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The
riiiiver
,
Shall
we
gather
at
the
river
,
That
flows
by
the
Kingdom
of
God
.
"
The
last
note
of
the
last
chorus
faded
off
,
and
there
was
a
moment
of
shuffling
and
coughing
.
She
waited
.
When
they
were
settled
,
she
spread
her
hands
over
them
,
as
if
in
benediction
.
It
was
an
evocative
gesture
.
"
My
dear
little
brothers
and
sisters
in
Christ
.
"
It
was
a
haunting
line
.
For
a
moment
the
gunslinger
felt
mixed
feelings
of
nostalgia
and
fear
,
stitched
in
with
an
eerie
feeling
of
deja
vu
-
he
thought
:
I
dreamed
this
.
When
?
He
shook
it
off
.
The
audience
-
perhaps
twenty
-
five
all
told
-
had
become
dead
silent
.
"
The
subject
of
our
meditation
tonight
is
The
Interloper
.
"
Her
voice
was
sweet
,
melodious
,
the
speaking
voice
of
a
well
-
trained
soprano
.
"
A
little
rustle
ran
through
the
audience
.
"
I
feel
,
"
Sylvia
Pittston
said
reflectively
,
"
I
feel
that
I
know
everyone
in
The
Book
personally
.
In
the
last
five
years
I
have
worn
out
five
Bibles
,
and
uncountable
numbers
before
that
.
I
love
the
story
,
and
I
love
the
players
in
that
story
.
I
have
walked
arm
in
arm
in
the
lion
’
s
den
with
Daniel
.
I
stood
with
David
when
he
was
tempted
by
Bath
sheba
as
she
bathed
at
the
pool
.
I
have
been
in
the
fiery
furnace
with
Shadrach
,
Meshach
,
and
Abednego
.
I
slew
two
thousand
with
Samson
and
was
blinded
with
St
.
Paul
on
the
road
to
Damascus
.
