The Nepal Princess Hitler The Man From India
With moist eyes, I returned to the snow and ice.
“We sing hymns, pray and…, and put some money in the collection plate,” I blurted out.
A hint of smile went across his face, “Why do you sing hymns?” he asked.
I replied, “Hymns are songs. We sing them to praise God.” This much, I knew.
He looked at me with slight disdain, “To praise God? Does the Almighty need your praise? Aren’t you demeaning Him and His compassion and love by this arrogant attitude?” There wasn’t even a hint of reprimand in his voice.