OUTDOOR RELIGION"Give us, Oh Lord, a religion that will stand the out-of-doors." This is part of the prayer I heard when I joined the open-air congregation on the hill-side, overlooking the city of Calgary, on the last Sunday in June.
These open-air Sunday evening gatherings are new in my experience, and I had listened to the criticism of the old and rheumatic,—that this was merely a publicity move on the part of the young preacher of Knox Church. Wasn't the church good enough? Why sit on your long suffering feet, molested by mosquitoes and black flies, when the congregation has provided comfortable pews in a beautiful church? There was no virtue in being uncomfortable—surely, the Lord's House should be a pleasant place.
I'll admit I shared these views but this was my only chance of hear
