Jesus the Christ

Abstract

On a warm, sunny afternoon— one which we so much missed this year in our part of the globe— I stood on the beach of our Dutch seacoast. There was a crowd so tightly packed that one could hardly discover the sand or the sea. The only thing one sees is the highly variegated species of man; the only thing one hears is the cacophony of sound produced by this crowd.

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