Word: kneels
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...must be courteous to him and try to forget the past." The women said little, but that night, as always, they left their jobs in stores, or their work in the meadows and orchards to trudge up the hill to the graves, there to lay fresh flowers, to kneel for prayers, or to light a candle in a little glass and tin box fastened to one of the small white crosses, all inscribed with the same date...
Geoffrey, Archbishop of Canterbury, was first to kneel at her feet. He placed his hands between his Queen's and spoke for the Established Church: "I will be faithful and true, and faith and truth will bear unto you, our Sovereign Lady . . . Defender of the Faith." Next came Philip, her husband, first peer of the realm. "I, Philip, Duke of Edinburgh, do become your liege man of life and limb, and of earthly worship: and faith and truth I will bear unto you, to live and die against all manner of folks. So help me God." The Duke touched...
Sahara Parish. Still restless, he dropped in on an abbé of his acquaintance for advice. "Kneel and confess!" thundered the abbé. To his own surprise, Foucauld did. "As soon as I believed that there was a God," he wrote to a friend, "I realized that I could not do otherwise than live for Him." At the age of 31, he entered the Trappist order...
Some in flowing robes, others in college blazers, the chiefs offered to kneel and touch Her Majesty's heel, the highest honor a Nyasaland chief can pay. But they did not get to see her. Instead, an all-white conference, after first devising a web of constitutional safeguards to protect the Africans' rights, approved federation, with or without the natives' support. The chiefs had to be satisfied with a call on Colonial Secretary Oliver Lyttelton. Last week, their money spent and their mission a failure, the chiefs left London in discouragement, and disillusioned about Lyttelton...
...their Cokes hopefully, they pump each other carefully, they whip their cars ostentatiously through the streets of Andalusia, Ga. It is all because of the new rector, Mark Barbee, who is giving the Episcopal service a lilt such as Andalusia has never heard before. When the four girls kneel in his church, Rector Barbee suspects they have come "not to worship God, but to worship him." He finds it unsettling...