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if every voice was perfect, perhaps the sort of singing they have in Heaven, though I never knew before that any singing could be sweeter than we have in our meetings; but of course Heaven has everything better.
    “Well, this singing, although it was very near and loud, didn’t make my head ache a bit harder, and even seemed to rest my back; at least I forgot it was aching. There was a light all around, too, and I could look up without its hurting my eyes. I didn’t think how strange that was then, but just listened to the music and looked at the light. It took a shape in some clouds that were far off and yet all around— you see you were not there and so I can’t quite explain it all, because there wasn’t time for me to understand everything about it, and there was so much else to see. The light grew brighter and brighter and broadened out at the top as though a hundred suns were shining through one spot, and there was a long, sharp, golden crack in the clouds below, and the light changed and broadened and shaped and brightened in such a strange way until suddenly I thought of the shape of my Christian Endeavor pin, and then all at once I saw the letters at the top C. E., and the long sharp ray of light was the pin, and there it was in the clouds all gold, and growing ‘golder’ every minute, until I thought I couldn’t look any longer; but I had to, because it was so beautiful. And then I saw that the line that made the pin was only a break in the clouds, where the light from Heaven—it must have been Heaven—shone through. Above, in the large, bright letters was a real opening into such light as you never saw before, not even when the sun sets; and then there came angels, hurrying out of the letters and down through the narrow opening and everywhere towards me, and more were beyond up there in the brightness. I watched them come out through the opening, and more and more of them seemed to come from the golden letters until all the air was full of them, and one angel came quite close to me and touched me on the shoulder where I lay—right here in my room, just think—and he said: ‘Little president’—he called me ‘little president’ just as the secretary did when he wrote to me that nice letter after I wrote him about our new society and told him how young I was—‘Dear little president,’ he said, ‘you are one of us now, for we are Christian Endeavorers too, though our work is different from yours, but it is going on all the time. We are the “ministering spirits.” God our Father loves your society and will bless it.’ And then I felt it all so wonderful! I was just here in my bed, you know, and my head was aching so hard just a minute before, and there was the great piece of sky that I see from the window every day, and the hills at the foot of it, and there in the center of it the beautiful great gold badge, with the air full of lights and angels from it, and the most beautiful music floating all about. I was so glad and so astonished at it all that God should have taken so much trouble to send word to me, that I almost let the angel go away without saying anything but ‘Thank you’ to him; but just as he turned with a lovely smile to fly back, I asked him if he would please see that something was done for a few people down here in our society who didn’t love Jesus. Then he put his hand on my head and smiled again, and there was a look in his eyes that I’m sure meant yes, as he went back into the center of the light again. I could see him all the way, just as clearly as when he stood beside me, and when he reached the very center of the brightness the music got farther away again, and the angels all went back, and the Heaven’s badge grew dim, and pretty soon was all covered up, and I only heard the music; and pretty soon the music was the hymn you were singing in the other room, ‘God be with you till we meet again: and your meeting was breaking up. But I wish you could have seen it,