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THE PROPHET AND THE WORD OF GOD WHENEVER the prophet spoke, his voice flared " like fire " and struck "like a hammer shattering rock" (Jer. 23: 29) . He whipped "a whirling storm that bursts upon the heads of the wicked" (Jer. 23: 19). His words came " from the mouth of the Lord," for the prophet "has stood in the council of the Lord, . . . has heeded His word, so as to announce it" (Jer. 23: 16, 18) . God's word, heard through the voice of the prophets, not only shattered rocks of stubbornness and prejudice, but it also pulled down mountains of pride, and turned the rugged terrain of persecution into the broad valley of peace. God's word laid towards the revelation of "the glory of the Lord" (of. Is. 40: 3-5). Biblical religion, established by the vigorous power of God's word, surrounded its worshippers with peace and security. Never, however, did the true prophets confuse peace with sleep! Though thanking God for the " comfort " and the " delight " of his word, the psalmist still prayed: . that I might be firm, . let me not stray. . I cling to your decrees. . I was prompt and did not hesitate (Ps. 118) .1 For many Israelites of Jeremia's day, as for many Jews and Christians today, God's word erects a wall of false security around a hunchbacked, snub-nosed religion. A lazy, sentimental people think to rest safely within the wall of God's promise, and they say to one another, "Peace shall be yours!" "No evil shall overtake you!" (Jer. 23: 17). Jeremia thunders, "There is no peace!" (Jer. 6: 14). The hammer of God's word had shattered their mind, and 1 This text is from Ps. 118 (119), which was composed under a strong prophetic mfluence. 133 134 CARROLL STUHLMUELLER they had stopped thinking. The prophet crying out the word of God prepared a super-highway so straight and so well paved that even believers raced down it lulled by the monotony of the way, many of them dozing off and crashing! Because of a superstitious trust in the security of the Word of God, the chosen people of Old Testament times provoked Jeremia's scornful indictment: They grow powerful and rich, fat and sleek, They go their wicked way (5: 7 f). Nothing so quickly deforms and destroys the message of the prophets than to accept it passively, with a yawn. Regretfully, God confessed to Isaia, that his word can "make the heart of this people sluggish, to dull their ears and close their eyes " (Is. 6: 10) . Many persons today accept the phrase, " The prophets, God's voice," with a shrug of the shoulders. "Oh, yes!" comes the soft drone of their reply, "What God speaks, the prophet repeats. The Bible, consequently, is the word of God." Is the word of God, we ask, just an eternal truth, whispered into the prophet's ear and then solemnly mouthed with human sound? How can such a word crash down like a hammer shattering and pulverizing? How can it lift valleys and pull down mountains and heroically change men's lives? God's word, in fact, does more than change men's lives; it even asks the sacrifice of life. God's word comes forth" a sharp two-edged sword" (Apoc. 1: 16), cutting deeply, through the demands which it makes, and if it encounters resistance, then, as God declared through the prophet Osee, " I slew them by the words of my mouth" (Os. 6: 5) . There must, however, be more to God's word than idea and sound. The apostle St. John declared that God's word was such that it could not only be heard but it would also be "seen with our eyes" and "felt with our hands" (1 John 1: 1). God called his word " spring rain that waters the earth " (Os. 6: 3), "a mist covering the earth" (Sir. 4: 3), a river THE PROPHET AND THE WORD OF GOD 135 running over like the Euphrates with understanding and like the Nile sparkling with knowledge (Sir. 24:24 .) . The word has the" miraculous" power of water. No sooner does water touch the dry...
THE other night, just as I was going to crawl in, three blessésarrived from the trenches, and another was down the road ina farmhouse waiting for the Médecin Chef; he wastoo badly wounded to go farther. They asked me to take the mento the hospital at Krüth, which is back over the mountainstwenty miles. I dressed again --- I hated to because it was warmin the little log shack and it had begun to rain outside. I litmy lantern, and went out to the shelter where the cars were, gotmy tank filled with gas, and my lights ready to burn when I coulduse them. It was so black one could see nothing. We put two ofthe blesses on stretchers and pushed them slowly into theback of the car; the other sat in front with me. This we did underthe protection of the hill where the poste de secours islocated. When one goes fifty yards on the road beyond thestation, there is a valley, narrow but clear, which is in fullview of the trenches, and going and coming, it is necessary topass over this road. In the daytime one cannot be seen, becausethe French have put up a row of evergreens along it which hidesthe road. I started and proceeded very carefully, keeping my lanternunder a blanket, and we soon arrived at the house where the otherblessé was waiting for the doctor. It was a littleold Alsatian farmhouse. I pushed in the door and stepped downinto the flagstone kitchen. On the floor lay the chasseur ona stretcher, his face pale under the lamplight from the table.The Médecin Chef was bending over him injectingtetanus anti-toxin into his side, and with each punch of the needlethe poor fellow, already suffering from terrible wounds, wouldsquirm, but not utter a word. The soldiers stood around the tinyroom, their heads almost touching the brown rafters above. Wetook the man out to my car on the stretcher, carrying the lightunder the coat of one of the stretcher-bearers; for if the Germanssee a light moving anywhere in French territory, they will fireon it if they think it near enough. I started up the mountainwith my load of wounded. On either side of the road the Frenchguns at certain places pounded out their greetings to the Boches;the concussion shook the road so that I could feel it in my car.I could light my lights after about a mile; so I proceeded slowlyup the mountain in low speed while the heat from my motor keptthe blessés and myself warm. About halfway up, weran into the clouds, and it became so foggy one could scarcelysee; farther up it became colder and began to snow. I had no chainson my car, and it worried me to be without them, especially withthree helpless men inside and one out. However, I kept climbingup, and the higher I went the more it snowed and the harder itblew. Near the top it became veritably blinding --- snow, sleet,and wind --- a typical northeasterly American blizzard. The littlecar ploughed on bravely; it stuck only once on a sharp turn, andafter backing I was able to get on by rushing it. But I couldnot see the road, the sleet was blowing so into my face and thesnow was so thick. At last, however, I reached the summit wherethe wind was strong enough at one time actually to lift my cara little. On one side of the road was a high embankment and onthe other a ravine sloping down at least a thousand feet. I wasscared to death, for without chains we were liable to skid andplunge down this depth. The snow had been falling all day, andin places had drifted over a yard deep. Twice I took a level stretchto be the road, but discovered my mistake in time to back up.The third time was more serious --- I plunged ahead through adrift which I thought was the road, and finally I stuck and couldmove neither way. I could not leave these men there all nightwounded, and the blizzard did not stop, so the only thing to dowas to find help. I walked back to what I thought was the roadand kept on towards a slight, glimmering light I could see ata distance. It turned out to be an enclosure for the mules whichhaul ammunition over the mountains; and I felt better again, forI knew there were a lot of territorial soldiers with them. I pulledthem out of bed; it was then 10.30. They came with me and pushedme back on the road, also pushed me along --- ten of them ---until they got me on the descent, and from there on the weightof my car carried me down through the drifts. I arrived at thehospital at 12.30, the happiest man one ever saw to get thosepoor fellows there safely.
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I WAS sent back to Mittlach the next day to get four more wounded.They were assis, not couchés, fortunately,for the snow on top of Trehkopf had been falling and driftingall day and night and rolling was not easy. When I got to thetop of the mountain and started down, I found the roads had beenbroken and beaten down by munition wagons and were like a sheetof ice. I started down without chains, when the car, though allmy brakes were on, began to slide slowly down the road. It evenslid toward the edge of the ravine until the two front wheelswent over; but there, fortunately, it stopped, and I got it backon the road again. I then turned the radiator into the bank onthe other side and tried tying rags on the rear wheels to keepthe car from sliding. Then a big wagon with four horses came behindme down the hill, which was so slippery at this spot that thehorses began to slide down on their haunches, and the driver,even with brakes on, could not stop them. The horses came on faster,and faster, slid into the rear of my car, pushed it along forabout six feet, and then nothing could stop it. It, too, starteddown the road going faster and faster. I yelled to the woundedto jump. They understood my poor French and piled out just intime, for the car ran across the road and plunged down into theravine. There was a lot of snow on the side of the ravine, whichhad piled up in such a way that the car was stopped part-way downso that it was not injured very much, though it took nine menand as many mules to pull it out.
SOME little time ago we received our first taste of winter,and my first experience made me put more faith in the rumors oflarger falls of snow here than an American likes to concede toany country but his own.
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THE other night, just as I was going to crawl in, three blessésarrived from the trenches, and another was down the road ina farmhouse waiting for the Médecin Chef; he wastoo badly wounded to go farther. They asked me to take the mento the hospital at Krüth, which is back over the mountainstwenty miles. I dressed again --- I hated to because it was warmin the little log shack and it had begun to rain outside. I litmy lantern, and went out to the shelter where the cars were, gotmy tank filled with gas, and my lights ready to burn when I coulduse them. It was so black one could see nothing. We put two ofthe blesses on stretchers and pushed them slowly into theback of the car; the other sat in front with me. This we did underthe protection of the hill where the poste de secours islocated. When one goes fifty yards on the road beyond thestation, there is a valley, narrow but clear, which is in fullview of the trenches, and going and coming, it is necessary topass over this road. In the daytime one cannot be seen, becausethe French have put up a row of evergreens along it which hidesthe road. I started and proceeded very carefully, keeping my lanternunder a blanket, and we soon arrived at the house where the otherblessé was waiting for the doctor. It was a littleold Alsatian farmhouse. I pushed in the door and stepped downinto the flagstone kitchen. On the floor lay the chasseur ona stretcher, his face pale under the lamplight from the table.The Médecin Chef was bending over him injectingtetanus anti-toxin into his side, and with each punch of the needlethe poor fellow, already suffering from terrible wounds, wouldsquirm, but not utter a word. The soldiers stood around the tinyroom, their heads almost touching the brown rafters above. Wetook the man out to my car on the stretcher, carrying the lightunder the coat of one of the stretcher-bearers; for if the Germanssee a light moving anywhere in French territory, they will fireon it if they think it near enough. I started up the mountainwith my load of wounded. On either side of the road the Frenchguns at certain places pounded out their greetings to the Boches;the concussion shook the road so that I could feel it in my car.I could light my lights after about a mile; so I proceeded slowlyup the mountain in low speed while the heat from my motor keptthe blessés and myself warm. About halfway up, weran into the clouds, and it became so foggy one could scarcelysee; farther up it became colder and began to snow. I had no chainson my car, and it worried me to be without them, especially withthree helpless men inside and one out. However, I kept climbingup, and the higher I went the more it snowed and the harder itblew. Near the top it became veritably blinding --- snow, sleet,and wind --- a typical northeasterly American blizzard. The littlecar ploughed on bravely; it stuck only once on a sharp turn, andafter backing I was able to get on by rushing it. But I couldnot see the road, the sleet was blowing so into my face and thesnow was so thick. At last, however, I reached the summit wherethe wind was strong enough at one time actually to lift my cara little. On one side of the road was a high embankment and onthe other a ravine sloping down at least a thousand feet. I wasscared to death, for without chains we were liable to skid andplunge down this depth. The snow had been falling all day, andin places had drifted over a yard deep. Twice I took a level stretchto be the road, but discovered my mistake in time to back up.The third time was more serious --- I plunged ahead through adrift which I thought was the road, and finally I stuck and couldmove neither way. I could not leave these men there all nightwounded, and the blizzard did not stop, so the only thing to dowas to find help. I walked back to what I thought was the roadand kept on towards a slight, glimmering light I could see ata distance. It turned out to be an enclosure for the mules whichhaul ammunition over the mountains; and I felt better again, forI knew there were a lot of territorial soldiers with them. I pulledthem out of bed; it was then 10.30. They came with me and pushedme back on the road, also pushed me along --- ten of them ---until they got me on the descent, and from there on the weightof my car carried me down through the drifts. I arrived at thehospital at 12.30, the happiest man one ever saw to get thosepoor fellows there safely.
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I WAS sent back to Mittlach the next day to get four more wounded.They were assis, not couchés, fortunately,for the snow on top of Trehkopf had been falling and driftingall day and night and rolling was not easy. When I got to thetop of the mountain and started down, I found the roads had beenbroken and beaten down by munition wagons and were like a sheetof ice. I started down without chains, when the car, though allmy brakes were on, began to slide slowly down the road. It evenslid toward the edge of the ravine until the two front wheelswent over; but there, fortunately, it stopped, and I got it backon the road again. I then turned the radiator into the bank onthe other side and tried tying rags on the rear wheels to keepthe car from sliding. Then a big wagon with four horses came behindme down the hill, which was so slippery at this spot that thehorses began to slide down on their haunches, and the driver,even with brakes on, could not stop them. The horses came on faster,and faster, slid into the rear of my car, pushed it along forabout six feet, and then nothing could stop it. It, too, starteddown the road going faster and faster. I yelled to the woundedto jump. They understood my poor French and piled out just intime, for the car ran across the road and plunged down into theravine. There was a lot of snow on the side of the ravine, whichhad piled up in such a way that the car was stopped part-way downso that it was not injured very much, though it took nine menand as many mules to pull it out.
SOME little time ago we received our first taste of winter,and my first experience made me put more faith in the rumors oflarger falls of snow here than an American likes to concede toany country but his own.
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