Long centuries ago an old man sat musing. He had experienced much, had felt much, had suffered much. Now, in the shadowed evening of life, his mind traveled down the eventful years, remembering, pondering, weighing, reaching for a yet fuller understanding of something he felt he never could fully understand. For at the center of his musings always was One he had known for a few brief wonder-filled years in his youth. He had walked with Him, slept under the stars with Him, sat at many a table with Him, and heard words from Him such as no other man spoke.

That was a long time before. But over the years a conviction-more, an absolute-fixed in his mind then, had grown ever larger and stronger.
Now he wished to perpetuate his conviction so that, when he was gone, it would remain and speak to others.

And so John, called the Beloved, picked up a pen, paused with it in midair for a moment, then, with Inspiration upon him, began to write: "In the beginning was the Word.
And the word became flesh
It is of these words, and the rest of the first chapter of the Gospel of John, that our author writes. Her thoughts are not theological, not historical, but reverent contem-plations that mingle and flow along with the stream of John's thoughts.
The name Alice Glen is a pseudonym.
The author is an Australian.