First, it was the Holy Sabbath, and then the Sabbath; then Sunday, and now it is just the weekend. But, in the process, we have sown the wind, and now we shall reap the whirlwind. We must ask ourselves: Where will our sanctuary be when the wind blows and the rain beats down? To what safe harbors will we flee when the oceans of life are in turmoil? When we are tossed about as flotsam and jetsam, never coming to a knowledge of the truth, to what...