Sameiningin - 01.11.1943, Síða 4

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A Homesick World
By Harald S. Sigmar.
As a minister of the God and Father of our Lord Jesus
Christ, I have a story to tell. Behind it is the pulsing of
Life. In it is God’s message to a broken world, to a suffering
people. The story starts with a homesick world. Nay, rather
does it begin with homesick people. Individuals over the
world are lonesome. Dissatisfaction with life runs rampant
wherever humans dwell. There is reason for this unrest.
Life is not as it should be. People are faced with all manner
of frustration. They fail to attain their highest ends in life.
They seek happiness and run amuck into sorrow. They desire
peace and are driven into war. Always do we face failure
to realize high goals. Everywhere does sorrow seem to
destroy happiness. At all times does war threaten peace;
war in the heart, war in the home, war in industry and
politics. Finally the lid pops! Whole nations become involved.
The world flames up. And now w.e see it at its worst—
Wildfire! Every feeling person is affected. Every home with
heart is troubled. Suffering is on a world-wide scale. Young
men are taken to training camp; young ladies too leave
home to find their place of service. They are homesick.
Parents, small brothers and sisters are left alone at home.
Young brides and oft-times wee babies are left behind.
They are sick at heart and lonesome. A father on his farm and
boys all far away. He is by himself and lonesome. A young
m'an in a teeming .city with millions all about him and,
yet he is alone among the Mulititudes!
Homesickness has engulfed this our world. And in some
measure we are all touched by it. Not only in time of
battle. I know a young man very well who was desperately
lonely. And this was years before the war began for us.
He had all the world could offer; comfort of home, security
of work, loving family and dear friends. It is said that a
complete life needs most of all these three; books, travel,
friends. He had all, but he was lonely. He was homesick in
his own home. Failure to meet life’s highest ends faced
him at every turn. Petty sorrow seemed to swallow up his
joy of living. War was in his heart. He was at war with