Full of the rich remembrances of a life well-lived, this journal of an evangelist's days is warm and funny, keen and human, upbeat and nostalgic all at once.
I didn't think the principal had actually seen me, though I knew I was guilty. I really wasn't a liar, but I hated the though of being sent home with such a penalty. So when the principal called my name, I said, 'Professor Norton, I didn't—'
It leads a personal, and sometimes surprising, perspective on both world and local history:
Historians tell us that the financial crash..took place in 1929. So far as I am personally concerned...it must have been somewhere around 1918 or 1919 when I was five or six years old.
From this high hill reads like a conversation with someone who has traveled the world has worked with hundreds of people—famous and ordinary and not so saintly. In its pages the reader comes to know a straightforward and humble man, whose observations are both simple and complex:
Sometimes you have to pay a heavy price for great bargains.
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