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looked at the magnificent giant pines the words of the poet came to mind:
O Forest, as beautiful as you are,
Life under your canope is fine!"
Now there was a well-worn path in the forest which led to a high peak where a beautiful hut with simple benchs could be seen and where one could read the placque "The Sighing Cabin."
Here in the balsalmic atmosphere of the Black Forest I spent four weeks-worth of mornings and afternoons. The heavens seemed closer to me here that in any other place in Germany.
Wonderful! The cabin has the right name, "the Sighing Cabin." As soon as stepped into it I sighed, "O Lord, what shall I say to the many people next Sunday evening. Grant me an understanding and a passage so that I can bear witness to you before strangers, O beloved Savior, and thus be to their benefit and well-being." Then I sat down on a sighing-bench, took my book to hand and began to read. I came to a passage where I read: "Get away from me with tracts and pamphlets from Methodists and similar sects which preach so-called quick-bleaching conversion.
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