Hunsicker had protested, "these Oriental songs are alien
to American understanding. What a shame if the lecture were to be
marred by a commentary of overripe tomatoes!"
I had laughingly disagreed. "Music is a universal language.
Americans will not fail to feel the soul-aspiration in this lofty
chant." {FN48-2}
During the lecture Mr. Hunsicker had sat behind me on the platform,
probably fearing for my safety. His doubts were groundless; not
only had there been an absence of unwelcome vegetables, but for
one hour and twenty-five minutes the strains of "O God Beautiful!"
had sounded uninterruptedly from three thousand throats. Blase' no
longer, dear New Yorkers; your hearts had soared out in a simple
paean of rejoicing! Divine healings had taken place that evening
among the devotees chanting with love the Lord's blessed name.
The secluded life of a literary minstrel was not my role for long.
Soon I was dividing every fortnight between Los Angeles and Encinitas.
Sunday services, classes, lectures before clubs and colleges,
interviews with students, ceaseless streams of correspondence, articles
for EAST-WEST, direction of activities in India and numerous small
centers in American cities. Much time was given, also, to the
arrangement of KRIYA and other Self-Realization Fellowship teachings
into a series of studies for the distant yoga seekers whose zeal
recognized no limitation of space.
Joyous dedication of a Self-Realization Church of All Religions took
place in 1938 at Washington, D.
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