up my book." "All the books are packed and in the car." "A little paperback called The Case of the Perfumed Mouse?" " I think so." " Well, I hope so." "I can't spend the winter wondering whether it was the blonde who murdered the redhead..." " or whether it was the fellow in the closet." " Well, of course not." "Hey, where's Jeff?" "We can't go without Jeff." " Jeff's packed and in the car too." " Oh, boy." "Aren't you wonderful?" "You wear well, darling." "Yep, our quiet days are over." "As of right now." " Hi, Mrs. Marshall." " Hello, Lyle." "Eddie." "Oh, I'm afraid you'll have to slide out on this side, Dr. Marshall." "Peter John." "Hiya, Doc." "You sure look good." "What's the matter, Doctor?" "Oh, it's nothing- nothing, I'm sure." "How are you boys?" "I've got to rush." "I'll see you after services." " Good morning, Dr. Marshall." " Good morning." "It isn't that I grew soft and lazy on vacation." "It isn't that I've prepared no sermon." "It's that ministers are mortal... and are subject to human weaknesses." "Suddenly, and for no reason that I can think of..." "I'm homesick." "I want to talk about Scotland- that brave, that lovely little land... who, when parting with a son... keeps forever a piece ofhis heart." "No matter where a Scotsman goes... how high he climbs... or how low he burrows... there are times... as with me as I stand in this pulpit... when the smell ofrain-soakedheather... is so close in his nostrils" "I'll have to ask you to forgive me." "I know I'm acting very strange." "I'm feeling very strange." "I can tell you very little now, Mrs. Marshall." "It might be a muscular spasm." " It might be a coronarythrombosis." " I don't know what that means." "It means that it could be very serious." "Very serious indeed." " I'll call you this evening." " Thank you, Doctor." "Excuse me." "Okay." "Why can't I see Daddy?" "Come, Catherine." "I'll driveyou home." "Come, Peter John." "When we came home, Peter John and I prayed." "Peter John's prayer was simple." "All he asked was, "Please don't let my daddy die. "" "I asked that God would take away my icy fear." "The doctor's call told us the worst." "It was a thrombosis." "Peter had less than a fighting chance." "As word ofPeter's critical condition spread... a fountain ofprayer rose to the very heavens." "Letters and telegrams arrived by the hundreds... all with the same message" ""Praying for Peter. "" "A few days later, the crisis passed." "Here we are at the end of the thi rd i nning of this nip and tuck ball game... with a score of Senators three, Cleveland two." "This is gonna be a big year for us." "I'd preferyou took no rooting interest, Dr. Marshall." "In fact, I could make it an order." "So you could." "But why?" "Dr. Marshall, if you were an ignorant man, I might try to deceiveyou." "But since that isn't the case, I'm going to be frank." "You came very close to not pulling through." "Oh, I know that." "But don't hand yourselfany bouquets." "You had nothing to do with it." "God just didn't happen to want me." "Catherine, will you please resume walking like a normal woman?" "I'm simply following the doctor's instruction." "Does he give ballet lessons on the side?" "Oh, Peter, this is nothing tojoke about." "He only let you come home a week early on certain conditions." "No noise, no excitement... no walking up and down the stairs." "And you just can't be trusted." "I can't?" "I left the house for an houryesterday- one hour- and you washed the dog." "Now, see how you exaggerate." "Peter John washed the dog." "I" " I merely looked on." "The dog was washed in the basement." "You walked downstairs and you walked up again." " And you called Miss Crilley." " Well, that's only because... you've embroiled the poor girl in a conspiracy." " She only gives me half my messages, half my mail." "Hello." "Oh, hello, Senator Harvey." "You're returning Peter's call?" "About a little bridge game this evening." "Mmm,just the three ofus." "You tell him to be around at 7:00 and to be on his toes." "About 7:00, Senator Harvey." "This is going to be my first sermon when I return to my pulpit." "Peter." "You knowyou can't go back for at least a year, maybe longer." "I'm going back next week." "When God spared me, patched up my heart... he meant that he still had something for me to do on this side." "Peter, sometimes I think you want to leave us." "Don't be silly, Catherine." "I'll never leaveyou." "Believe that." "And take the properview." "Years ago in the fog I gave myself and everything I had... or ever would have, to the Lord." "And not in half measure." "My text is taken... from the first book of Kings... chapter 18 and verse 21." "If the Lord be God, then follow him:" "but if Baal, then follow him." "The leaders of ancient Israel... including the king, had come together to make a great decision." "It was a national emergency." "Elijah the prophet had summoned them to meet on Mount Carmel... to settle no less a question than whom they should worship." "William Penn has said that men must be governed by God... or they will be ruled by tyrants." "Here then was a Hebrew prophet... facing the very same issue and making his people face it with him." "They all knew the history of their nation... how God had led their fathers out ofbondage... into a new land as pioneers... how his holy law had been written into the nation's constitution... how the Ten Commandments had become for them a bill of rights... and a declaration of dependence." "Butsomething in the nation's life had begun to fade." "Moral decay hadset in." "They had begun to love things more than principles." "They had become materialists." "And materialism had a god... a god of the flesh... and his name was Baal." "Now, El ijah saw the danger." "He saw what would happen to the nation when its moral fiber was weakened." "So, he summoned the 450 prophets of Baal... the king and the nation's leaders." "It had to be either-or." "They had to get on one side or the other." "You remember the dramatic test, the trial by fire... how, on the parched, sunbaked slopes of Carmel..." "Elijah announced his proposed test." "Let sacrifices be laid upon the altar." "Let him be God who would send down fire and consume the offerings." "And let Baal and his priests have the first inning." "Then began the weird, pagan performance... with Elijah jibing at them with pointed sarcasm..." ""Cry louder, why don't you?" "Cry louder." "He is a god you are crying to, isn't he?" ""Perhaps he's gone for a walk." "Per adventure he's asleep." "Cry louder." "Wake him up. "" "All day long he taunted at them until hoarse with their shouting... wearied with their paganistic dancing, they were exhausted." "Yet no voice spoke." "No voice answered." "Then Elijah went over to an abandoned Jehovah altar... set upon it a sacrifice... and offered his prayer to Jehovah... not ranting or foaming or shouting." "And the answer came in fire which consumed the offering." "Then the people looking on cried as they fell on their faces..." ""The Lord" " He is God." "The Lord" " He is God. "" "Now, I suggest to you... that America needs a prophet today... a prophet who will set before the nation... the essential choices." "I n the words of that great poet and essayist, J. B. Holland..." ""God, give us men!" ""Men whom the lust of office does not kill..." ""men whom the spoils of office cannot buy..." ""men who possess opinions anda will..." ""men who have honor;" "men who will not lie..." ""men who can stand before a demagogue..." ""and damn his treacherous flatteries without winking!" ""Tall men, sun-crowned, who live above the fog... in public duty, and in private thinking. "" "Millions of people in America... live in moral fogs." "They move in a sort of spiritual twilight." "Modified immorality, modified dishonesty... is the practice of millions more." "Surely the time has come for us to be honest about it." "Ifwe have thrown away our national heritage... ifwe no longer believe that this nation was founded under God... if, contrary to what is stamped upon our coins... our trust is not in God but in Baal, let us say so." "Let us, at least, not be hypocrites." "Yes, like the ancient Hebrew nation..." "America needs a prophet like an Elijah... a prophet who will have the ear of America and who will say to her now..." ""If the Lord be God, then follow him." "But if Baal, then follow him and go to hell. "" "Let us pray." " Good morning, Dr. Marshall." " Good morning, Miss Fowler." " You seem quite natural." " I'm afraid so." "A little memento of your return." "Why, Miss Fowler." "May I open it?" "Oh, nothing really." "Just a little button... that I clipped from an old jacket that I thought perhaps you might enjoy having." "Why, I'm overjoyed, Miss Fowler." "Uh, did it come from someone in your family?" "A family friend." "A Scottish immigrant." "His name was Jones-John Paul Jones." "Why, Miss Fowler, thank you so much." "I can't tell you what this means to me." "That was just her way of telling you that everything is all right." "And everything is." "Good evening." "I mean, good morning, Dr. Marshall." "Against all my betterjudgment, may I present Senators Wiley and Prescott?" " How do you do?" " How do you do, gentlemen?" "What do you mean against your betterjudgment?" " One of my best friends is a senator." " Well, that's encouraging." "Doctor, we have a- for want of a better word- a proposition." "Uh, when would it be convenient for you to talk it over?" " It's rather urgent." " It is?" "Am I being investigated?" "Your head should be if you agree to listen." "Well, now I am curious." "While I'm changing, why don't you go round to my study?" "Not without Catherine." "Catherine?" "Peter John, you gowait in the car." "I need her support." "Peter Marshall, Chaplain of the United States Senate?" "I" " I" " I couldn't be more highly honored... or more taken by surprise." "And that this should happen today... the 1 Oth anniversary of my becoming an American citizen." "Peter, you can't consider it." "Peter, I oweyou a great debt... and I mean to repay that debt by keeping you from doing this." "I'm afraid we didn't realize the situation." "If the added duties of the chaplaincy would imperil Dr. Marshall's health... we'll merely express our deep regret... and to our colleagues tomorrow, our deep disappointment." "Naturally." "Much as we've wanted this, I" " Thank you, darling." " I'll be waiting in the car with Peter John." "The Senatewill be in order." "Our new chaplain, Dr. Peter Marshall... will offer the prayer." "Our Father in heaven... we pray for the members of this body and their several responsibilities." "Make them see, dear Lord... that you are not the god of any one party... of any one nation or of any one race." "Teach us that freedom may be seen, not as the right to do as we please... but as the opportunity to do what is right." "Give us the courage to stand for something... lest we fall for anything." "Save us from hot heads that would lead us to act foolishly... and from cold feet that would keep us from acting at all." "Create new warmth and love between the members of the Senate... so that they may go at their work, not headfirst, but heart first." "Help us, our Father, to show other nations an America to imitate... an America that loves fair play, honest dealing... straight talk, real freedom and faith in God." "Help us make this God's own country... by living like God's own people." "Amen." "Catherine, I'm afraid you'll have to ask the blessing." "The Lord knows I'm not grateful for turkey hash, and I can't fool him." "# And for bonny #" "# Annie Laurie #" "# I'd lay #" "# Me doon #" "# And dee ##" " That was foryou, my love." " Thank you." "And that concludes our concert for this evening." "It's already 45 minutes past Peter John's bedtime." "Gosh, Mom." "Daddy's home tonight." "Daddy's had a long, hard day too." "You run upstairs and brush your teeth." "I'll be up in a minute." " Uh, Jeff hasn't had his walk yet." " Yeah!" " Don't you want Daddy and me to take Jeff for his walk?" " No." " Oh, let's all go, the four of us." " Oh, boy." "Hi, Jeff!" "." "Hi, Jeff!" "." "Why,just once, couldn't you go to bed early?" "I will, darling, tomorrow night." "Not tonight." "How I love this place." "With all that isn't quite right about it, think of all that is." "You can feel it beating, the pulse of liberty for the world." "I'm so grateful to have been a small part ofit." "Catherine, I'm in great pain." "Would you please call the doctor?" "I'll call the ambulance." "I'll call from downstairs." "Sneaky fellow, isn't he?" "I'll get dressed and come to the hospital with you." "No, you cannot." "You-You can't leave our son." "See you, darling." "See you in the morning." "I'm all clean- brushed my teeth." "What's the matter, Mommy?" "Peter Marshall's final prayer." ""Oh, God, open our eyes..." ""and let us see how simple a man's life can be." "Where we cannot convince"" ""let us be willing to persuade." "For small deeds done are better than great deeds planned. "" "Amen." "With the summer, Peter John and I went back to Cape Cod." "Mr. Briscoe had opened the house." "A friendly neighbor had launched Peter John's boat." "Nothing seemed changed." "Come on, Jeff." "The shutters Peter had painted were just as blue." "The little red roses he had planted were bursting into bloom." "Nothing seemed changed." "No!" "Peter John, no!" "Peter John, you can't take the boat out." " Why?" " You're too little, darling." " Daddy didn't think so." " But Daddy isn't" "Why don't you come with me?" "Don't you remember?" "I can't." "I get" "Please, Mom, just this once." "Please?" "A bonny boat." "Aye." "See you, darling." "See you in the morning."