Now, those outside, can you hear all right out there, outside? Well, I’m sorry you have to set there in that sun. It’s awful bad, but we just haven’t, look like, the room right here. Now, every one of us are minded at—at this time when anyone goes to talking about a home, it—it reminds us of—of some similar experience that we’ve all… How many strangers here that’s away from home, let’s see your hand. My, there’s many of you. All right. Frankly, all of us are pilgrims and strangers of this earth. We’re seeking a city to come, whose Builder and Maker is God. Abraham left the land of Chaldee and the city of Ur, going out sojourning, professing to be a pilgrim and stranger, for he was seeking a city whose Builder and Maker was God. Inspiration, something telling him that there was a city somewhere, and Abraham went to find it. And John, on the isle of Patmos saw our future Home coming down from God out of Heaven, where we’re going someday. The great inspiration of God tells us that the Home is just beyond the gloom where we all go.

My Life Story, 1950-08-20, Cleveland, OH, §24