The cross of Jesus Christ was to the Greeks foolishness and a
stumbling-block of the Jews. They could not see its meaning;
just as I have walked out on the porch of a north Georgia home
two hours before day, and in the dim starlight I could see
only the faint outline of mountain and hill. I could not tell
what they were. It was an indistinct picture that had in it no
meaning to me. I have gone back to my room and after a while
have walked out on the porch again. The sun had risen on the
scene and bathed hill and mountain and valley in a flood of
light, and then I looked and saw hills and mountains and valleys
and streams that mine eyes had never seen before.--“Famous
Stories of Sam P. Jones.”
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