No one hears but him
No One Hears but Him by Taylor CaldwellAn inspired story about the Man Who Listens - and the troubled strangers who seek comfort within his sanctuary. Through their very human experiences Miss Caldwell illuminates the spiritual crises of our time and brings into triumphant focus the power of faith in a world that puts faith in power. This dramatic and modern novel is a book for everyone in search of courage and peace of mind.
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No One Hears but Him
Sequel to Caldwell's The Listener. A novel about John Godfrey's sanctuary, the strange and beautiful sanctuary is a place where the Man who Listens waits to comfort the despairing of the world -- the unloved, the frustrated, the hopeless -- to whom no one listens. Truly a modern religious novel, one that speaks to the great problem of spiritual aridity of the age.
Thank you! This is a sequel to The Listener , a series of simplistic sermonettes in story form of unhappy people who make their way to the sanctuary of ""the man who listens""-- ""truly involved, truly compassionate, truly loving, truly faithful, truly understanding. Soul One is Fred Carlson, a policeman who is about to give up his beat, but returns to be a ""watchman of the night""; Soul Two is a woman whose child is dying of leukemia; Soul Three has lost his daughter, his money, and is about to lose his wife; Soul Four is a Negro; and so it goes, and there are twelve souls in all searching for some supernal comfort-- ""voices of children, piping simply; We will not sit in judgment but will only say that this is only a guided missal for her devotional readership which found that the earlier book paraphrased some of their problems and reassured them. The guess is that somebody not only hears but also reads. There was a problem adding your email address.
Fred Carlson had had an excellent lunch with his prospective employers. They had parted from him with expressions of great cordiality, for they respected good and dedicated and intelligent men. His Bachelor of Arts degree, his postgraduate work in government and in applied science, had impressed them favorably, though they were somewhat amused and puzzled about the reasons he had chosen his particular present work in his home city. As they were such smooth and alert and sophisticated men he had not told them the truth; he had let them believe he had had a period of romanticism in his life, but now it was time to get up and out. They could forgive his romanticism; all young men were romantic, they said indulgently, and he was only thirty-two, though a married man with two young children. He did not like that particular gentleman and it was he who had prevented Fred from telling the truth. He feared to be thought sentimental or a little lacking in ambition, all great crimes and unworthy of a man in his thirties.