We may believe that narrative preaching remains the most appropriate vehicle for the witnessing of the Name in our day. Much that generally annoys the systematician remains indispensable if one is to do even partial justice to the suprareligious character of preaching.

I know where Eric's house is, but I've forgotten the street name.

The sudden uprearing of a genuine bit of aboriginal agriculturism in the midst of the conventionalities of party politics is always interesting.

And, by the way, during those halcyon days (the halcyon was there, too, chattering above every creek, as he is all over the world) we fought another battle.