The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1908-01-04

One of the truisms Of life is that
the people do not know or feel the
daily life throb of their own nest.
Some one has said that one half
the world has never caught on to
what is doing in the other half This
axiom is mild, for it is. undoubtedly
true that one third of the people are
left out of the pulsating current that
gurtitates about the other two-thirds.
There is touch of pathos in this
phase of human existence elbowing
the inexorable law of human selfish
ness, and the Granny shrinking quail
ty Of indifference-selishness be-
slowed for the preservation of the
race, yet enibodying the germ that
puts forth fruit and flower through
the evolution of intellect and culture
that soften the human barbarism OF
the heart; and thus I have been led
to reason because / have felt the pull
satlng throb OF simple re-enactment
or the life scene of foreign people
upon our shores.
Quietly and unostentatiously nu-
man hearts chant the same melody
OF home and love beneath the bows of
evergreen pendant with tender recoI-
lections of the far away homeland.
The little Norwegian church on the
corner, sombre in reverence, simple
IN design, the warm, snug berth Of
the seamen's pious devotion, hardly
knows the pulsating current of Pen
sacolian recognition.
Ye SNUG and creeping conceits.
hugging your narrow cells, do YOU
ever seek the sunshine, do Won ever
catch the fantasy of life that hoyers
ABOUT you, did You ever feel the glow
OF a beautiful and simple radiation of
hfe? If not, then get on your best
DID and tucker, and under the starry
heavens wend your way to the Yule-
ude FESTIVE scene at the little Norwe-
g1an church on the corner. in the
heart of old Pensacola, and kindIe
your souls with a generous love and
admiration for the simplicity and
beauty of a real Christian Christmas.
where hearts are trumps in the melody
or a sweet and tender Christmas low.
Z Here in our midst, under the be-
neyolent inspirat ion of Christian
souls, and the tender care of its pas-
tor, is the snug harbor Of the sailors
dream, where the warm hand is ever
extended, and where soul Sentiment
rings true. How many people bis
tering their nature with the seIf-satis-
faction of their ego, and find their
De1nS WlGnln the boundaries of this
old Spanish scene, know that such
an institution exists in their midst
and knowing, how many of them ever
send a vibration of love and Chris
tian cheer to the Christian anchorage
OF the Norwegian sailor boys?
Get out Of your narrow, frigid
churchy shells, and stretch away for
the beautiful God life that vibrates
along the wire of human existence.
and feel the touch OF things about
you. Go down among these .lowly
people and learn simplicity and rug
ged virtue, and drop tear for the
fctcles OF your soul. The tender.
melting melodies OF the songs these
people sing at Christmas time viii
melt your refrigerated Aelfishness.
and make you feel that life aud the
world are beautiful and abounkling
IN love. If you wish to tap the font
OF things. and broaden your human
girth, get out among your fellow men
and catch the sympathetic vibrations
OF their souls; swing hard and far
the message Of peace and good will.
The Norwegians and Swedes are a
most unobtrnsiye people. Rugged in
constitution and quiet in their habit
or life, they furnish the best stock.
with one or two exceptions, OF all the
aliens that land upon American soil