BROOKLYN, N.Y., JUNE 29TH, 1943

BROOKLYN, N.Y., JUNE 29TH, 1943

My Dear ——— , — Grandmother and I were most thankful for your two letters.

We thought much of you after you left Rochester and followed you in our sympathies and prayers. Lately I have been thinking of Isaiah 51: 1 - 7 — Hearken, and how our “waste places” are comforted. No doubt your present circumstances have “waste places”. You may query as to what value they have. Then our “wilderness” — what is it? It will be made like ^[p. 320] Eden. Our deserts are to be like the garden of Jehovah. Thus what seems valueless or worse becomes property of great value. We thus must learn to wait until our property improves! There will then be gladness and joy, thanksgiving and the voice of song.

I was substituting for Allan McDonald at Glenwood on Sunday night and these thoughts came before me. I am sure you will see the point in them ... .

Grandmother unites in warm love.

Affectionately,
Grandfather.