We work and play and go to meetin' and put a shin plaster in the box and grow old and narrow and stingy and mean and go up to glory and are turned into saints and angels.

Maybe that's the best thing that could happen to us, but Sarah and I kind o' thought we'd try a new starting place and another route to Heaven." Then we might have seen the countenance of the minister assume a grave and troubled look.

"Samson, you must not pull down the pillars of this temple," he said.
"No, it has done too much for me.

I love its faults even.

But we have been called and must go.