Autobiography of HERBERT W. ARMSTRONG
Volume II
1961, 1962, 1963, 1964, 1965, 1967, 1968, 1987




Table of Contents

CHAPTER 40 ..... First Vision of Worldwide Work
CHAPTER 41 ..... Impact on Pacific Northwest
CHAPTER 42 ..... On the Air in Los Angeles
CHAPTER 43 ..... Impact of Daily Radio
CHAPTER 44 ..... Work Leaps Ahead -- World Tomorrow Heard Nationwide
CHAPTER 45 ..... More Opposition -- More Growth
CHAPTER 46 ..... A Talk to San Antonio Businessmen
CHAPTER 47 ..... Severe Financial Crisis
CHAPTER 48 ..... Historic San Francisco Conference -- The United
Nations Is Born
CHAPTER 49 ..... World War II Ends -- Atomic Age Begins
CHAPTER 50 ..... A Momentous Year
CHAPTER 51 ..... Planning a New-type College -- in U.S. and Europe
CHAPTER 52 ..... Our First Trip Abroad
CHAPTER 53 ..... Impressions of Switzerland and France
CHAPTER 54 ..... Mid-Atlantic Hurricane!
CHAPTER 55 ..... Strategy to Gain Possession -- Birth Pangs of the
College
CHAPTER 56 ..... A Supreme Crisis -- Now Forced to "Fold Up"?
CHAPTER 57 ..... Surviving the First Year of Ambassador College
CHAPTER 58 ..... Ambassador Begins to Grow
CHAPTER 59 ..... First "Fruits" of Right Education
CHAPTER 60 ..... A Giant Leap to Europe
CHAPTER 61 ..... Our First Experience with Television
CHAPTER 62 ..... The Crossroads -- TV or Radio?
CHAPTER 63 ..... First Evangelistic Campaign in British Isles
CHAPTER 64 ..... First Middle-East Tour
CHAPTER 65 ..... The Holy Land
CHAPTER 66 ..... At Last! -- Jerusalem
CHAPTER 67 ..... Touring Europe by Car
CHAPTER 68 ..... Purchasing Ambassador Hall
CHAPTER 69 ..... Ambassador College Expands
CHAPTER 70 ..... Tragedy Strikes Richard D. Armstrong
CHAPTER 71 ..... 25th Anniversary
CHAPTER 72 ..... Providential Acquisition of English Campus
CHAPTER 73 ..... June 29, 1959 -- May 22, 1963
CHAPTER 74 ..... April 25, 1966 -- December 10, 1968
CHAPTER 75 ..... September 28, 1970 -- April 12, 1971
CHAPTER 76 ..... May 28, 1971 -- July 1971
CHAPTER 77 ..... March 26, 1972 -- June 1973
CHAPTER 78 ..... September 24, 1973 -- December 1973
CHAPTER 79 ..... March 28, 1974 -- May 21, 1974
CHAPTER 80 ..... June 18, 1975 -- December 24, 1976
CHAPTER 81 ..... February 25, 1977 -- June 22, 1978
CHAPTER 82 ..... July 25, 1978 -- December 18, 1979
CHAPTER 83 ..... November 26, 1970 -- July 24, 1983
CHAPTER 84 ..... January 11, 1984 -- January 10, 1986
CHAPTER 85 ..... January 16, 1986 -- May 1986
CHAPTER 86 ..... One Year Later

Chapter 40
First Vision of Worldwide Work

THE "lean years" continued through 1938 and the succeeding
decade. It was a constant struggle and hardship. Growth seemed so
very slow. Yet, viewed today in retrospect, expansion has been
consistently rapid. Occasional setbacks were discouraging. But
the forgings ahead were far greater than the slips backward.
By June, 1938 -- four and a half years after The Plain Truth
started as a mimeographed "magazine" the first two printed
editions finally had been produced. Old files, more recently
examined, have shown that the May-June, 1938, number was not
actually the first, but the second edition to come off a real
printing press. And they were only eight-page editions. Until
then all issues had been ground out on a hand-fed, hand-cranked,
antiquated neostyle, ancestor of the mimeograph.
But the expense of producing those two printed issues threw
us into a financial hole again. So back to the frail old neostyle
we went, hand-producing a combined July-August, 1938, issue,
which finally was mailed July 28 that year.


New Facilities Needed

As the work expanded, through 1938 and into 1939, a few items of
new equipment became an imperative need. I do not mean convenient
wants -- but absolutely necessary needs.
According to usual office standards, we might have thought
we needed a better office, with sunlight and ventilation. We
might have thought modern steel filing cabinets were a need. I
was still using cardboard cartons, obtained free at the grocery
store, as receptacles for keeping correspondence files. We might
have thought that office desks to work on, if only secondhand,
were needed. But we were able to work, these years, on a few old
tables we found in our little, stuffy, $5-per-month office room.
But when the old antiquated neostyle finally was wearing
out -- about to lie down and cease functioning because of old
age -- and we were still obliged to crank out The Plain Truth by
hand on this piece of primitive mechanism, then a new mimeograph
became an absolute need -- or else The Plain Truth had to cease
publication and die a natural death along with the neostyle.
So it was that on February 4, 1939 -- five years after the
first issue of The Plain Truth -- a letter to our few co-workers
said: "I will have to tell you that we are VERY SERIOUSLY IN NEED
of a new mimeograph machine. The present one is about worn out,
and we are producing this issue of The Plain Truth under
difficulties. I can get a very good used mimeograph, almost new,
one capable of turning out the large amount of work that is
necessary in this office, and [that] will last for several years,
for $65. There is not one cent available for the mimeograph,
unless some of our friends can send in a special and additional
offering just for this purpose."
By April 5, 1939, a letter to co-workers found in an old
file says: "At last, after many unavoidable delays, we are
sending you The Plain Truth. This issue goes to about one
thousand NEW READERS. It is still mimeographed, because we have
not enough funds to print it, as we did two issues last year. It
is a tremendous task, and nearly all the work is done by Mrs.
Armstrong, our daughter Beverly who is office secretary, and
myself."
In spite of inside office, lack of light or ventilation,
lack of desks, filing cabinets and office equipment, the work was
GROWING! The Plain Truth circulation was growing. We were not
able to get it out every month. There were seven issues in 1938.
The June number was only the third during 1939. It was issued as
often as there was enough money for paper, ink and postage. Yet
already this little mimeographed "magazine" was being read by a
few thousand people -- and a hundred thousand were hearing on radio
every week the very gospel Christ Himself preached -- besides there
were almost continuous evangelistic campaigns reaching hundreds.
The few dimes, quarters, and dollars were producing fruits
that were to last for eternity!
But now our old secondhand car was about to lie down and die
of old age and much use.
Near the bottom of this letter of April 5, 1939, I find
this: "Another serious need is a new car. The present one, five
years old, is in the Albany garage for lack of a $50 repair bill.
We are totally dependent on our car to transport the six of us
(self and singers) to Portland and back for the Sunday
broadcasts. We have to drive 600 miles every week -- 2,500 miles a
month in Gods work. The present car won't hold out longer. We are
doing the very best we can with what we have to do with."
This referred to the 1934-model used Graham car we had
purchased as a result of Mrs. Starkey's letter sent out December
21, 1937. But we were not to be able to get another car until
1941. That old Graham blew connecting rods every few thousand
miles. But it was destined to suffer some real punishment, with
weekly trips to Seattle, before we could replace it!
God has promised to supply all our NEED. But during these
years it was surely bare need, not wants -- and the needs were not
always as great as they appeared to us.
How many of our readers, today, realize how much more than
bare needs you are enjoying? Not many have had to struggle along
with real bare needs, as we did through those lean years!


European Union and War Predicted

The February-March, 1939, issue of The Plain Truth contained
another article on the resurrection of the Roman Empire to come.
We have warned our radio listeners of this prophesied event since
the first year we were on the air -- 1934. We have shouted this
prophecy ever since 1934 in The Plain Truth. This issue carried a
full-page map, which I sketched and traced an the mimeograph
stencil, showing the territory of the original Roman Empire.
This map included four of the sea gates that control
sea -- access to this entire territory. The article stressed the
fulfillment of the prophecy of Genesis 22:17 and 24:60, showing
how the U.S.A. and Britain were to possess the sea gates of enemy
nations. This was part of the national dominance promised Abraham
for his descendants. But the article also pointed out that our
peoples, since receiving this Birthright inheritance have turned
from our God -- our national sins have increased -- and God is going
to have to punish our nations at the hand of this coming
resurrected Roman Empire, with invasion, captivity, and slavery.
These four vital sea gates, the article explained, must be taken
from Britain before the "beast" power -- revived Roman Empire -- can
rise. Britain, since, has lost Suez and exercises no real control
over the other three.
This tremendous prophecy was fulfilled, in the form of the
insignificant "sixth head of the beast," by Mussolini very
shortly after this article appeared. But the all-important
seventh and last "head" is being formed, today, before our very
eyes! It is rising out of the Common Market in Europe -- out of
which ten nations or groupings of nations will ultimately combine
to form a new European Union!
During March and April, 1939, about 1,000 new requests were
received for annual subscriptions to The Plain Truth! The work
was GROWING!
The August issue of The Plain Truth, 1939, contained an
article captioned: "World War May Come Within Six Weeks." The war
started September 1.
In an article in the November, 1939, Plain Truth on "The
European War," a paragraph or two may be of interest:
"Finally, remember this war is merely a resumption of the
world war. It is not, so far as present events are concerned,
directly and specifically mentioned in the Bible prophecies at
all. But undoubtedly it is paving the way for prophesied events.
"One of two things may happen: 1) the Allies may go on to
smash Hitler, possibly with the help of either or both of the
United States or Italy; 2) Italy might yet come in on the side of
Germany -- the battle sector shifting at once to the Mediterranean,
especially Egypt (the Suez canal gate), and Palestine (as
described with maps in the February-March Plain Truth)."
The uphill struggle -- climbing constantly in growth of the
work in spite of inadequate facilities and financial
backing -- continued into the year 1940 and throughout the decade
of the forties.
The March, 1940, Plain Truth was the first since November,
1939. It was still mimeographed. The circulation was 2,000
copies. More than 100,000 people were listening to the message
weekly. Expenses were being held to $300 per month -- including our
family living of less than $85 per month.


Boys Growing Up

Meanwhile, our four children were growing up. The two girls now
were twenty and twenty-two. The boys ten and eleven -- Dick almost
twelve. For the boys, this, I believe, is the happiest age ever
enjoyed by any person. Surely nothing to compare is experienced
by girls.
I remember so well when I was eleven. My only sister, Mabel,
died that year in an attack of spinal meningitis, at age nine.
However, a year later my brother Dwight Leslie and his twin
sister Mary Lucile were born. During those years, with other boys
of the same age, I took up wrestling -- these were the days of our
"heroes" Frank Gotch and "Farmer" Burns; we went swimming,
skating in the winter, sledding. We dug caves. We had white mice
and ferrets, and probably we stuck frogs in our pockets. I rode a
bicycle everywhere.
At eleven and twelve a boy has few responsibilities -- devotes
himself primarily to "fun" -- and yet, he does not altogether take
a vacation from disappointments, humiliation and painful
suffering. His problems are far more serious to him than they are
to Dad or Mom or other grown-ups.
I have recounted how our younger son had given me a big
kiss -- and when I asked what he was after now, he replied that was
for picking out for him the best mother in the world. Only I
didn't "pick her out" -- we both have always known, somehow, that
God chose us for each other. But if our boys had "the best Mom in
the world" she was best, except for just one or two things.
For one thing, our sons had a mother who wanted them to
swim -- only she did not want them to go near the water until after
they had learned how to swim. This problem was far more serious
to young growing boys than Mother ever knew.
During the summer of 1940 we were returning to Eugene on the
McKenzie Highway along the swift-flowing McKenzie River. The boys
wanted to do some fishing. Finally, after much pleading, we
stopped at a country store, bought a small roll of fishing line,
a few hooks, and a bottle of salmon eggs.
Our elder daughter, Beverly, and her fiance, Jimmy Gott,
were with us, and Jim cut two big "fishing poles" from a willow
tree and tied the line to each of them.
From here on, I will let my younger son recount for you in
his own words the humiliating experience he and his brother Dick
suffered -- all because of the "best Mom in the world."
"We were on the way returning to Eugene from a trip, I
believe to Blemis' home, or else up to Belknap Springs -- but at
any rate, up the McKenzie Highway.
"Dick and I (I mostly, I believe) pleaded and pleaded, and
finally, we stopped at a country store, and bought a small roll
of fishing line, a few hooks, and a bottle of salmon eggs.
("Bev and Jim were along, I remember definitely because Jim
cut us two big club-like 'fishing poles' and tied the line to
each of them.)
"So -- we were carefully herded over the rocks, with deep
pools swirling around through undercut areas, to the brink of the
mighty rushing McKenzie at one of its fastest, deepest points.
"Having known only a little about fishing -- I did know you
had to get the bait down to where the fish were. We had no split
shot or weights, no leaders on our lines, no reels, so casting
was impossible.
"Mom picked out the spot where it was SAFEST -- instead of
letting us go where we thought we might find a fish. There we
sat, with sour expressions on our faces, with the short line, a
tiny gold single-egg hook and a bright red salmon egg-skipping
frantically along the top of the gigantic rush of tons of
blue-white water, on the edge of one of the fastest and deepest
rapids along the McKenzie!
"There wasn't the faintest, remotest chance of ever ratching
a trout under those conditions -- and we both knew it -- but at
least, we were SAFE!"


No Hallucinations

On April 2, 1940, I had to write co-workers: "The only way I have
managed to keep the work going has been my personal
sacrifice -- taking money intended for our family living, letting
my family suffer. One of my daughters has had to stop school. We
are about to lose our home. We have gone without badly needed
clothing. I could tell you more, but do not want to talk about
ourselves -- our heavenly Father knows. We are willing and glad to
make any sacrifice. BUT THE POINT IS, WE HAVE NOW COME TO THE
END, UNLESS SUBSTANTIAL HELP COMES AT ONCE. The work cannot be
held up by this method of personal sacrifice any longer. As long
as it was only us who suffered, I said nothing. But now the
Lord's WORK will stop unless substantial help comes quickly. For
the work's sake I must appeal to our helpers. I would starve,
before I would ask one cent as charity for myself. But I'm
willing to humiliate myself in any way for the gospel's sake."
During the early years of this ministry, as I have noted
before, no illusions of grandeur flooded my mind. I had no
grandiose visions of conducting a great earth girding work
reaching many millions on all continents. If anyone had then
suggested that this work would grow to even a tenth its present
scope and power, I would have regarded it as an empty pipe-dream.
This work has not grown to its present proportions because I
planned it that way -- but because GOD planned it, expanded it,
empowered it.
I was not without vision. When the broadcast first started,
in January, 1934, I did envision a work reaching the entire
Willamette Valley and probably Portland. After we reached
Portland, I did envision going on to cover Seattle, and the
entire Pacific Northwest. As the work grew, the vision for the
future expanded with it. But this ministry was not started with
any hallucinations, spawned in self-pride, vanity and egotism, as
did a few ne'er-do-wells who have come to me, announcing: "Mr.
Armstrong, I have come to announce to you that I am Elijah that
was prophesied to come;" or "Mr. Armstrong, God has shown me in a
dream that I am to be your right-hand man and soon to take your
place."
All self-important vanity had been knocked out of me by the
successive business reverses, being knocked down repeatedly, and
made for years to bite the dust of poverty and humiliation. But I
had come to receive a new confidence. It was based on faith in
CHRIST -- not in self. It was the faith of Christ, which God had
given as one of the gifts of His Spirit.


First Vision of Worldwide Scope

But in May, 1940, God had begun to bring into my mind a glimpse
of the future worldwide destiny of this work, for the first time.
We could not know, then, whether World War II, already under way
in Europe, would continue on into Armageddon and the END of the
world. We could not know, then, that God would grant another
recess in the world war -- and for the very purpose of allowing
this WORK OF GOD to fulfill Matthew 24:14 in preaching and
publishing Christ's gospel of God's KINGDOM to all the world as a
witness, just before the END of this world and the coming of
Christ!
But the sense of imminence of the END -- combined with the
knowledge that this very message must first be
proclaimed -- inspired a letter to co-workers dated May 23, 1940,
which asked, in part:
"Dear CO-WORKERS: We enter, now, the most CRUCIAL period of
our co-labors together in the powerful proclaiming of the gospel.
The ZERO HOUR has struck! Whatever is to be done, we must do
quickly. Soon we shall not be permitted to carry on this great
work .... But now, as never before, people WILL HEAR! People are
STUNNED by the war events in Europe! Everywhere, people ... are now
beginning to realize the Bible prophecies are being
fulfilled -- that we are in the VERY LAST DAYS! ... NOW is the time
when Jesus said 'this gospel of the kingdom' -- the good news of
the coming government BY JESUS CHRIST, the kingdom OF GOD -- 'shall
be preached in all the world for a witness unto all nations; and
then shall the END come'!"
For the first time, I saw the real meaning of that prophecy.
I knew of no other preaching of this very gospel. Nowhere else
was this prophecy being fulfilled I saw, now, that THIS MESSAGE
was to go worldwide -- to ALL NATIONS. I did not yet envision that
this very work would be used of God in its accomplishment. But I
did now see clearly that we should step up our energies and as
far as it was GOD's will to use us in this fulfillment, expand
the work.
I began, much more intensely than before, to focus attention
on expanding the broadcast into Seattle. Almost a year before I
had taken a trip to Seattle to explore the possibilities of
obtaining a good time on a radio station. But no door opened
then. And, in 1939 it was financially impossible.


A Heart-touching Sacrifice

The Seattle broadcasting was started by an unusual sacrifice made
by a man and wife in Clarke County, Washington, listeners over
KWJJ. This family had lost all they had in the great drought of
1934 and 1935. They then migrated from South Dakota and had made
a down payment on a small farm a few miles outside Vancouver,
Washington. The man and a son had managed to build the outside
shell of a house. The siding was not yet on. A second floor had
been partially laid -- just the subflooring. There was no stairway
as yet -- and no partitions either upstairs or down -- just one large
room on each floor. The children slept upstairs, gaining access
by climbing up a ladder.
This man had, over two or three years' time, saved up $40
over and above bare family expenses and getting this much of a
home built. The $40 was saved to buy lumber for the partitions
for separate rooms in their house.
When these people heard we were trying to get started on the
air in Seattle, they sent me that $40, explaining how they had
saved it, and for what purpose. Since we were driving to Portland
every week for the broadcast, I drove out to their little farm to
return the money.
"I just couldn't take this money," I said, "when you have
struggled so long to save it so you could have a home to live
in."
Tears filled the woman's eyes. She shook her head, refused
to accept the money back. "Mr. Armstrong," she said, "of course
it would be nice for us to get up partitions and have separate
rooms -- but that is not an absolute NEED. We just could not use
this money for a temporary material home, when it will help get
Christ's message of a home for all eternity in God's kingdom to
many thousands of people!"
I realized, then, that it was really GOD's WILL that this
money be used for His gospel -- and that these people were actually
receiving a spiritual blessing in giving it that far outweighed
the material benefit of using it for themselves. Incidentally,
these people were blessed materially after that, and it was not
too long until their house was completed, after all. Jesus Christ
said, seek first the kingdom of God -- the spiritual values and the
material THINGS shall be ADDED. God always does add them!


On the Air in SEATTLE!

When I sent out a letter to co-workers telling of this sacrifice,
and the NEED to get on the air in Seattle, there was a surprising
response. We received one day in the mail the largest sum we had
ever received -- $100, for broadcasting in Seattle. It took our
breath!
But, a few days later, two more $100 sums came, three
contributed $50 each, and several sent in single dollars.
And so, finally, three long years after the broadcast
expanded from Eugene into Portland, it now leaped into Seattle!
From Seattle, I mimeographed a new co-workers' Bulletin, the
second such Bulletin in new form and dress, dated September 17,
1940. The leading caption stated the news: "NOW ON THE AIR IN
SEATTLE!"
The program started there Sunday, September 15th, over
1,000-watt station KRSC -- twice the power of our Portland station,
KWJJ -- and serving a larger population.
The exciting story of how we finally were enabled to add the
Seattle area to those of Portland and Eugene in the broadcasting
work was told in this Bulletin, and can best be told here in a
condensation of that Bulletin: There was a subhead, "How God Has
Answered PRAYER."
Then: "I want to tell our family of co-workers some of the
inside story of our finally getting on the air here in Seattle. I
want you to know something of the problem we had to solve, the
difficulties in our path, and how God went before us, answered
prayer, and worked out everything so perfectly.


Answered Prayer

"Radio stations, especially in Seattle, do not want religious
programs on their stations. I learned that a year ago when I was
up here. I knew nothing but prayer could open the way for us, but
I had faith God wanted us to speak His Word faithfully in this
Seattle district, and I know He would not fail us.
"Mrs. Armstrong and I arrived in Seattle late Wednesday
afternoon. I did not feel we could afford the high cost of one of
the five larger 5.000-watt stations here. This reduced our
possibilities to two stations. One, KRSC, has never taken
religious programs, and its owner gave me no encouragement when I
saw him a year ago. The other station, same power, was throwing
all religious programs off their station, didn't want any more,
and the price was just double what we pay in Portland.
"It looked discouraging. But I decided to see the owner of
KRSC again. He auditioned one of our programs. He became
interested, said we had a splendid program that would attract a
large listening audience. However, he would not take any outside
religious program unless approved by the Seattle Council of
Churches. He then called their secretary by telephone to his
office to hear one of our programs auditioned. This man was well
impressed with our program and also with The Plain Truth, which
he carefully examined. It happened that he was familiar with the
truth of our national identity in the House of Israel, and he was
glad to see this truth published in the Plain Truth magazine.
"So the owner sidetracked a 4 o'clock Sunday afternoon news
broadcast so we could have the same time we have over KWJJ in
Portland, and then made me a rate just $1.40 more per broadcast
than we pay KWJJ! Since this station has double the power of
KWJJ, and is the highest class independent station in Seattle,
I'm sure you'll realize how fortunate we were.
"There is but one explanation. God Himself worked it all
out. It is surely an answer to prayer. Mrs. Armstrong and I will
remain here until after next Sunday's broadcast, which I want to
conduct in person; then we shall return home. While here, we are
broadcasting by transcription from KWJJ. When we return home we
will send transcribed broadcasts to Seattle."
The next subhead in this Bulletin was captioned: "LOS
ANGELES NEXT!"
The vision of the mission to which God had called us, and in
which the living Christ was using us, now expanded. World events
made it clear.
The Bulletin continued:
"The Lord willing, we hope now to add a radio station in LOS
ANGELES next. Such a station would add a QUARTER OF A MILLION
people to those now hearing the true gospel of the kingdom.
"As I wrote in the last Bulletin, GOD's TIME HAS COME for
this last warning message to go -- and to go to the millions, with
great POWER! The whole world is IN ARMS! God now calls us, His
children, TO ARMS! THE WARNING MUST GO!"

Chapter 41
Impact on Pacific Northwest

Now that the broadcast had started in Seattle, the work began
rapidly to take on new life.
Up until this time, it certainly bore no resemblance to what
would be expected by most people to be the very WORK OF GOD. How
could anything have had such humble and crude beginnings? Did
anything ever start smaller? Looking back on those years now, I
am, myself, astonished! It surely couldn't have happened. Yet, it
did!


With Man -- Impossible!

What man could start out, without money, without support or
backing, without any car and having to walk or hitchhike, on his
own, with an unpopular message to which people were hostile, and
expect to get that message preached and published to the millions
on all continents around the world?
With man, it certainly is IMPOSSIBLE!
But I was not looking to people for support -- I was relying
on GOD! There is a Scripture that says, "With man it is
impossible, but with GOD all things are possible!"
And that is the answer!
Through the years I have encountered a few individuals who
thought they had a vision to "preach Christ" and started out on
their own, without backing, to do it. Some have gotten out some
kind of mimeographed literature, or even managed to have a
"tract" or two printed. But none I knew of ever grew. All soon
gave up. Their work lacked the inspiration, the "spark," the
vital "something" to make it tick -- and GROW! The answer, of
course, is that the POWER OF GOD was lacking. They were, in true
fact, on their own! Christ had never called or sent them. They
were not speaking His Word faithfully! Without His guidance and
the dynamic power of His Spirit, their work soon came to naught.
The only reason this work survived -- and grew -- is that I was
not, after all, "on my own."
Pitifully small as this effort was during those first few
years -- still it was, though assuredly not then apparent, the very
WORK OF THE LIVING GOD. The divinely imparted dynamic spark was
in it. People have asked, in recent years, what makes this now
great work "tick." The vital energy and life that the living
CHRIST has imparted is what makes it tick!


The Difference

The things God does through man must always start small -- usually
the very smallest -- but they grow big, until they become the
biggest. Jesus compared this to the proverbial mustard seed.
Today, for example [as this second volume goes to press],
there are [nearly five] billion people populating the earth. God
started this -- with one man, out of whom he made one woman. The
nations of Israel, Judah, the numerous Arabs, all started with
one man -- Abraham. The only true religion started with one
man -- Jesus Christ! Ultimately those born of God through Him will
fill the earth.
This work certainly had no professional appearance in those
days, although there must have been power in the broadcasts -- they
had the ring of sincerity and the truth the listeners had not
heard before. And The Plain Truth, though crude in appearance,
nevertheless reflected the years of professional writing
experience. Mistakes were made. This was due to the human
element. It was the guidance and power of God injected into it
that gave it its real impetus -- but God was using a mighty
imperfect human instrument, and so human limitations entered into
the picture too. These caused some of the setbacks, and God
allowed others to test and refine and help perfect the instrument
He was using.
I know of evangelists who have been skyrocketed suddenly to
fame before vast audiences. They started out big and quickly
became celebrities acclaimed by millions. But they were started
out by organizations of MEN. It was organized religion which
pumped into their great stadiums, coliseums, supertents or vast
auditoriums the multithousand crowds. And all such world-famous
evangelists must preach only what is allowed by the denominations
or churches who back them, and must refrain from preaching
anything contrary to their doctrines.
Suppose, for example, such an evangelist backed by the
conservative fundamentalist -- evangelical denominations should
tell his audience the Bible commands them to keep the seventh-day
Sabbath. Suppose a "big-time" evangelist with so-called
"Pentecostal" backing in his giant circus tent should shout to
his thousands that "speaking in tongues" is not the "Bible
evidence" of "the baptism of the Holy Spirit." Immediately they
would be branded HERETICS. Immediately they would lose their
organized backing; they would be plunged into "disgrace."
But such men come and they go. Their work is foredoomed to
die. If they are backed by men, supported by organized men, they
must become the willing TOOL of such organizations. But when one
is truly called and chosen of God, he must become wholly yielded
to God as God's servant, and he must speak God's Word faithfully,
else GOD's support is withdrawn. What a difference!


Redoubling Growth

Jesus Christ said, "Every plant, which my heavenly Father hath
not planted, shall be rooted up" (Matt. 15:13). Again, "Except
the Lord build the house, they labor in vain that build it"
(Psalm 127:1). But, David was inspired to say (Moffatt
translation): "Though I must pass through the thick of trouble,
thou wilt preserve me: ... The Eternal intervenes on my behalf; ...
thou wilt not drop the work thou hast begun" (Psalm 138:7-8).
That PROMISE of God has sustained me through the years of
opposition, persecution and trouble. God is still keeping that
promise, and He will perpetually!
Looking back, now, over the actual physical circumstances,
conditions, and happenings of those years, it seems utterly
incredible that a work started in such a humble, crude manner
without any visible backing could have survived, let alone
continued to grow at the pace of 30 percent a year.
Of course this work did not double in size every day, every
week, or even every year. But doubling in number of people
reached, in number of precious lives converted, in radio power,
and in scope of operation every two years and seven and a half
months is, after all, a very rapid and almost unheard-of rate of
growth. And that rate of redoubling continued nearly thirty
years!


Plain Truth Printed at Last

If this work had the appearance, those first seven struggling
years, of the pitifully insignificant and hopeless effort of an
individual striving desperately "on his own," it began now
rapidly to take on the appearance of a more substantial
operation. Those with spiritual discernment began to recognize it
for what it was -- the true WORK OF GOD.
A limited fund had been raised to start the broadcast on
KRSC, in Seattle.
In preparation for this, a part of this special fund had
been used to have the Plain Truth issue for August-September,
1940, printed! This was the first printed number since the
May-June, 1938, number.
But at last, with this August-September, 1940, number, The
Plain Truth graduated permanently from the handmade mimeographed
class! Along with the other phases of the work, The Plain Truth
was growing up!
It "grew up" only to a most humble start as a printed
magazine, however. This issue, and the few to follow, were
printed on a very low-cost yellow paper we had used for years for
the mimeographed editions. It was only eight pages. And it was
issued only bimonthly. On page 4, under the masthead box,
appeared this notice: "This is the first issue of The Plain Truth
since May. There was no June or July number this year. For the
immediate future we hope to be able, the Lord willing, to publish
one number each two months. Later we hope to be able to send you
an issue every month, and to enlarge The Plain Truth to sixteen
pages, just double the present size. Constant improvement is our
goal."
That improvement came slowly through the years -- but the
effort was never relinquished, and gradually the improvement did
come.
Many months later, it did double to 16 pages. Circulation
doubled and redoubled. After years as a 16-page magazine, it went
to twenty-four and then to thirty-two pages. In publishing that
first regular printed issue of The Plain Truth, an additional 500
copies were printed in anticipation of the first two months'
response from the new Seattle broadcast.


Amazing Seattle Response

The broadcast had started on KRSC, in Seattle, September 15,
1940. By November 1 the receipt of mail from listeners was
mounting rapidly. More than 500 requests for copies came from the
first four or five broadcasts. The co-workers' Bulletin dated
November 1 reported the subscription list of The Plain Truth had
reached 3,000. We still had to keep the mailing list by
handwriting, or typing, and in this manner personally address
every copy. This required volunteer labor and several days' time.
Mail response now indicated a listening audience of 150,000 with
the three radio stations.
Although requests for The Plain Truth exceeded 500 the first
five weeks from the Seattle station, there were, of course, very
few contributions -- especially when none were in any way
solicited. Nevertheless, for the encouragement of older
co-workers, this November 1 Bulletin stated: "Offerings are just
beginning, now, to come from listeners to KRSC, our Seattle
station. First, $1. Then, later, another dollar; then $6 the next
week $8 so far." It was now costing nearly $100 per issue to
publish and mail out The Plain Truth.
In this issue of the co-workers' Bulletin (sent only to
those who had become voluntary regular contributors), excerpts
from several letters from listeners were reproduced -- seventeen of
those from the Seattle station, and nine from the Portland
station.
Portions of some of those letters are illuminating. Here are
just a few:
"FROM SEATTLE: 'Am enclosing $1 to help a little in your
God-given work. How I wish it could be more, but when I can
possibly, will send more. Received the copy of The Plain Truth a
few days ago .... I have wondered many times when these Scriptures
would be revealed, and by whom; but God knew, and He has given
the wisdom to one He can trust. You have my prayers.' " This
letter accompanied the second dollar received from the program on
the Seattle station. Jesus Christ said His sheep hear His voice.
They recognize His message. They catch the difference instantly.
Some of these letters came from people who discerned that this,
indeed, was Christ's own gospel -- very different from that the
world had heard.
"FROM BINGEN, WASHINGTON: 'Will you please send a copy of
The Plain Truth. I thank God for men who tell the truth about His
plan of salvation. There are only too few in this time of great
need.' "
"FROM DEEP RIVER, WASH.: 'We listen to your broadcast every
Sunday, and would like to receive the magazine .... I realize you
do not ask for money, but I am enclosing $1 to help in God's
work.' "
"FROM INDIANOLA, WASH.: 'The portion of your sermon,
delivered over the radio yesterday, that I heard was most
enlightening and constructive, and I should appreciate having you
send me The Plain Truth. These certainly are the kind of biblical
explanations that the world needs today.' "
Yes, some who hear the World Tomorrow program do recognize
it as God's very own message, and it has been the generally
unpreached truth of God's Word, and the power of His Spirit that
has given this work life, and vitality, and caused it to grow
from smallest beginnings!
Now just two or three portions of letters from listeners
over KWJJ, Portland. These, too, are significant:
"FROM OREGON CITY: 'I received your message today and with
tears streaming from my eyes, thanked our heavenly Father that
the way had been opened for your Seattle broadcast.' "
"FROM LA CENTER, WASH.: 'I enjoy your broadcast so much, and
regret when I have to miss one. I feel lifted, and see more light
after listening. God is certainly with you in every word that you
say -- one can just feel His presence. I would appreciate a copy of
The Plain Truth, please.' "
"FROM PORTLAND: 'In your last broadcast you mentioned that
the public might not approve your words. From your own teachings,
your concern is to preach the TRUTH, just as you have been
doing .... The LORD approves. That is enough. The Plain Truth is
most excellent .... This old world is now in the critical time
when we need a pilot to show us whither we are headed. You are
doing a great job. I know you are giving the truth to those who
never heard it, and probably never would, who will not go to the
present-day church and who hold the church to be a hypocritical
racket. But they listen to you. Keep up the good work.' "


Atheists Converted

This Bulletin carried a subhead on page 5: "Even Atheists Being
Converted." It said: "Yes, even ATHEISTS those who have convinced
themselves there is no God .... Seldom, if ever, have you heard of
atheists being converted. Yet I know definitely of at least two
who have been changed from death to life, through this work of
which you are a vital part. Both are active co-workers now."
One was a young mother, prominent in the Communist Party.
The facts in her case have been covered previously in the
Autobiography. The second was a young man in Vancouver,
Washington. I reported, in this Bulletin: "Last February 16, we
received this letter the first we had ever heard of this young
man:
"'Dear Mr. Armstrong: I started listening to your broadcasts
in September, 1938, and since that time I have been coming to my
senses. In other words, you have been the medium through which
God has acted to blast away my atheistic ideas, false conceptions
and idiotic philosophies. This, to me, is a modern miracle, for I
have long considered myself impregnable to what seemed to be the
greatest myth of all time -- God and the Bible .... I've been
listening for a long time to various pastors, ministers and
preachers, if only for the malicious pleasure of finding fault
with what they say. The first time I tuned on you, I was stuck.
Then I started thinking -- probably for the first time in years.
Then I started regretting. I didn't deserve it, but found the
door open when I knocked. It's marvelous how much different one's
attitude is when it is taken from a spiritual angle. All things
seem different. It's something God only can do for a person. I
wish you could reach a much larger audience, and I'm praying for
the time when you can.' "
This man, some time after writing this letter -- yet this was
prior to going on the air in Seattle -- attended meetings I was
holding in Vancouver (Washington), and was baptized shortly after
this Bulletin went out November 1, 1940. His prayer for the
expansion of the work -- along with many other prayers -- was
answered, and he became a valuable instrument of God,
collaborating with me in God's work. He was a nationally known
artist. For many years Plain Truth readers read his Bible Story,
which rendered the story -- thread of the Bible in plain, simple,
dynamically interesting language. This man was Basil Wolverton.
The letter quoted above was the first I ever heard from him. It
gives evidence of some of the "fruit" God was producing through
this work, even in those pioneer days.
This November 1, 1940, Bulletin ended with these words: "ON
TO LOS ANGELES is our slogan now!" Yes, the work was growing up!


Christmas Slump

But immediately we encountered another obstacle threatening the
work. The Christmas shopping season was upon us. Always December
had been our toughest month to weather through. So many
co-workers became so occupied with Christmas shopping, trading
gifts back and forth among friends and relatives, many forgot and
neglected any gift for Christ, whose birthday they supposed they
were celebrating. I was forced to remind our co-workers of this
in the next Bulletin, dated December 6, or see the entire work
stop. It explained:
"The Seattle broadcast has had to start just as we come to
the Christmas shopping season. Each year it seems that two-thirds
or more of all our co-workers forget the Lord's work entirely
through December. Brethren, the tithe is THE LORD'S for His work!
Here we are, in the most serious hours of all earth's history! We
are told in the Scriptures to preach the gospel, to keep at it,
in season and out of season! This is the END-time, when Jesus
said this gospel of the kingdom must go to all the world for a
witness, just before the end comes! ... This message must not stop!
Surely proclaiming God's message and the salvation of souls must
come first -- material gifts second!"
It seems that with the results of that letter we did
struggle through. Meanwhile the listening audience, and the Plain
Truth circulation, continued to enlarge.
By mid-February, 1941, circulation of The Plain Truth had
climbed to 4,000 copies. Mail response now indicated a weekly
listening audience of 150,000 or more. Letters were coming from
all classes of people -- women, laboring men, farmers, office
workers, and also from business and professional men.


Suicide Prevented

In early February, 1941, we received a letter from a man who said
he was on the point of committing suicide in his discouragement,
when by accident -- or, as he himself suggested, intervention of
God -- he heard the broadcast of February 9. He wrote that this
message got through to him -- made him realize that what he needed
was not suicide, but CHRIST! He wrote a heart-touching appeal to
help him find his Savior and salvation. He was, of course, given
personal help.
More and more, evidence piled up demonstrating the power of
God working and energizing His work through us.
In the Bulletin of February 14, 1941, the following
appeared:
"ANNOUNCEMENT:
"Mrs. Armstrong and I announce that our daughter Beverly is
to be married to Mr. James A. Gott of Eugene, on Friday morning,
February 28, at ten o'clock, in the little church at the end of
West Eighth Avenue, in Eugene.
"Beverly is the soprano in the Radio Church quartette, whose
beautiful singing is so familiar to our radio audiences."
During this week of February 23, an exciting event had
happened. We had purchased our first "almost new" car, taking
delivery the night before the wedding.


First New Car

Somewhere around November, 1940, station KRSC in Seattle had
switched our time from 4 p.m., which was the same time we aired
on KWJJ, Portland, to 8:30 Sunday mornings. At first I suffered
keen disappointment, feeling it would mean a smaller audience.
But it proved a blessing in disguise. The listening audience
picked up faster than ever.
Best of all, it made possible for me to drive to Seattle to
put the program on live, instead of sending transcriptions. In
those days our transcriptions had to be recorded in almost
amateur manner on inferior equipment in Eugene. The "live"
broadcasts made possible news reporting, and analysis of the very
latest news, hot off the radio station teletypes, explaining the
prophetic meaning with the Bible.
We were still limping along every Saturday afternoon and
night the entire 320-mile drive from Eugene to Seattle in our old
1934 Graham. Constantly we had connecting rod trouble.
For many months this arduous routine was continued. I
usually arrived in Seattle about 1 a.m., Sunday morning. I
remember well tuning in Seattle's powerful 50,000-watt station
KIRO, which I could hear on the car radio the entire distance
from Portland to Seattle. How I wished we might broadcast over
such a powerful station! But we couldn't afford it -- then. God
later allowed us not only to afford it, but opened time for us on
that splendid station twice daily.
The grueling routine of those weekend trips lasted, I
believe, until the spring of 1942. Arriving at my hotel -- one of
the newer but smaller ones -- a service was provided whereby the
garage, a block down the street, came after my car upon arrival.
After a very few hours sleep I was awakened at 5 a.m. -- showered,
shaved, dressed, and down to the all-night fountain in the corner
drug store, where I bought the morning paper and hurriedly
checked through it for prophetic news while drinking a glass of
orange juice and a cup of coffee.
Then I hurried back to my briefcase and portable typewriter,
and started rapping out script for the broadcast. In those days,
even before the United States entered the war, security
precautions required that every word be presented in script
form -- one copy for the station announcer, one from which I was to
speak. I did not dare deviate from the script.
I had to have the half-hour script completed promptly at 8
a.m., when I dashed down, checked out of the hotel, and found my
car waiting for me at the hotel entrance. Arriving at KRSC at
8:15, I had fifteen minutes in which to hand over the station
copy of the script to the announcer, scan quickly the news
teletape for any last-minute bulletins of significance I had not
found in the morning paper, and clip it and write out any comment
on my portable typewriter. At exactly 8:30, the familiar
"GREETINGS, Friends!" was going out on the air. At 9 o'clock I
leaped into my car, stopped off at the old "Half-Way House"
midway to Tacoma, for breakfast, then continued the tiresome
jaunt, with a state 50-mile-per-hour speed limit, on the old
horse-and-buggy winding highway to Portland. Stopping off at
Chehalis for lunch, I usually arrived in Portland about 3 p.m.,
with one hour to again check teletapes for last-minute news.
Then, on the air over KWJJ at 4. Off at 4:30. Arriving in Eugene
at 7:30 I would find the little church filled with a Sunday night
audience. Then an evangelistic sermon and, usually, preaching
every night through the week, working daytime's in the office
answering letters, writing The Plain Truth, or out making calls
on people needing help, people interested, holding private Bible
studies, etc. It was a grind.
From the time I started driving to Seattle, I had to put the
old Graham in the repair garage regularly every week. Finally, by
February, 1941, it was costing me $18 per week on the average for
repairs, and then, on Monday, February 24, the garage owner told
me:
"Mr. Armstrong, this car is not going to hold together for
another single trip to Seattle. You've got a connecting-rod and a
bearing situation that won't get you there and back. It will cost
$110 to fix it. The blue-book value of your car, even after you
spend that $110, is now only $105 -- so your car is now worth $5
less than nothing, actually. If ever you intend to trade this old
hulk in, it's a matter of right now -- or never!" But I could not
afford a new car!
Anyway, I went over to the DeSoto dealer, to see what could
be done. The dealer himself showed me a car -- the most beautiful
car, I thought, I had ever seen! "We've had this car in here six
weeks," he said. "My wife has used it six weeks as her personal
car. It's just barely broken in -- has 1,700 miles."
"But I can't afford such a car," I said.
"You can afford this one," he replied, confidently. "Because
my wife drove it that 1,700 miles, I can make you a deal you can
afford. Come, take a ride in it."
With assurance I was not obligated, I got in. It certainly
was different than the old Graham! We drove out to our house, and
I persuaded Mrs. Armstrong to get in for a short ride. She was
very skeptical. She knew it was beyond our reach.
While we were gone, another man had appraised the old
Graham. On our return, he handed a slip of paper to the dealer.
He offered several hundred dollars for the old car -- which I had
just learned was worth $5 less than nothing. Anyway, it came to
within $50 of making the down payment, and he offered me the car
on $40 per month payments. That was much less than I was now
having to spend on repairs. But I could not meet the $50 cash
payment. "Look, Mr. Armstrong -- I want you to have this car. Can
you get me $10 cash before the end of the week, and the other $40
before the end of the month? I'll let the regular $40 monthly
payments begin May 1. Now can you meet that? I simply insist on
having some cash before you take the car -- if only $10."
Yes, I could do that. Actually, it was not going to increase
expenses, but reduce them. It was providential!
And so, as it worked out, I got the $10 in to him on
Thursday evening and took delivery of the car. And that car
turned out to be, actually, the best car I have ever owned, even
to this day. Those 1941 DeSotos were great cars.
The next morning, I married my own daughter -- to Mr. James A.
Gott. After the wedding, they rode with Mrs. Armstrong and me in
the new car to Seattle. There was just one way Mrs. Armstrong and
I figured we could give them a honeymoon. The nicest short trip
we knew for such an event was the boat trip from Seattle to
Victoria, B.C. In those days they were running the very fine
ships, the Princess Marguerite, and the Princess Kathleen -- later,
I believe, destroyed in the war.
We regretted having to intrude ourselves into their
honeymoon as far as Seattle, but it was the only way we could
afford it at all. I had to be in Seattle by Sunday morning for
the broadcast. Jimmy was able to get off from work only the two
days, Friday and Monday. By going with us to Seattle, they had
their transportation for that distance without cost.
We stopped overnight at Chehalis, arriving early next
morning at the boat docks in Seattle. They arrived back Sunday
night. We drove back to Eugene Monday. Having that almost -- new
car made it a wonderful trip. That was once that a slightly used
car was everything the dealer claimed!


Chapter 42
On the Air in Los Angeles!

BY MID-MAY, 1941, the weekly listening audience, over the
three stations in Eugene and Portland and in Seattle, had grown
to a quarter of a million people.
That seemed a huge audience. Indeed, it was a huge audience.
The work of God, having been started so very small was, as stated
before, growing up.
The circulation of The Plain Truth had gone up to 5,000
copies.
We had started on the air in Seattle, on 1,000-watt KRSC, on
September 15, 1940. By February, 1941, the mail response
indicated a listening audience of more than 150,000. Beginning
with the issue of August-September, 1940, The Plain Truth had
"grown up" from a mimeographed paper to a sixteen-page printed
magazine, bimonthly. By mid-May we were receiving between 200 and
300 letters from radio listeners every week, and mailing out
5,000 copies of The Plain Truth.


Office Outgrown

Now we experienced "growing pains" in real earnest. Now we really
did have a tremendous problem on our hands.
It was becoming an utter impossibility to continue handling
this volume of mail, and a 5,000-name mailing list, and mailing
out the 5,000 copies, without equipment in that unventilated
inside office room.
For seven years we had struggled to build this work from
nothing to its 1941 size, without equipment. We had paid
$5-per-month rent for this small inside room. It was without
windows, without ventilation, except for two transoms. One
transom opened into the hallway. The other opened into a large
adjoining room where labor union meetings were held. The only
ventilation we received through this transom was stale tobacco
smoke from the preceding night's union meetings. We were able to
work in this office room only about two hours at a time without
going outdoors for air. It was not a healthful place to work.
We had no modern office equipment, not even a desk. There
were a few shelves along one wall. We had no mailing equipment.
The 5,000 names on the mailing list had to be kept by handwriting
or typing. Each issue, the 5,000 copies of The Plain Truth had to
be hand rolled into thin paper wrappers, stamped, addressed
either by hand, or by myself on the one and only secondhand
typewriter.
After going on KRSC in Seattle, this became an impossible
task for Mrs. Armstrong and me, without help. Twice we had one
girl or woman helping in the office, but now we had to ask
several church brethren for volunteer help to come to the office
to address wrappers, and help us roll them and stamp for mailing.
Then on May 14, 1941, a wonderful thing happened. A larger,
sun-lit office became available to us. It was in the old I.O.O.F.
Building in Eugene, on the third floor, rear northeast corner.
There was an inner corner room, and a double-size outer room
opening off the hallway. I could not afford to rent both rooms,
but the building manager offered to let me have the inner corner
office for $10 per month. He also said we could use the larger
outer office part time, if necessary, until we could afford to
rent the whole thing. A much larger adjoining room was available
for future rental, when need and finance arrived.
This office had nice large windows -- sunlight -- fresh air.
Let me tell you right here, I never was so grateful for
sunlight and fresh air in all my life. I had never before
realized how thankful we should be for sunlight and fresh air.
That is one blessing most people have, but usually take for
granted without any thanksgiving! How about you?
I now managed to buy an office desk -- after seven years. That
same desk was used in the television program in 1955, seen by
hundreds of thousands, coast to coast. I continued to use it as
my desk, after moving the headquarters of the work to Pasadena,
until 1955 or 1956. It is still doing service for one of God's
ministers.


Our First Equipment

This desk was the very beginning of necessary equipment to
administer the work of God. We had been forced to wait seven
years for it.
About the time of moving to this larger office, I managed to
buy an antiquated, secondhand, foot-operated addressing machine.
With it we installed the first beginning of the Elliott system of
stencils for the mailing list. These stencils are cut on a
typewriter, or machine very similar to a typewriter.
That old foot-operated addressing machine made so much noise
that the tenants on the floor below complained vigorously.
Perhaps our many employees today working in the large, modern,
air-conditioned mailing room may utter a momentary prayer of
gratitude to the Great God who has provided them with the very
finest and most efficient equipment the world affords.
I do not remember, now, what I paid for that ancient
addressing machine. I believe we still have it stored somewhere
around the Ambassador College campus. Perhaps we should get out
some of this ancient crude equipment and form a museum of our
own! It probably cost all of $10 or $15 -- we could not have
afforded more, then. I'm sure many of our employees would laugh
at it, today. But it was no laughing matter, then. We struggled
along seven years to have it. And I very sincerely THANKED GOD
for it!
Think of just the two of us -- with at times the help of a
girl who knew no shorthand and could not use a
typewriter -- handling and answering an average of 250 letters a
week, besides all the other things Mrs. Armstrong and I had to
do! Then having to call in a half dozen church brethren for
volunteer help in addressing 5,000 copies of The Plain Truth BY
HAND. And in those days we had to paste 1-cent stamps on every
copy. Mrs. Armstrong had to cook paste of flour and water at home
and bring it to the office to paste those wrappers.
About the time we moved to this new office, I managed to
employ a secretary. I believe she started at $10 per week. Also,
I now purchased my first filing cabinet. It was a heavy cardboard
cabinet reinforced at corners and edges with very thin metal.
If anyone doubts that this work started the very smallest,
let him realize we had to wait seven years for this cardboard
file cabinet -- and then we could afford ONLY THE ONE. How many
modern steel filing cabinets do we have TODAY? I simply don't
know -- but it must be hundreds -- not only at Pasadena headquarters,
in many different buildings on the campus, and in dozens and
scores of offices around the world.
This great work of God not only started small. It grew very
gradually. There was no mushroom growth.
Writing these things makes me realize HOW GRATEFUL we should
be -- HOW MUCH we have to THANK GOD for! And all this God has done
without requests for money on the air, or in any of our
literature -- all of which is given FREE, upon request.


New Consciousness of Mission

About this time God impressed on my mind His real meaning of the
prophecies in Ezekiel 33:1-19, and 3:17-21. The true significance
of the entire book of Ezekiel had been revealed for some time.
But now, suddenly, it took on immediate and specific and personal
significance.
I had seen that Ezekiel was a prophet with a message for the
FUTURE. He himself was in the captivity of the House of
JUDAH -- the Jews. But he was not set a prophet with a message to
these people. The original nation Israel had been divided after
the death of Solomon into two nations. The northern kingdom of
TEN TRIBES had its capital, not at Jerusalem, but at Samaria. It
was called THE HOUSE OF ISRAEL -- not Judah. The kingdom of Israel
had been invaded and conquered by King Shalmaneser of Assyria
about 120 to 135 years before the Jewish captivity by Babylon.
The people of the House of Israel had been up-rooted from
their homes, their farms and cities, and taken to the southern
shores of the Caspian Sea. Buy by the time of the Babylonish
captivity of Judah, in Ezekiel's day, some of the House of Israel
had migrated northwest to northwestern Europe and the British
Isles.
Ezekiel was made a prophet to this nation -- not the nation of
Judah among whose captives he lived. His message was a warning of
INVASION and TOTAL DESTRUCTION OF THE NATION'S CITIES. That
invasion was for the far future. The prophecy came more than 120
years after Israel already had been invaded and conquered.
God did not say, "Warn the people where you are." He said:
"Son of man, I SEND THEE TO" the House of Israel. God said: "go"
from where Ezekiel was, with JUDAH -- "GO, get thee UNTO THE HOUSE
OF ISRAEL."
But Ezekiel did not go. HE COULDN'T! He was a CAPTIVE of the
Chaldeans. And no such gigantic military invasion has ever
befallen the kingdom of ISRAEL since Ezekiel's prophecy was
written! The prophecies of the Bible are nearly all DUAL. They
have a two-fold fulfillment -- the one, often in Old Testament
times, a type of the second, in these end-time days. The Assyrian
captivity, more than a century before the prophecy was the type.
The warning is for our day!
Again, there is a story-flow -- a time-sequence running
through the book of Ezekiel. Other portions of the book show the
prophecies pertain to the time shortly prior to the Second Coming
of Christ. The 40th chapter to the end of the book deals with
millennial events, yet future.
So now I saw Ezekiel was set a WATCHMAN -- to watch
international conditions as well as God's prophecies and when
this invasion is preparing, and near, shortly prior to Christ's
coming to RULE THE WORLD, the watchman is to WARN the people who
had migrated, in Ezekiel's day, to northwestern Europe and the
British Isles! But Ezekiel never carried that warning! It was not
for HIS TIME! He was used merely to write it! It now became plain
to me that God was to use a modern 20th-century "Ezekiel" to
shout this WARNING.
The realization flashed to my mind with terrific impact that
in WORLD WAR II -- already then under way -- America being then drawn
closer to participation -- that I could see this "sword" of WAR
coming! I looked around. NO ONE had ever sounded this warning! No
one was then sounding it! I saw numerous prophecies showing how
terribly God is going to punish North America and the British
Commonwealth people for our apostasy from Him. I saw our sins,
individually and nationally, fast increasing!
The conviction came. IF God opened doors for the
MASS-PROCLAMATION of His gospel, and of this warning, nationwide,
I would walk through those doors and proclaim God's message
faithfully, as long as He gave me guidance, power, and the means.
I had no illusions that I was chosen to be the "modern
Ezekiel" to proclaim this message. But I did know that no one was
sounding this alarm. I did plainly see this sword of destruction
and punishment coming. I knew the time was near. Perhaps, with
World War II well under way, it was even then upon us. We could
not, then, foresee that God would grant another recess period in
the series of world wars before the final round to end at
"Armageddon."
And I did see, plainly, that God said: "IF the watchman see
the sword come, and blow not the trumpet, and the people be not
warned" that God would require the blood of the people -- and now
whole peoples -- at the watchman's hand!
That was a stern warning to me. At least I was one of the
watchmen who did see it coming! God had already placed the
broadcasting facilities of three radio stations at my disposal. A
quarter of a million people now heard my voice weekly. Possibly
ten or fifteen thousand people read the 5,000 copies of The Plain
Truth .
Of course I had been sounding this warning all along -- but
only in the Pacific Northwest. Now I began to see that God
intended to send it to ALL ISRAEL. And He had revealed to me that
that meant, today, the United States, the British Commonwealth,
and the nations of northwestern Europe. The idea of my being
used, personally, in reaching Britain and these other countries
did not yet take sharp focus in my mind. But I did now, for the
first time, begin to think actively and definitely about this
work expanding to the entire United States!


Door Opens to Reach NATION

God works out His purposes on His definite time schedule. This
vision of urgency to warn the whole nation and renewed sense of
mission came just when God was ready to OPEN DOORS NATIONALLY!
In June that year-1941 -- Mrs. Armstrong's sister and a friend
were planning a trip to Detroit to take delivery on a new car.
Somehow the suggestion came for Mrs. Armstrong and me -- with
them -- to drive our new car as far as Chicago.
Immediately it flashed to my mind that in Des Moines, Iowa,
where I had been born and reared, was an exclusive-channel
50,000-watt radio station, WHO. In those days I could tune it in
any night out on the Pacific Coast. Only eight stations had
exclusive channels -- no other station on the continent on their
channels. For our purpose, I knew that WHO was then the most
valuable and desirable station in all the United States for our
purpose -- located not far from the geographical center of the
nation.
Normally, I knew our chances of obtaining time on such a
high prestige station were exactly nil. But then I remembered my
uncle, Frank Armstrong, youngest brother of my father. For years
he had been the leading advertising man in the state of Iowa.
Perhaps his influence might help swing open the mighty door of
WHO. Of course, we could not afford to buy time on so powerful a
station -- but I would see about it, anyway.
Let me say, here, for the benefit of those not familiar with
the radio-television field, there is a vast difference in
50,000-watt stations. Some 50,000-watt stations have far less
coverage than others. The quality of equipment, the location of
the transmitter, and other factors make all the difference. But
WHO was -- and is -- one of the very top prestige stations. Its
signal was phenomenal. Today, there are many more stations on the
air as then. Today, none of these big stations reaches out like
they did then.
So we drove our new DeSoto car to Chicago, where the girls
took a bus to Detroit. Then we stopped at Des Moines on the
return trip.
I had not seen my uncle for fifteen years. We had arranged
by telephone to have a family get-together at the home of my
cousin -- his daughter -- and her husband, in Indianola, a county
seat town thirty miles south of Des Moines.
I suppose we were all a little surprised to observe the
change that had taken place in the appearance of each of
us -- after fifteen years.
We visited old friends of both my wife and myself around
Indianola and Des Moines for a few days.
While there, my uncle called the general manager of WHO on
the telephone, told him about me, and asked him to see me. After
I explained about our program, he said he could clear a late
Sunday night time, at 11 p.m., except for one Sunday night, each
month. The owner of WHO was Col. B. J. Palmer owner of the Palmer
Chiropractic Institute at Davenport, Iowa. Col. Palmer reserved
the time of 11 to 11:30 p.m. on one Sunday night of each month
for a personal talk by himself. Mr. Mailand, the station's
manager, offered me the other three or four Sunday nights at this
same hour, at the very low cost, for so powerful a station, of a
little over $60 per half hour.
This was a tremendous opportunity -- but it was still beyond
our reach. I told Mr. Mailand we were not yet ready for it, but
hoped to be by the following year. I had felt we ought to go on a
Los Angeles station first, anyway. But now, definitely, our
vision expanded to broadcasting nationally, as soon as we could
grow to it.


Los Angeles Door Opens

We had planned to swing by Los Angeles on our way home to
investigate possibilities on radio stations there.
If Portland and Seattle radio stations had been hostile to
programming religious broadcasts, I found Los Angeles even more
so -- although there were a large number of religious programs on
the air in Los Angeles.
Station KNX, the powerful 50,000-watt CBS outlet, carried
Dr. Maclennan of the Hollywood Presbyterian Church, John Mathews,
who billed himself as "the Shepherd of the air" and Charles E.
Fuller of "The Old Fashioned Revival Hour." I had listened quite
regularly to all three, since KNX came in like a local station at
night in Eugene.
But I did not even contact KNX. I knew it was completely
beyond our financial ability. To me, in those days, these three
radio broadcasters on KNX were real "Big Time." On the human
level they seemed to me as giants, and I as a dwarf, so low
beside them I would not have presumed to encroach on their
valuable time by attempting to meet and shake hands with them.
Yet, on the spiritual plane. I realized that God had given me a
message that was not being preached, anywhere, except on our
program. But I felt very unimportant in my own eyes.
I found stations in Los Angeles closing their doors on
religious broadcasts. Yet, when I went over to KMTR (it is now
KLAC), I found the manager, Mr. Ken Tinkham friendly. He told me
the station was cutting down on religious programs, though the
station still carried several. It was only a 1,000-watt station,
but Mr. Tinkham explained how the transmitter was directly over
an underground river, which had the rather freak effect of giving
their signal a power equal to about 40,000 watts. Underground
river or not, I found it true that the station then had a better
signal than any station in Los Angeles, except the 50,000-watt
stations. It was heard like a local station in San Diego, 120
miles away, and even in Bakersfield, which is over the mountains.
As we talked, I could sense Mr. Tinkham warming up to Mrs.
Armstrong and me. Finally, he said he would try, later, to open
up a Sunday morning time for me. I had told him we were not yet
ready to go on the air in Los Angeles.


An Eighteen -- Day Fast

The long strain of building the work through seven and a half
years, without facilities or financial resources, had been taking
its toll physically. I had been losing sleep. The constant
driving on high tension to keep up with the growing work had told
on my nerves. The weekly trips of 650 miles to Seattle and back
added to the grind.
So, on returning to Eugene, Mrs. Armstrong and I with our
boys, went over on the Oregon coast to one of the
little-frequented beaches, and rented a small cabin. There I went
on an eighteen-day fast for both physical and spiritual
recharging. An unfit man cannot accomplish much. I returned to
the new office in Eugene, August 12, 1941, refreshed and renewed,
with new vigor. With the KMTR and the WHO doors standing ajar,
just waiting to open to us, there was now redoubled incentive to
push forward.


First Airplane Flight

By December of that year, I decided to ease the strain of those
long drives to Seattle -- at least part of the time. Consequently
on Saturday night, December 6, I left my car in Portland, and
took the train to Seattle. I had found that the overnight train
arrived in Seattle in time for the 8:30 broadcast at KRSC, if it
was on time.
But on that particular Sunday morning, the train was late.
But by getting off at Tacoma, and hiring a taxicab, I was able to
arrive on time.
I had found that I could take a plane leaving Seattle
somewhere around noon, getting me back to Portland in time for
the 4 p.m. broadcast on KWJJ. This was the first time in my life
I had ever been up in an airplane.
I shall never forget that night. About fifteen minutes after
takeoff, I noticed the captain near the passenger cabin. He knelt
beside the passengers in the front seats, and in low tones spoke
to them. Then he repeated this to those in the second row. My
curiosity was aroused.
When he came to me, he said he had just received word over
the plane's radio that the Japanese had bombed Pearl Harbor that
morning, December 7 -- that the United States Navy fleet stationed
there had been knocked out. The captain had spoken so quietly to
prevent any excitement of hysteria on the plane. THAT MEANT WAR!
The United States, it flashed to my mind, was now drawn into
World War II!
Arriving in Portland, I jumped into a cab and got to the
radio studio as quickly as possible. I purchased the extra
newspapers being sold on the streets. I carefully scanned the
teletapes of latest news at the radio station. Out came my
portable typewriter. A new broadcast was dashed off.
At 4 p.m. I went on the air with one of the red-hottest
broadcasts of my life. I knew that all of my listeners probably
knew, already, of the Pearl Harbor "day of infamy." I merely
reported the very latest few items of news, then went into an
explanation of the MEANING of it IN BIBLICAL PROPHECY. This was
one of the exciting incidents of my life.
From that point on, my broadcasts took on more and more the
nature of news analysis of the war. Listener interest increased
now that the United States was in the war.


Music Dropped from Program

It was now, more than ever, that my twenty years' experience in
the newspaper and magazine field profited the work. Not only did
I have long experience in recognizing significant news, and in
processes of analysis (of news as well as of business and
merchandising conditions), but now, with a fourteen-year
accumulation of biblical knowledge and understanding of
prophecies, resulting from these years of intense and
concentrated (as well as consecrated) study, I was able to
produce radio programs that carried even greater public interest
than those of the network news analysts.
At this time news reporting and news analysis constituted by
far the number one listener interest on radio. A number of
nationally famous news commentators and analysts gained the
public spotlight -- such men as Elmer Davis, H.V. Kaltenborn,
Raymond Gram Swing, Edward R. Murrow, Eric Sevareid and others
just to name a few.
But these men knew nothing of biblical prophecy. Not knowing
the real purpose being worked out here below, they did not grasp
the true significance on the world of the future, of the news
they were analyzing. They did not know where it was leading.
On the other hand, none of the ministers broadcasting
religious programs had the newspaper and analytic background,
nor, I may add, the true understanding of the prophecies, to
connect that entire third of the Bible with the war events.
Putting the two together -- factual knowledge and analysis of
war events, with biblical prophecies -- put at my disposal a
powerful interest-compelling message.
Radio station managers recognized this. At the time, they
welcomed and encouraged it. They began to suggest dropping off
the music. I have mentioned before that when the program started,
the first Sunday in 1934, it was not called The World Tomorrow,
but Radio Church of God. It was, actually, the format of a
typical church service condensed into a half hour. Only, instead
of taking up most of the time with music, announcements, and
special events with a fifteen-minute sermon, out of a service an
hour and fifteen to thirty minutes long, I did get in a
twenty-three- to twenty-six-minute sermon on a
twenty-nine-and-a-half-minute program.
We started with our opening theme, then a lively two-verse
hymn -- never more than two verses on the air -- then a short prayer
with hummed music background, announcements, a short anthemette,
then the sermon, then reminder of announcements about The Plain
Truth, and sign-off over closing theme music.
But we noticed that not more than one in a couple thousand
letters ever mentioned the music. What evoked interest, and
brought response, was the MESSAGE.
At first I was both reluctant and afraid to drop the music.
So I experimented by reducing it. No harm resulted. There was no
lessening in the response or expressed interest. I reduced it
still more. Finally, it was eliminated altogether. We found, as
radio station managers had recommended, that our program
attracted and held a much larger interest when it started off
with analysis of world events and the MEANING, as revealed in
biblical prophecy.


I Meet Future Son-in-Law

Shortly prior to our summer trip to Chicago and Los Angeles in
1941, our younger daughter had become engaged to Vern R. Mattson,
a University of Oregon student. He had joined the Marines and at
the time we reached Los Angeles was in boot camp in San Diego.
Dorothy was then working in the office with the one secretary we
had then employed. She insisted on coming to Los Angeles while we
were there, to visit Vern.
When she arrived, it was necessary for Mrs. Armstrong to
take the train back to Eugene, to help keep up the work in the
office.
I drove Dorothy down to San Diego. It was the first time I
had ever met Vern Mattson. I was not sure I approved of the
engagement. When he came to the car, he virtually ignored me. I
made some embarrassed comment in an effort to be friendly.
"Look, I'm not marrying you, I'm going to marry your
daughter!" he snapped.
Mr. Mattson may be surprised when he reads this. He probably
doesn't remember it now. He didn't really mean to be rude -- he was
in Marine boot camp -- and it has the reputation of being REAL
TOUGH. He was being put through the paces without being spared,
and his nerves were taut. Actually, as I learned later, he is one
of the most friendly men I ever knew.
I found him to be tall -- six feet three -- blond, and, as
Dorothy insisted, the handsomest man in the world. But with his
boot camp haircut and baggy garb, he did not appear quite that
handsome -- to me. The war was to enforce a delay in their marriage
for a few years and when, after having been in the 1st Division
U.S. Marines at Guadalcanal, then in an Australian hospital, back
to America and Officers' School because of his outstanding war
record, and commissioned a second lieutenant, with grades at the
top of his class, the war finally was behind him. I do not want
to get ahead of the story at this juncture, but later on -- for
some twelve to thirteen years -- Mr. Mattson served as Controller
of Ambassador College, and Business Manager of the Radio Church
of God, in charge of business and financial affairs.


At Last -- LOS ANGELES!

After boot camp, Vern was sent back to Quantico, Virginia, for
final training for overseas fighting. In April, 1942, Dorothy
received word the Marines were shipping out. Vern didn't know
where, but thought likely they would sail through the Panama
Canal, with some possibility of a very brief stopover at San
Diego, Los Angeles or San Francisco.
Immediately Dorothy demanded I take her to Los Angeles to be
on hand if there was a brief landing at one of these three ports.
Vern would not be able to get word to her until they landed.
There might not be over twenty-four hours-or even less. It would
be impossible for her to reach any one of these ports in time
from Eugene.
Of course, I could not leave the work for any such trip,
which might last for several weeks. But, on checking over the
state of the work, I felt we could now, at last, dare to take the
step of starting on the air in Los Angeles. To do this I needed
to be there in person, and put on the broadcasts live, until we
were well established in Southern California.
So with Dorothy I drove to Hollywood, since KMTR was located
in Hollywood. We rented a small apartment within walking distance
of the station. Mr. Tinkham managed to clear good time for
us -- 9:30 Sunday mornings. The time had come to drop the
church-service type program altogether. Since the original
broadcast name, Radio Church of God, did not invite a listening
from nonchurchgoers whom we wished primarily to reach, and since
in the world's language the message of the true gospel -- the
kingdom of God -- is about tomorrow's world, I adopted the
broadcast name The World Tomorrow!
And so, mid-April, 1942, The World Tomorrow went on the air
in Hollywood. In Hollywood I was able to do several things to
make the program more professional. I was able to obtain the
services of a big-time network announcer to put us on and take us
off the air.
Although I used four or five different announcers in the
next few years, I think the very first one was perhaps the best
known of all -- Art Gilmore. He was coast-to-coast announcer on
such CBS shows as Sam Spade, Stars over Hollywood, and, I believe
by that time, Amos and Andy, besides several others. Since 1947,
Art Gilmore has been on The World Tomorrow as our announcer, and
millions worldwide will hear his voice at the beginning and the
sign-off of the program except some of the foreign overseas
stations. We still believe his is the best radio voice in America
to precede our program. He also does the announcing on our TV
programs. Our readers may be glad to know that Mr. Gilmore is a
fine, upstanding, sincere and high-principled man.
Another reason for going to Hollywood was that Hollywood was
radio headquarters for the nation. Most of the top-rated network
shows originated there. As a result, I could get a quality of
recording for our electrical transcription discs there I had
never been able to obtain in Eugene. We had now reached the stage
where the amateurish, home-made type of transcriptions I was able
to have recorded in Eugene would no longer be acceptable on
stations like KMTR or WHO. In Hollywood I could obtain the very
finest professional recordings.
While in Hollywood, I recorded the Sunday programs for the
Pacific Northwest stations either Thursday nights or Friday
mornings, drove to the airport (then at Burbank) and got them off
by air-express. These top-level professional recordings, with a
nationally known network announcer, and the program name, The
World Tomorrow, elevated our radio program, at last, to top
quality professional level.



Chapter 43
Impact of Daily Radio!

WE WERE now ON THE AIR -- IN HOLLYWOOD!
The radio station KMTR (now KLAC) had the very desirable
wavelength of 570 kilocycles on the radio dial. This, combined
with exceptional and unusual mechanical and transmitter
advantages gave it a daytime signal almost equal to the average
50,000-watt station.
The mail response from listeners was at least double that of
any of the three stations already used in the Pacific Northwest.


And Now -- DAILY Broadcasting!

Within about two weeks a new opportunity came. When Mr. Tinkham
called me to his office and offered it I didn't know whether to
regard it as an opportunity or a temptation to disaster.
One of the leading Los Angeles radio ministers, Dr. Clem
Davies, had been using two half-hour periods on KMTR daily, at
5:30 in the evening, and a morning half-hour. He was now changing
to one program daily at the more expensive time of around 7:30 in
the evening.
Mr. Tinkham offered me the 5:30 p.m. time Mondays through
Saturdays, in addition to the 9:30 Sunday morning half-hour. The
cost would be nearly six times the amount per week I was already
paying KMTR. It had been a big leap ahead, in expenditures, as
well as in numbers reached, to take on the Sunday broadcasting in
the Los Angeles area.
The thought of meeting this tremendous additional increase
in expenses was staggering. Where would the money come from?
There was no time to send letters to co-workers to see whether
they would -- or even could -- pledge enough to guarantee this
mountainous increase in expenses. I had to grab that open time
within twenty-four hours or lose it.
Our readers will remember that I had learned the costly
lesson back in the period from November, 1934, to late in 1936.
The door of KXL, Portland, had opened. We then were on only one
station, our original KORE, Eugene. But instead of recognizing
that the living Christ, who heads God's work, had opened this
door and expected me to walk through in FAITH, I wanted to rely
on pledges from PEOPLE. When our brethren and co-workers pledged
only half enough, I was afraid to incur the obligation. Christ
did not open that door before me again for two whole years!
Now He had opened another door. To me, at that time, this
was a stupendous door. It probably meant at least doubling the
entire expenses of the whole work ¡n one sudden jump! And I had
to pay each week in advance. too!
I telephoned Mrs. Armstrong at the office in Eugene. The
total balance we had in the bank at the moment was exactly the
amount of one week's daily broadcasting.
Well, even if it was our last dollar, God had supplied
TODAY'S need for this colossal opportunity He had opened to us!
Jesus' sample prayer teaches us to ask "Give us this day our
daily bread." God does not often give us today our need for next
year -- though He tells us elsewhere it is right for us to lay up
in the summer for the winter's need, and even to lay up ahead for
our children and grandchildren.
But I had learned the lesson at great price. This decision
took courage. It took faith. God had opened now the biggest door
so far. He had supplied the immediate need of that particular
day.
I walked promptly through that door IN FAITH Blind faith! I
could not see where the money for second week's daily
broadcasting could come from. How could our income for the whole
work suddenly double.
I decided that was GOD's problem and responsibility. I
committed it to Him, and wrote out a check for every dollar we
had in the bank. Now we were on the air, in southern California,
seven days a week! That was by far the most tremendous leap
ahead!


Tremendous Response

But, miracle of miracles! -- for once in our experience, the impact
of this early evening DAILY broadcasting was as tremendous as the
test of faith had been! Not once did I ask for contributions on
the air, just as I had refused to do from the first broadcast in
1934. And the mailing address for free literature and The Plain
Truth, offered on each program, was then Box 111, Eugene, Oregon.
Not only was there an immediate tremendous increase in mail
from listeners -- there was a corresponding increase in tithes and
offerings arriving in Eugene.
The first week rolled by quickly. On the day the second
week's advance-payment for radio time was due, I telephoned our
office in Eugene. The money for the second week's broadcasting
was in the bank! And, a week later, there was enough for the
third -- and then the fourth, and on and on! God continued, week by
week, to supply the NEED!
This daily broadcasting was a new experience. At that time I
had always spoken on the air from written script. During those
war years it was required. To write the script for a half-hour
broadcast, including the study and research for material,
occupied my entire time.
It now became daily routine. Early in the morning, each day,
I started getting the broadcast material assembled and
outlined -- then putting it on the typewriter. Around 4:30 in the
afternoon I pulled the last sheet of paper from the typewriter.
Then the walk of a mile or so to the radio station, and on the
air at 5:30.
Once a week -- it was Thursday evenings -- after the daily
program, I went to a restaurant for dinner, checking the evening
newspapers and the weekly news magazines for war news I could
use -- then, whipping together an outline of the material, I went
on to the recording studio to record the Sunday program for the
three Pacific Northwest stations. Then a drive to the Burbank
airport to put the large transcription discs into the air-express
office.
It was a grind. But it was doubling the size, scope and
power of God's work, and that was a rewarding thrill.
Week after week this routine continued. As the weeks passed,
no word came from Vern Mattson. We learned later that the 1st
Division Marines had sailed through the Panama Canal and straight
through the Pacific to Guadalcanal, where they made their
spectacular landing in the very first offensive, driving the
Japanese back from the vast Pacific empire they had captured.


Training a Son

As soon as school was out in early June, Mrs. Armstrong called me
on the telephone from Eugene.
"I'm sending Dick down to you on the next train," she said.
"He's grown too big for me to punish, and I simply can't manage
him any more."
Dick was then thirteen, and only about four months from
reaching fourteen. He was sprouting up.
Two problems had presented themselves with our two sons. Ted
(Garner Ted, but we always called him Ted) had always been a
"little fellow" -- short for his age. Dick had been of normal
height for his age. But our readers will remember that Mrs.
Armstrong, over my protest, had insisted on starting the two boys
in the first grade in school together. I had finally acquiesced
to this. Ted had always been, as a small boy, a favorite with his
women teachers.
Because Ted, sixteen months younger, had always basked in
the limelight -- "stolen the show" so to speak -- Dick had developed
an oversized inferiority complex. Here he was, sprouting up to a
full man's height, almost fourteen, but seriously lacking in
confidence.
From the moment Mrs. Armstrong said she was shipping Dick
down to me, I knew I had to find a way to help him overcome his
inferiority complex.
I decided on a definite plan. About the second day he was
with us in Hollywood -- after showing him around Hollywood to some
extent -- I asked him if he would not like to go over and see a
boyhood friend, John Haeber, who lived in Hawthorne, south of Los
Angeles. The Haebers' had spent a lot of time in Oregon, and our
boys had become acquainted with John, about their age.
Next morning early I gave Dick enough money for car fare to
Hawthorne and back.
"Well, Dad, I don't know the way. How shall I go?" Dick
asked.
"Dick," I said, "you have to begin right now learning to be
self-reliant and finding your own way around. You already have
the Haebers' street address. Learn to 'carry a message to Garcia'
on your own. I'm too busy getting the broadcast ready to tell
you. Here's car fare. You're on your own. Find your own way. And
be back here in time for dinner. Good-bye, son."
What went on in Dick's mind at that moment I never knew. But
I opened the door, he went out, and he was on his own. Somehow,
he worked out his problem. He arrived at the Haebers', and was
back in time for dinner. That was the beginning of my program for
him.
A few days later I asked him if he would like to spend the
day out at the beach -- at Santa Monica and Oceanside. I gave him
carfare. Again, I gave him no directions whatever, but told him
to find his own way.
He was a little late returning. Somehow, he had lost his
return carfare in the sand. I do not remember now how he managed
getting back to Hollywood -- but he worked his own way out of his
predicament without telephoning me for help. He lacked even the
price of a telephone call, anyway.
A little later he mentioned going to the zoo. I didn't know
where the zoo was, but gave him permission to go -- again on his
own.
Dick was learning self-reliance. He was developing
initiative. He was finding his own way around. I planned to have
Mrs. Armstrong and Ted come down before we ended our summer and
returned to Oregon. One last thing remained in my plan before
they came. I took Dick two or three times boating on the lagoons
in MacArthur and Echo parks, taught him how to use the motorboats
rented out there.
Now I was ready for Dick's final exam in his course in
self-reliance, and overcoming a feeling of inferiority to Ted.


Filling the Biltmore

Dr. Clem Davies, whose time I had taken over on KMTR, had been
holding regular Sunday services at the Biltmore Theater, largest
in downtown Los Angeles. About the time he relinquished the 5:30
evening time for the better 7:30 time, a dramatic or comedy show
starring George Jessel was opening at the Biltmore.
This had forced Mr. Davies out of the Biltmore, and he had
moved his Sunday services to an auditorium at the Ambassador
Hotel.
Along in early July, probably close to the 10th, I heard
that the Jessel show was ending its engagement and moving on to
San Francisco. Immediately I went to the office of the manager of
the theater.
The last Jessel performance was to be Saturday night. Would
the theater be available on next Sunday?
"Why, yes, the theater will be available," he said, "but you
couldn't afford to rent it."
"How do you know I couldn't?" I demanded. "How much will it
cost?"
"Now look, Mr. Armstrong," he persisted. "Dr. Davies had
been holding services here a long time. It took him years to
build up a good-sized audience. He took up three collections at
every service -- and he just barely took in enough to pay the rent.
You've only been on the air down here about three months. You
haven't had time to build up a fraction of Dr. Davies' following
yet. Even if you took up four collections in your service, you'd
never get enough to pay for it -- and besides, I'd have to have the
entire rent in advance. You haven't been on the air down here
long enough yet to fill a big auditorium like the Biltmore."
"Well, that's what I'd like to find out," I replied. "And I
will not take up any collections at all! But how can I tell
whether I can afford it, unless you tell me the amount of the
rental?"
I think it was $175. And it was already Wednesday, late
afternoon.
I told him I would be back with the decision in a few
moments. The Biltmore Theater occupies one corner of the large
block occupied otherwise by the large Biltmore Hotel. I went to
the hotel lobby and called Mrs. Armstrong at our office in Eugene
by long distance telephone. Once again, we had just enough money
in the bank to pay this rental in advance, and the price of
postal cards for the Los Angeles mailing list.
I dictated over the telephone an announcement to our
secretary, instructing them at the Eugene office to have the
announcement mimeographed on the cards, all addressed to those on
the Southern California mailing list, and get them in one big
package into the air-express office addressed to me, yet that
same evening. It was then only about fifteen minutes before
closing time at the post office.
I dashed back into the theater lobby and up to the manager's
office and wrote him out a check for the following Sunday's
rental.
In those days, because of the war and fear of Japanese
bombing, we were having blackouts every night. I had been advised
that people in Los Angeles would not come out to a religious
service at night. Theatergoers would attend the theater for night
performances -- but for some reason people were afraid to attend a
religious service at night. It merely demonstrated where people's
hearts and interests were.
So the meeting had to be held on Sunday afternoon -- I believe
the time was 3 p.m.
Next day, Thursday, the large package of printed and
addressed postcards arrived. I took them to the Hollywood post
office. There was a vigorous protest about letting me mail them
there. I had not bought the cards there. That post office lost
the credit for the sale of the post cards, and objected to having
the expense of handling charged to them. But I explained our
emergency, and there was no other way I could have done it. They
finally took them.
Then on my program, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, and
Saturday evenings, I announced the Sunday afternoon meeting at
the Biltmore -- and finally, again, on Sunday morning. People
received the postcard announcements Friday and Saturday.
After the Sunday morning broadcast, Dick, Dorothy and I went
back to our apartment very tense. Would enough people come to
look like a fair-sized audience, or would the small crowd simply
look LOST in that big theatre seating about 1,900 people?
"Oh BOY!" Dick had exclaimed excitedly, as soon as he had
heard I had rented the Biltmore Theater. "I'm going to sit in a
BOX! I've always wanted to sit in a box in a theatre. Now my Dad
has rented the whole theater. Oh BOY! I'm going to sit in a box
at last!"
We took a streetcar to the theatre, arriving about 2:15. A
few blocks away I noticed the streets were unusually crowded with
people -- especially for Sunday afternoon in downtown Los Angeles.
I wondered what was going on!
We soon found out. It seemed all those people were going in
one direction -- toward the Biltmore Theater!
I thought it best that I not get involved in a handshaking
experience until after the service, because I still had to
prepare the sermon. So I went in through the rear stage door,
while Dick and Dorothy entered by the lobby entrance.
I learned later what happened. All of Dr. Davies' former
ushers were on hand, and it seemed they had gotten divided
somehow into two divisions. There was no one in charge, and there
was a dispute over which group of ushers was taking over.
Confusion reigned.
Dick's experience in self-reliance and initiative now paid
off. Immediately he -- not yet fourteen -- took charge. He called all
the ushers to one side.
"I'm Dick Armstrong," he told them, "and I'm taking charge
here."
Then he snapped out orders. He said he would use all the
ushers, since the crowds were literally streaming in -- and each
would do whatever he assigned. He then, without any previous
experience, organized the two groups, assigned stations to each
man, directed everything, and from that moment there was order.
It had never occurred to me we would have a crowd large
enough to need ushers -- and I would certainly not have known where
to turn to obtain ushers, anyway. But God worked that out,
supplied the needed ushers, and used Dick to restore quick order
and system.


No Collections

Although I had never taken up any collections in any public
evangelistic service -- and have not to this day, and never
shall -- I did have two things done hurriedly on Thursday and
Friday of that week. I had a sign painter turn out large lobby
signs for the theater, and I had two wooden boxes made, about the
size of a shoe box, with a slot in the top of each. These were
placed at each end of the inner lobby of the theater by Dick -- one
side, and not in the direct path of the exits from the inner
aisles.
Actually, Dick did get to sit in his box -- but by the time
service was to begin, all the boxes were crowded full.
Nevertheless, he went into a box, told them who he was, and the
people managed to squeeze a little closer and make room for one
more.
The first floor and the balcony were packed solid, and the
second balcony half or more than half filled. The attendance was
1,750!
I had decided to conduct the service just like a
broadcast -- precisely on time! At precisely 5 seconds before 3
p.m., I walked briskly to the pulpit in the center of the stage,
arriving at the pulpit at 3 o'clock to the second. Before I could
say a word, I was surprised by an uproarious burst of applause. I
had never seen or heard anything like that at a religious
meeting. But I learned later that this was common practice in Los
Angeles, and ministers are commonly called "doctor" whether they
possess any such degree or not. Up in the second balcony there
was the blowing of a foghorn. A well-known Los Angeles character,
who went along barefoot and with long, flowing white hair and, I
believe, in a white robe, whom I heard called "Father Time," had
come in. But there were no others of that type.
As soon as the applause died down, I started with the usual,
"GREETINGS, FRIENDS!" -- then another burst of laughing applause. I
said, rapidly, that although I loved to sing hymns as much as any
of them, that right now we were in a WAR, prophecy was being
rapidly fulfilled, and I had things of too great importance to
say to take up time with either singing, or taking up
collections. I said that I knew some would be disappointed if
they could not leave an offering, and for those who wanted to,
there were the two offering boxes in the rear lobby -- but that
they would not see them unless they went out of the usual path to
find them -- that we never took up collections, never asked for
contributions either in such services, nor over the air.
Then I got immediately into my message, and closed the
service right on the exact second -- I think it had been announced
to close at 4:15 -- just as the broadcasts have to end precisely on
the second.
Later, when we opened the two offering boxes, what do you
suppose we found? Yes, I think you guessed it! Exactly, to the
penny, the precise amount of the expense of hiring the theater,
extra cost of janitor and electrician, the lobby signs, and the
postcard announcements. That is, to the penny. THERE WAS EXACTLY
ONE CENT MORE THAN THIS EXACT AMOUNT!


Dick's "Final Exam"

We engaged the Biltmore for the following two Sundays. We
decided, for those two Sundays, to hold TWO services each Sunday
afternoon. I'm not sure, now, of the exact time, but I think the
first service started at 1:30, ending at 2:45, and the second
service started at 3:30, ending at 4:45.
It was planned to have Mrs. Armstrong and young Garner Ted,
then twelve and a half years of age, come down in time for the
final Biltmore service, and our whole family would drive back
together.
At each of these two services at the Biltmore, total
attendance was estimated at 2,000. There were 1,300 or 1,400 at
each service, with several who attended the first service coming
back for the second. For this reason I preached different sermons
at each service.
But I had another motive in getting Ted down to Hollywood
before returning to Eugene. I needed his presence for Dick's
"final exam" in snapping him out of feeling inferior to Ted.
Our office secretary and her husband drove them down in our
car, which I had left at home when we left in April. They were
there three or four days, and it seems we started back to Oregon
on July 31, after the final Biltmore service.
When they arrived, I explained to Dick that he would have to
take Ted in tow.
"Now remember, Dick," I briefed him, "Ted is not as old as
you, and he's never been to Hollywood before. He'll be pretty
green. I want you to look after him -- take him places -- show him
Hollywood and Los Angeles. Take him boating on the lake in Echo
Park, but don't let him handle the boat -- he wouldn't know how."
During those few days, Dick was the complete leader. For the
first time in his life he was made to realize that he was not
inferior, but LEADER over Ted.
Dick passed this "final exam" with flying colors and a grade
of "A." The feeling of being inferior to Ted was gone. And, it
did no harm to Ted, for he did not realize, then, what was being
done. However, it was some time after this that Ted went into his
intensive "muscle-building" program.
But Dick was still human. And it is human to go from one
extreme to the other. Once back in Eugene, far from feeling
whipped and inferior, Dick now was suddenly a "big shot."
It was a glamorous thing to have been in Hollywood. Dick had
spent most of the summer there. The other boys had not been
there.
So now I had to go to work on him again, and get him back in
the "middle of the road." And with God's help this was achieved,
and later he came to have the supreme confidence that is FAITH IN
GOD rather than confidence in self, and to have full assurance,
yet in humility. That is a difficult state for any human to
attain -- but one of the supreme right goals of life!


Chapter 44
Work Leaps Ahead -- World Tomorrow Heard Nationwide

THE YEAR 1942 was by far our biggest year of progress up to
that date. The response to daily broadcasting on station KMTR
(now KLAC) was an eye-opener to me. The effectiveness appeared to
be more than seven times that of the once-a-week program.
Response was immediate. And even though no request for
contributions ever was made, voluntary contributions were
sufficient, from the very first week, to pay the multiplied
expense.
But after the three Sunday afternoon evangelistic meetings
held at the large Biltmore Theater in downtown Los Angeles, the
last three Sundays of July, it was necessary to return to Eugene,
Oregon.
At that juncture I had to drop off the daily weeknight
broadcasting. Recording facilities in Eugene were not adequate to
carry on a seven-programs-per-week schedule from our home office
in Eugene. Yet I had learned by this experience the tremendous
POWER and impact of daily broadcasting.


Planning Expansion

Back in Eugene, after almost four months in Hollywood, our
co-worker list had grown to at least double. In other words,
twice as many or more were now co-workers with me, supporting
God's work regularly with their tithes and offerings.
Although I was unable, because of lack of facilities, to
continue the daily broadcasting at that time, it was most
gratifying to be able to now make a big expansion in other
directions.
As related earlier, that superpower station WHO, Des Moines,
had offered me time. On our trip to Des Moines and Chicago, the
summer of 1941, this tremendous opportunity had opened.
Of course, in 1941, this giant WHO was still completely
beyond our reach. But by early August, 1942, with our income
doubled, and with the very low rate offered by the Manager of
WHO, I felt ready to take this leap.
Before going to Des Moines, I decided to reinforce our radio
coverage of the Pacific Northwest. Station KGA, Spokane, had
offered us time at the early Sunday morning time of 8 a.m. In
Seattle, station KRSC had moved us to the earlier time of 8 a.m.
from the better time of 8:30. Once again I employed the old
Postal Telegraph lines for a network broadcast between Seattle
and Spokane. We called it the Liberty Network.
I overlooked mentioning that, before leaving Hollywood, I
had arranged to release the program Sunday mornings over station
KFMB, San Diego. At that time the old KMTR signal was so strong
in San Diego, more than 100 miles distant, that KFMB was able to
pick the program out of the air and rebroadcast it at the same
hour, 9:30 a.m.
And so now, with coverage on the Pacific Coast over stations
in San Diego, Hollywood, Eugene, Portland, Seattle and Spokane, I
took the train to Des Moines, Iowa.


And now NATIONAL!

On Sunday night, 11 p.m., August 30, 1942, for the first time in
my life I was speaking, from the studios of WHO, to a nationwide
audience! I have before me, now, the script of that program.
The announcer's voice -- recorded, and I think it was the
voice of famous network announcer Art Gilmore, as it is
today -- heard in all parts of the nation, was saying:
"The WORLD TOMORROW! At this same time every Sunday, Herbert
W. Armstrong analyzes today's world news, with the prophecies of
The WORLD TOMORROW!"
And then, for the first time heard nationally:
"GREETINGS, Friends! We enter the fourth year of this war
next Tuesday. We entered the ninth week of the supreme CRISIS of
the war today! In all probability the ultimate outcome is being
determined right now on the Russian front!"
And then followed an outline of Hitler's "Thousand-Year
Plan" for world rule by German Nazis. On this very first program
heard nationally the coming UNITED STATES OF EUROPE was
proclaimed. By that time it was already becoming apparent to me
that Hitler would be defeated, and that this resurrected ROMAN
EMPIRE would precipitate a third and final World War, at a later
time after another recess between wars.
Then, in that first nationwide program, GOD'S Thousand-Year
Plan was explained from the Bible -- the coming millennium!
Hitler's plan was indeed a satanic and clever counterfeit, aimed
at producing diametrically opposite results. Where Christ's
millennial rule shall bring freedom and happiness, Hitler's would
have produced slavery. Where Christ's reign shall give eternal
life to multitudes, Hitler's would have brought torturous DEATH
to enslaved millions.


Twelve-Page Plain Truth

Before going to Des Moines to begin the broadcasting over WHO, I
had written and turned over to the printers in Eugene the
articles for the August-September issue of The Plain Truth. We
were not up to twelve pages, although it still was coming out
bimonthly.
The leading article in that number revealed the amazing
Japanese plan for conquering the United States. It was based on a
Japanese Mein Kampf, called the Tanaka Memorial. This plan had
been in process of development for three hundred years -- growing
out of an ancient document dated May 18, 1592. The great national
hero of Japan, Hideyoshi, had set forth in this document the
great national plan for world empire and setting the Mikado on
the throne to rule the world.
This had been a Japanese national dream for three centuries.
Then on July 25, Baron Tanaka, then Premier, presented The Tanaka
Memorial as a definite blueprint for world conquest to the
Mikado. This led directly to the bombing of Pearl Harbor December
7, 1941. It was based on the religious conviction that the Mikado
is the direct descendant of the Mother of Heaven. Being,
therefore, the SON of Heaven, the Emperor had to be established
on the throne of the world to show that he is GOD. Thus even the
Japanese attack had vital significance as another counterfeit of
CHRIST'S GOSPEL of the kingdom of God -- and of Jesus Christ as the
true SON of GOD, who is to RULE THE WORLD!
An article captioned "The WAR, at the Moment" said this:
"We entered the supreme CRISIS of this war the first of
July. It came with the launching of Hitler's supreme gamble for
the Russian Caucasus .... The situation is this: We do not have to
WIN the war this year, but Hitler does! United States power is
mounting fast. It is only a matter of perhaps ten to twelve more
weeks until this nation shall be able to hurl such crushing power
against the Axis that, with this power steadily increasing, the
ultimate outcome will be assured, with victory for the
Democracies .... It might, even then, take us until 1945 to end
it, but the outcome would be predetermined .... From now on Axis
power cannot increase, while Allied power will ....
"And so it is A RACE AGAINST TIME .... The Germans, to win,
must win before we get set with the power we shall have by
approximately November 1st. They must knock Russia out of the
war. They must take Suez and drive the British out of the
Mediterranean and the Near East. They must be ready to turn west,
against the British Isles, without fear of attack from behind,
free to hurl their WHOLE POWER against Britain in one supreme
final victory, before we can launch the much-talked-of offensive
against Hitler's Europe .... Hitler staked everything on his
death-gamble that he could knock out Russia before the Allies can
open the second European front."
There, in summary, was the analysis of the war as of August,
1942, as reported in The Plain Truth. Looking back in retrospect,
the analysis was accurate. Hitler did take too big a gamble.
United States' might did turn the tide before the end of the
year. And it did take until the spring of 1945, just as
predicted, to END it!


Now POWERFUL Pressures

The work of God was now really beginning to "go places"! The
message for which Jesus Christ was crucified -- the message the
world has rejected ever since -- was for the first time being heard
in every state in the Union!
But if God now was granting us to grow in power, He also
allowed the persecution, opposition, and pressures aimed at
STOPPING God's work to increase in power. Never before had we
felt any truly MAJOR-power opposition. But now we did.
Along about the end of January, 1943, I received notice of
cancellation from radio station WHO. I was in Hollywood at the
time, broadcasting daily again for a few weeks on KMTR.
Consternation seized me. To be thrown off WHO at this stage
might prove fatal to the whole work. Even though the charge they
made for time was exceedingly low for such a station -- because of
my uncle's local influence, I had been given a local rate -- and a
religious rate at that, which was, as I remember, just half of
the local commercial rate -- yet it seemed very large to us at the
time. After five months we had spent quite a sum of money, for us
at that time, as an investment in WHO broadcasting. We had not
been on long enough, as yet, with only three programs a month, to
have established the financial support from new co-workers
hearing the program on WHO. Remember, we made no request, even
indirectly, for financial support over the air. Nor was there any
in the free literature we sent to listeners.
The WHO broadcast, our most costly so far, was being
supported by Pacific Coast co-workers. It was not paying it's own
way -- yet.
Immediately I obtained train reservations for Des Moines.
Then I wrote out a letter addressed to WHO listeners who had
written me in response to the program. In the letter I told our
listeners what had happened, and asked them, if they wanted the
World Tomorrow program to continue on the station, to write the
station and tell them how they felt. Then I dictated the letter
to my secretary in Eugene by long-distance telephone, and asked
her to mimeograph it and mail immediately to the entire WHO
mailing list.


Tremendous Response

That list had mounted and multiplied into many thousands. By this
time we had received letters from all forty-eight states.
I remember one WHO broadcast in particular. I had recorded
it at the Studio & Artists recording studios at Columbia Square,
Hollywood, on a Thursday night. I had been overworked, losing
sleep, and was tired. I was not up to usual broadcasting form
that night. I knew it, and felt very badly about it. I tried, but
for a half hour of speaking into the microphone it just seemed
the usual spontaneous enthusiasm wasn't there.
"Mr. Armstrong," said the owner of the recording studio
after I finished, "you ought to remember that WHO is a very
important station. You ought to take it more seriously. This
broadcast we just recorded was not good enough. You usually do
better."
Now I felt worse. I knew only too well how poor it was. But
I had tried. I had done the best I could. I just was too tired to
be at my best. But there was no time to do it over. I had to rush
it to the airport.
But what I had lacked in that program, God more than made
up. That Sunday night God caused the weather to be
extraordinarily cold -- all over the continent. In Iowa it was one
of those twenty-below-zero nights, without wind -- cold and still!
That is the kind of weather in which radio waves radiate with
extraordinary sharpness. That very "poor" broadcast, as we
thought when recording it, heard at 11 p.m. in the Central time
zones, at midnight in the East, brought a total of TWENTY-TWO
HUNDRED letters -- 2,200!
I think that was some kind of a national record for response
to a half-hour speech starting at 11 p.m. on one station only!
That one program brought mail from every state in the Union!
After that phenomenal record-breaking response, my sorrow
over having thought I did poor work was turned to real JOY!
Well, that was a record! It will give the reader some idea
of the way the mailing list had grown from WHO broadcasts.
Many thousands of letters went out from Eugene to these
listeners the same day I dictated the letter by telephone.


Door Stays Open

A few days later I arrived in Des Moines. The cancellation had
come, not from Mr. Mailand, but from the sales manager. So I went
first to his office.
He stared at me.
"Are you the man who has been flooding this station with all
these thousands of letters of protest against canceling your
program?" he demanded -- somewhat angrily, I thought.
"Why, I suppose so," I replied, rather startled. "Is that
wrong?"
"Wrong? Why, man, don't you know that showering such a
downpour of 'inspired' mail on any radio station is the very last
way to influence the station? That kind of mail has no influence
on us at all -- but it is a mighty big NUISANCE!"
"Well, I didn't realize that," I replied. "I thought you'd
want to know how our program was being received by listeners. I
surely didn't mean any offense."
"Well, let me tell you, Mr. Armstrong, I certainly learned
that lesson! A while back we were appearing before the Federal
Communications Commission in Washington. Before I went down
there, we put out an appeal on the air for our listeners to write
to the FCC. They did! And the officials of the FCC didn't like
it."
"Well," I asked, "if I had to learn by experience, the same
as you, and if you made the same mistake I did, then do you think
you ought to blame me?"
He had to laugh at that.
Nevertheless I found I was really on the spot -- and in
trouble. I had not met this sales manager before. Because my
uncle had known the general manager and arranged an appointment
for me, I had transacted business with him. I saw immediately
that this sales manager was a very able and competent man for
that job -- undoubtedly very valuable to the station. But he did
not like our program. He didn't say why. And I rather guessed
that he felt I had taken matters over his head in going to the
general manager of the station. Further, he explained that very
powerful pressure had been brought on him from New York against
selling time commercially for religious programming.
We went into Mr. Mailand's office. I learned that Mr.
Mailand did like the program, and sat up Sunday nights until
11:30 so he could hear it. He was on my side, but his sales
manager, a very aggressive man, was insistent the program go off.
I then explained to the two men our own position -- how we
were a very small church in Eugene, Oregon, and how hundreds of
people, mostly very poor people on the West Coast, had made great
sacrifice to finance our broadcasting on this powerful station
heard nationally.
"Mr. Mailand," I said, "I signed a year's contract with you.
All these co-workers have backed me in good faith. I signed the
contract in good faith. I believed that you signed it also in
good faith, and that when you opened the door of this great
station to us, and signed a contract to keep it open for a year,
that WE COULD RELY ON YOUR WORD BEING GOOD. All these co-workers
have backed me for five and one-half months feeling that, in due
time, a sufficient number of interested listeners would
voluntarily join them as co-workers backing this work financially
to make the broadcasting to all the rest of the nation
self-supporting. You know we never request contributions over the
air, or in any literature. If you cancel now, YOU WILL CAUSE VERY
GREAT INJURY TO US! You have given us a YEAR'S contract in which
we trusted, and have taken this hard-earned money contributed by
all these poor people -- and now threaten cancellation BEFORE we
have had a chance to be on long enough to relieve those people of
this burden. If you had told us you'd keep the door open only
five and one-half months, we surely never would have signed the
contract or started -- or have spent any money with you. Would you
want to INJURE a Church by breaking your contract?"
"Well, Mr. Armstrong, of course we wouldn't. The way you put
it, you make it mighty hard for me. Would you mind if Mr. B. (the
sales manager) and I talk this over privately a few moments, to
see what we can do?"
I was shown to a reception room outside. I was alone there,
and quickly knelt before a chair and appealed to the God of
Heaven. He had opened this giant DOOR. He had said no man can
shut doors he opens. I asked Him to intervene and save His work.
When I was called back to Mr. Mailand's office, I was able
to talk to him alone. He explained that he had opened that time
and signed the contract in perfect good faith -- that he liked our
program and was himself one of our interested listeners -- that he
certainly didn't want to do us any injury -- but on the other hand,
he didn't want to lose a very able and valuable sales manager.
"Mr. Armstrong," he said, "if we compromise by letting you
fill out your contract and complete the year, will that give you
time enough to become thoroughly established, and possibly to get
on other stations that will maintain your coverage?"
Well, of course, I could not be sure, but it certainly would
be a lot better than stopping the broadcast right then.
"Well, if I leave The World Tomorrow on the station until
the year's contract is finished, will you agree to go off then?"
There was nothing else I could do -- I certainly had no
contract beyond that time. Reluctantly I had to agree to
this -- and actually it was a tremendous victory, after all.


We Go on WOAI

I have mentioned that there were, at that time, only eight
stations in all America that enjoyed absolutely exclusive
channels. One other, which by its location I felt might have a
better chance of being heard nationally than most, was
50,000-watt WOAI of San Antonio, Texas.
From my hotel I immediately called Mr. Hugh Halff, manager
of WOAI. Did he have 11 p.m. Sunday nights open -- could he clear
it if he found the program acceptable? He could, but would have
to know more about the program and audition it.
I caught the next train for San Antonio. I think Mr. Halff
might have called Mr. Mailand, when I told him we were on WHO.
Anyway, he had no objection to the program after listening to a
transcribed broadcast, and the doors of WOAI swung open to us.
The expense of adding this station six and one-half months before
going off WHO gave us a tight squeeze, but it seemed imperative
that we get our listeners established to listening to WOAI before
we went off WHO and lost them altogether.
And so, although through the years, the individual doors of
some radio stations have closed to us, the general giant DOOR of
TV, radio and the printing press has never closed -- just as Christ
has said that NO MAN CAN SHUT IT!
And every apparent setback has proved like the cocking of a
gun -- it actually results in shooting us ahead faster than ever!
There probably are no finer, higher-prestige radio stations
in the United States than WHO and WOAI, and today the World
Tomorrow telecast is also heard on many of the most powerful
stations in the world.


Chapter 45
More Opposition -- More Growth!

I HAD GONE on WOAI sooner than we were financially ready.
But when it became definite we could not continue on WHO after
August 23 of that year, I felt it imperative that we become
established on another station of such wide coverage so that our
listeners would know where to find the program.
I thought we would, at last, be free from this kind of
persecution and opposition. But we were not -- have never been
since -- never will be, in this world, as long as we remain
faithful in proclaiming Christ's own true gospel in its purity
and in power! "All who will live godly in Christ Jesus shall
suffer persecution," says the sure Word of God.
And from what source does persecution usually come? Jesus
Christ was our example. He was persecuted. And from what source?
Mostly from the source of organized religion! His true message
from God was different from the doctrines and ways of the
organized religion controlled by Pharisees, Sadducees, and their
ilk. They had strayed from, and perverted, the doctrines and ways
God had given them. But their false teachings and customs were
well established in the religious tradition of the time. They
accused Jesus of being a false prophet, a deceiver, a heretic and
of being subversive to Caesar's government.
It is hard to realize, but it is true -- there are the modern
Pharisees today, and they are organized. They, too, incredible
though it may seem to some, maintain a well-established religious
tradition which has, long before the living generation, departed
far from the true gospel and the teachings and practices of Jesus
Christ, the original apostles, and the original true Church of
God! Human nature has not changed. The same hostility seizes
them, toward Christ's truth, that inspired religious leaders to
accuse, persecute, and to crucify Jesus Christ!
But, did you ever notice that God's ministers who faithfully
proclaim His truth in the power of His Holy Spirit do not resort
to personalities, do not impute motives or attempt to discredit
specific persons, do not belittle or ridicule? Nor do we, either
on the air, or in print, knowingly or intentionally say anything
derogatory about any person, organization or group. True, Jesus
Himself did tell the Pharisees in presence of others that they
were hypocrites, liars, false leaders -- He told his listeners what
they were, and warned against following their false ways. But He
was always straightforward and sincere, never using the
psychological trickery of implication, designed to falsely
discredit or belittle.
Anyway, the insidious forces of persecution followed us to
WOAI. But the station liked the program -- the leading businessmen
of San Antonio liked it, and made me an honorary life member of
the Businessmen's Bible Class (not denominational, though men of
many denominations belonged) -- and the program remained on WOAI
until after we obtained the earlier and prime time of 8 p.m. on
the 100,000-watt clear-channel XELO. We had started on XELO in
1944, and continued on WOAI until some time during 1945.
Meanwhile, God had been moving to increase the radio power
in the Pacific Northwest.


Portland Power Increase

During 1941, 1942 and 1943 I had been holding evangelistic
services in the Chamber of Commerce auditorium in downtown
Seattle, and also a few services in Everett, Washington. A small
church had been formed there. Several local members in Seattle
and Everett made it possible to release The World Tomorrow over
the more powerful KVI, with studios then in Tacoma. This was a
5,000-watt station, but with its dial spot at 570, and its
transmitter on an island in Puget Sound, KVI had a signal about
equal to 25,000 watts at a higher frequency and average
transmitter location. We did not drop KRSC, but used both
stations by means of our Liberty Network wire at 8:30, Sunday
mornings.
It must have been early winter, 1942-43, that I had taken a
trip to Des Moines to put the program on WHO "live." It was
necessary to do this frequently, on so important a station.
Returning I stopped off briefly in Denver. We were not ready to
expand on additional stations as yet, but I was then beginning to
lay the groundwork for future expansion by making contacts with
management's of stations we might desire to add later.
I called at the offices of the ABC network station, KVOD,
5,000-watts. I believe the executive I contacted was the vice
president. In any event, he was having a busy day with
conferences, and was very abrupt in telling me bluntly they would
clear no time for religious programming.
I never had been in the habit of taking a flat turndown,
without a hearing, as the saying is, "sitting down." I came back
at him with all the force and salesmanship I had ever had in my
former advertising days.
I explained how different The World Tomorrow is from any
other "religious" program, and demanded that he audition a
program. Reluctantly, he consented, but offered no hope.
I had to return to my hotel room to obtain transcription
discs, telling him I would return in ten minutes. I walked
rapidly -- almost ran -- to the hotel. On the way I realized,
belatedly, why I had met with such a negative reception. I had
failed to take this call on KVOD up with the One I was working
for. It had long before become custom to pray before any call or
conference of any import, asking God's direction, wisdom, and to
give me favor in the eyes of the man with whom I had to deal.
Christ's Commission is "Go ye into all the world" with His
message. To go to the world with the gospel necessitates dealing
with the world, and with some of its business organizations.
Therefore God's servant ought to seek not only divine guidance in
such dealing -- but also, since God is able to make even our
enemies at peace with us, to ask for favor with such people as we
must deal. In all my years of experience, God has never failed to
grant this request!
But this time, in my eagerness, I had gotten ahead of God. I
had gone "on my own," without asking for either guidance, or
favor.
And right here perhaps I may give the reader an example of
what God's Word means by the admonition: "Pray without ceasing,"
or, as Jesus said, to "pray always." He means we must be
continually in a spirit of prayer. And he means to pray,
constantly, over even little things that arise.
As I half walked -- half ran -- I prayed. There was no
opportunity to kneel -- nor was there, now, time. I prayed as a
walked. I asked God to forgive me for negligence in not asking
Him before I called. Then I asked Him, now, to change this man's
attitude to one of favor toward me and toward the program. And I
believed, and expected to receive it!
Returning to the KVOD offices, I found this official
smiling. He introduced me to a couple other men. We went into an
audition room. The discs were given to a technician who took them
into an adjoining control room. Ordinarily, with a religious
program, radio station men would listen to perhaps five or six
minutes, then signal to cut it off. In those days of "electrical
transcription" our half-hour program was put on two large discs,
with fifteen minutes on each disc. In airing, the second disc was
started so smoothly the listening audience never knew there was a
change of records. I hardly dared hope that, after reaching the
end of the first fifteen-minute disc, they would ask to hear the
other. But the program was gripping their interest. The operator
did not expect to play the second disc, but they signalled him to
put it on. No one said a word. They just listened, intently.
When the half-hour program was ended, the only word spoken
was "We can clear the time 8 to 8:30 Sunday mornings for you."
By now I was not timid -- I was confident!
"No, 8 a.m. is too early on Sunday mornings," I said, "We
have found 8:30 is O.K., but 8 o'clock is too early."
"But we air our star news program at 8:30," was the reply.
"We couldn't move that."
By now I was superconfident.
"NO," I came back, "I won't accept 8 a.m. on Sundays. It has
to be 8:30 or nothing."
He weakened and agreed. Then it was that I learned that one
of the men in the room was not a local Denver man, but a station
representative who had just bought an interest in station KXL in
Portland.
Now it happened that, after we had gone off KXL -- and the
reader will remember it had been a small 100-watt station on
which we first started in Portland, going later on 500-watt
KWJJ -- that KXL, under new ownership, had gone to the increased
power of 10,000-watts, at the splendid low dial spot of 750
kilocycles. I had tried to get on that station, but had been
unable. Desperately I wanted on KXL.
This man was on his way out to Portland. At once I told him
of our desire to go on KXL. But now I was in the driver's seat,
and knew it -- for these men had been really impressed -- so I
demanded 8:30 a.m. or nothing. He agreed. I was to contact him in
Portland about three days later. We could not afford to go up to
the more expensive KXL in Portland, and go on KVOD too -- so I had
to postpone KVOD.
The sequel is that actually we did go on KVOD, many years
later.


Chapter 46
A Talk to San Antonio Businessmen

ABOUT February 1, 1943, the World Tomorrow program started
on the powerful WOAI in San Antonio. Later that year, after we
had been on the station a few months, I went again to San Antonio
to put the program on the station "live." It must have been the
next night, Monday, that I held my first meeting in Texas.
This was announced on the air over WOAI on Sunday night. I
had engaged a banquet -- or lecture -- hall on the ground floor of
the St. Anthony Hotel. Every seat was filled. Several businessmen
and their wives came.
On another occasion Mrs. Armstrong and I traveled to San
Antonio, and on the Sunday night broadcast I announced we would
be holding "Open House" through the following afternoon and
evening in our hotel suite. It was encouraging and inspiring to
receive a continuous stream of new Texas friends -- some coming
just to meet us -- others with problems for counseling.
I was invited to speak before the Businessmen's Bible Class
of San Antonio. It was nondenominational, and met in a club room
of a leading hotel for coffee and a short service before the
Sunday School hour. Those who were members of various
denominations proceeded on to their own Sunday Schools or church
services after this earlier Bible class.
As I wrote the above paragraph, I supposed this talk to the
Businessmen's Bible Class was a little later that same
year -- 1943. But I remembered that I have with me the abbreviated
notes from which I spoke to that class of businessmen. I am a
little surprised to find it dated Sunday morning, November 9,
1944, toward the close of the war. So I am now getting ahead of
myself by more than a year.
However, I felt our readers might like to read, now, a very
brief summary of what I said to these business-men on that
occasion. Remember, this was only about a half year before the
end of the war.


Talk to Businessmen

First I read from the 127th Psalm, verse 1: "Except the Lord
build the house, they labour in vain that build it." "That," I
said to that class, "is a basic truth that applies to human
activities generally -- building a house for a home, building a
city, a nation, or a business. We are prone to take things for
granted -- even this WAR, as well as the economic system in which
we find ourselves. We've been in the war about three years
now -- we've gotten used to it. You've been in this system of
business quite a while -- and naturally take it for granted.
"But there is tremendous significance to world events right
now! They are fraught with meaning far deeper than realized.
Let's look at it from the standpoint
of BUSINESS. Basic and far-reaching changes are occurring in the
industrial, distribution, and commercial structure as a direct
result of the war -- and changes have been shaping during the past
forty years unrealized by most businessmen.
"Back in the years 1912-1915 I was making surveys of
business conditions for a national magazine, which brought these
changes into bold relief. This country was founded on the basis
of decentralization. Today there is a rapid shift toward
centralization in all fields -- not only business, but government.
But even in those years the little man in business was being
squeezed out.
"The big headache then, in retail circles, was the
encroachments of the giant mail-order houses; and chain stores
were beginning rapid development. World War I put impetus to the
centralization trend. As an aftermath of that war the flash
depression of 1920 shook America, economic collapse rumbled
through forty other nations, finally producing our Great
Depression of 1929-1936. All this time the MACHINE AGE was
developing rapidly in America, making possible three to thirty
times the output per man-hour as compared to hand labor. There
was sufficient raw material in the ground to have provided luxury
for all the people.
"Yet no economic utopia came. Instead, we've had troubles,
wars, depressions. WHY? Unequal division of the proceeds of
production is the reason. The profit system has been selfishly
exercised!


Capital and Labor

"First, capital and management, being greedy, retained most of
the increased wealth of mass machine production. Labor was not
given its rightful share. Read the prophecy of this, in James
5:1-5: 'Come now, you rich men, weep and shriek over your
impending miseries! You have been storing up treasure in the very
last days ....See, the wages of which you have defrauded the
workmen who mowed your fields [or worked in your factories] call
out ....' Verses 2 and 3 show the final fate yet to come on
businessmen guilty of this unfair practice.
"But, second, organizers appeared and began to organize
labor, with the equally wrong philosophy that capital and
management is the enemy of labor, and that by organization LABOR
ought to exact more than its fair share.
"Meanwhile, World War 1 spawned the Soviet power dedicated
to overthrowing every other nation, government, and economic
system and ruling the world with atheistic Communism. Now we are
fighting to stop the Nazi onslaught to conquer and rule the world
with National Socialism. It all adds up to WORLD
REVOLUTION -- CHAOS -- DESTRUCTION! They are producing the robot bomb
and the rocket bomb -- and working on constantly more powerful
destructive forces. Mankind cannot stop! Mankind has now gone
past the point of NO RETURN! Man will plunge on fanatically
toward DESTRUCTION, unless God Almighty intervenes -- which He
PROMISES TO DO!
"WHAT'S WRONG?"
"God did not build this world's house! Therefore they labor
in VAIN that struggle to build it. They are reaping DESTRUCTION.
This world is not of God's making. It is basically WRONG! It is
built on principles diametrically opposite to those RIGHT
principles and laws set in motion by the living GOD.
"The basis of God's law is LOVE. It is love toward God, and
love toward neighbor. This is the principle of "GIVE" and
"SERVE," not of "get" and "BE SERVED." This world's business is
based on the foundation of competition. The competitive system is
the relentless effort to take from competitors -- to get the best
of a deal.
"Also, the SYSTEM underlying the world's whole civilization
is based on concentration in CITIES. We are now beginning to see
the destruction of cities. They are not built on God's pattern.
God says He will destroy them -- tear them down!" (Micah 5:14 and
Isaiah 14:16-17 were quoted and expounded as prophecies, among
many others, foretelling this.)
"God set apart 6,000 years to allow mankind to make their
own choices -- go their own ways -- to write in human EXPERIENCE the
lesson that only GOD's WAYS can bring us the happiness,
prosperity and joy we all want."
I then explained a little of God's economic laws, and gave a
glimpse into the world tomorrow when Christ puts down this
world's systems and establishes the WORLD RULE of the KINGDOM OF
GOD.
The talk seemed to be well received, and I was presented
with a card conferring honorary life membership of the
Businessmen's Bible Class of San Antonio.
Also I notice, on the back of the paper on which my notes
were written, the following, which I remember one of the men of
the class wrote there for me: "A city is an artificial
development of an imperfect distribution system."


The Work Grows

By late August 1943, our year's contract with station WHO was
completed. We had then had six and one-half months of
broadcasting on WOAI, in addition to WHO. By this time most of
our regular WHO listeners knew that The World Tomorrow could be
heard on WOAI, so that going off WHO gave us no noticeable
setback or loss of audience. However, at the time we went off
WHO, or just before, I decided to put the program on one of the
two leading local stations in Des Moines. Station KRNT had opened
a forty-five-minute earlier time, at 10:15 p.m. Sunday nights.
This was a 5,000-watt station.
Also, station KMA, a 5,000-watt station at Shenandoah, Iowa,
had gained a reputation for having a very wide and responsive
audience. This station cleared the same time -- l0:15 Sunday
nights.
About this time, a smaller station, KNET, in Palestine,
Texas, solicited the program. It was so unusual to have a radio
station actually come to us with an offer of time, that I took
it -- at 9:30, Sunday mornings.
And so it was that the November-December issue of The Plain
Truth, for 1943, listed a log of ten stations.
However, the three smaller stations, KRNT, KMA, and KNET,
gave local coverage only, and we were not big enough yet to carry
them long enough to make them voluntarily self-supporting.
Remember, we never solicited contributions from the
public -- either over the air, or in any of our literature, which
was always all FREE. After one or two years, these stations were
dropped.
Coming into the year of 1944, Bulletins in old files show
that mail response and other methods of checking indicated the
radio audience had grown to between a half and three-quarters of
a million in the war years. That was a big jump from our small
and humble start ten years before.
The circulation of The Plain Truth had climbed to 35,000
copies, now reaching every state and province in English-speaking
North America.
From the approximately $5 cost of printing the first issue
of The Plain Truth, the printing cost in ten years had mounted to
$1,000 per issue.
A short decade before, just starting in 1934, our cost of
radio time was $2.50 per week. In early 1944 it had soared to one
hundred times the original cost -- an expenditure of $250 per week.


Fierce Wolves Enter

It was during these years -- 1943 and 1944 -- that we encountered
another experience to teach us that the Apostle Paul was
prophetically inspired of GOD when he warned the elders and
ministers of the Church of God at Ephesus: "Take heed therefore
unto yourselves, and to all the flock, over which the Holy
[Spirit] hath made you overseers, to feed the church of God,
which he hath purchased with his own blood. For I know this, that
after my departing shall grievous wolves enter in among you, not
sparing the flock. Also of your own selves shall men arise,
speaking perverse things, to draw away disciples after them.
Therefore, watch ..." (Acts 20:28-31). The Moffatt translation
renders it "fierce wolves."
During those years I made occasional visits to Hollywood to
resume daily broadcasting for a period of two to six weeks each
time, on station KMTR. Also, when there, I continued holding
Sunday afternoon services frequently at the Biltmore Theater or
other large halls in Los Angeles. A former minister frequently
called at the studio. He continually assured me that he certainly
did fully accept and agree with everything I was preaching. As
time went on, we became well acquainted.
I shall not mention this man's name. He has been dead many
years now, anyway. As a result of the broadcasting, The Plain
Truth, and the personal meetings, a number of people were
baptized in Los Angeles, and I formed them into a small local
church. There were twenty-three at the start. I made this former
preacher pastor of the tiny flock. This, I believe, was in the
autumn of 1943.
Also our work paid his expenses up to Eugene, Oregon, and
return, to assist me in an annual fall festival of meetings we
were holding in our little church building in Eugene. This man
had good personality, was friendly, flattered parents about their
babies and children, and seemed well liked.
A year later I found the little "church" I had gathered
together and turned over to his shepherding had disintegrated. I
tried to follow up some of the people, but those I was able to
contact had formed an extreme dislike for this "pastor" and
refused to attend his services. Nevertheless, he came once again
in the fall of 1944 to Eugene for our fall festival.
I have mentioned before that the Sunday night evangelistic
services held beginning late 1941 in Seattle and Everett, and
personal work Mrs. Armstrong and I did in that area, had raised
up a small church group, which met in Everett. They purchased a
fairly old small church building there. These Seattle and Everett
people seemed to like the minister from Los Angeles, and during
the 1944 festival, attended by this entire group as well as our
local Oregon people, he succeeded in worming his way into their
affections.
His wife, we learned just prior to this festival, had been
supporting him. She told Mrs. Armstrong that he would condescend
to water the lawn with the hose, provided he could SIT while
holding the hose! Apparently she had given him an ultimatum to
get a job preaching and support her, or she was going to refuse
to support him longer. She had been professionally employed at
rather good salary. So this man went on up to Everett,
Washington, to become the pastor.
No sooner had he ingratiated himself in the affections of
the "sheep" than he began "devouring" them. It began appearing he
did not believe very much of the BIBLE truths I had been
preaching, after all. One thing he had firmly believed -- before
going to Everett -- was the biblical teaching on tithing. This
Everett group were all tithers. They averaged considerably better
incomes than the others who were co-workers with me, supporting
God's work. In fact, about 25 percent of the entire income of the
work was being supplied by them.
But, once established in Everett as their local pastor, this
man did a reverse-twist in his doctrinal beliefs. Suddenly he did
not believe in tithing any more. The proportionately big lump of
income that kept God's work alive suddenly stopped. By now, of
course, I only received news from there indirectly, perhaps not
100 percent accurately, but the indication was that the new
"pastor" did another reverse-twist, and did once again revive the
tithing system among these people -- only this time it all went to
him.
When this large portion of the financial support for the
nationwide work was cut off, we suffered no pangs of
consternation or fear. We did pray and commit the problem to the
HEAD of our work, the living Jesus Christ. And, somehow, the
income for God's work did not drop. It kept right on
climbing -- just as if we had never lost the Everett income.
This experience did cause Mrs. Armstrong and me real sorrow
to see those we had come to love so dearly -- among whom we had
labored diligently for approximately three years -- fall by the
wayside -- cutting them selves off from GOD's PRECIOUS WORK and
thus from His true Church, which is His instrument carrying on
God's work.


Chapter 47
Severe Financial Crisis

We were running behind in paying radio bills for station
time. We were threatened with being forced off the air -- having
this whole work stop. Co-workers had failed to rise to meet this
financial emergency. We had reached the point of desperation. If
co-workers could not, or would not, make sufficient sacrifice to
save the work, Mrs. Armstrong and I had to -- even if it took our
all! This work always has been a work of FAITH -- relying on GOD.
But God supplies needs through human instruments whose hearts are
willing.
For eight years we had been making monthly payments on a
small and very modest house, while we struggled along with
financial burdens in general. It had been purchased as Church
property, while still in the depression years when property
values were at lowest levels. The purchase price had been $1,900,
with $190 down.
One of the Church members had put up the $190 as a loan, to
be paid back by Mrs. Armstrong and me. Although the property was
deeded to four of the Trustees of the Church -- my name among
them -- as officers of and trustees for the Church, the
understanding was that I should repay the down payment, and meet
the monthly payments of $17.10 per month. This was approximately
the amount we had paid as rental before making it a purchase -- and
far less, by the year 1944, than paying rent. However, the Church
board had agreed that, if I was able to keep up the payments, the
property was to be deeded over to Mrs. Armstrong and me when paid
out.
We had repainted and decorated the house not long before,
and improved the property. Meanwhile, property values had risen.
So the property was worth considerably more than we had paid,
back in 1936.
In the dire predicament of the work, there seemed no other
solution. We decided we had to give up our home, sell it, and put
the money in the work. The three other trustees agreed to the
sale, to save the work. We listed it with a real estate broker.
In February it was sold -- at a real sacrifice according to
current real estate values, though for quite a little more than
the original purchase price.


The Work SAVED!

There was a March-April number of The Plain Truth. 25,000 copies
of the booklet United States and Britain in Prophecy were
printed. We stayed on the air! The work was, for the time, saved!
We were able to stay on in the house a few more months. But
during the summer of 1944 we had to vacate. From that time, we
had no home to live in until July, 1947, when we moved to
Pasadena, California.
Our two daughters were married before we left our Eugene
home -- our younger daughter, Dorothy, very shortly before, on July
22, 1944; our elder daughter, Beverly, earlier, as recorded
previously.


Living Without a Home

After we vacated our home in Eugene, we were not able to find a
house to rent. The housing shortage was still acute in
Eugene -- had been since 1936.
At that time -- 1936 -- we had been renting for about a year the
house we bought. We had been forced to buy it! The company that
owned it gave us notice to vacate, at that time, saying the
property was to be sold. They owned many houses and were putting
them all on the market for sale. The salesman, in 1936, had
grinned and said, "You'd better find a way to turn this into a
purchase or you'll have no place to live. You won't be able to
find a place for rent, anywhere!"
We had first searched the city with the proverbial
fine-tooth comb -- and found the salesman did, literally, have us
"over a barrel." But we found a way to make the purchase, as
described above.
But now, eight years later, we had sold in order to save the
work. We were out on the street, so to speak, and we found the
rental situation was still the same.
So we put the small amount of furniture we possessed into
storage, and moved into a motor court. Because of the housing
shortage, motels and auto cabins were limiting guests to
transients, and a three-day stay as a maximum.
Now began the troublesome, irksome, frustrating experience
of having to move from one auto court to another every three
days. In a very few instances we were able to stay for a week or
two, but not many.
After we had, with our two boys, made the rounds of all the
motels several times, the owners got to know us. Then they began
to inform us that they had to keep their rooms open for transient
guests, and since we were not transients, they began to refuse to
take us again.


Fatherly Advice Backfires

It was while we were living in one of these motels that I noticed
our two sons, then about ages fifteen and sixteen, each for the
first time smoking a cigarette. How was I going to handle this
situation? If I tried authoritatively to command them never to
smoke again, I was afraid they would then smoke anyway, and the
more -- but in secret.
I thought I had a better way. At the time, it really seemed
to me to be a foolproof way that couldn't fail.
I called the two boys into our one-room motel, and sitting
on a bed, had a "man to man" talk with them.
"Boys," I said, "I could order you to stop smoking. I could
try to stop you by force, but that would not build character in
YOU. So I prefer to let you make your OWN decisions.
"But I want you to THINK about this problem, and get all the
facts, before you make your decisions -- for the result may affect
your entire lives, and I don't want you to make a mistake. Now,
if cigarette smoking is beneficial -- really GOOD for you, and will
help you to do good to others -- then I'm sure God would want you
to take up smoking, and so would I. But if it is BAD for you,
harmful, then I feel you won't want to do it, and will stop right
now, before you smoke a second one and develop a HABIT that's
mighty hard to break."
You see, I myself still had a lesson to learn. These boys
were still carnal-unconverted. In effect, I was actually saying
the same thing to them, in principle, that God said to Adam and
Eve. God allowed them to make their own decisions about taking
the forbidden fruit.
"Now, boys," I continued, "here is what I want you to do. I
want you first to check up -- get the facts -- get the TRUTH -- and get
it from the voice of experience! I want you to make a SURVEY,
just as I have made many fact-finding surveys in business in the
past. I want you to approach 100 experienced smokers -- men of
middle age or older who have smoked for many years, and have the
habit. Tell each of these men you are a couple of young men who
have thought of taking up smoking, but you want to know whether
you ought to, or not. Ask each of these experienced smokers, who
have had the habit for years, whether, as a result of his years
of actual EXPERIENCE, he advises you to take up the habit, or
leave
it alone."
"Oh, Dad," chimed in young Garner Ted, age fifteen, "we
don't need to make any such survey. I know right now, every one
of them would tell us not to do it."
I felt secure. I felt sure, after that, that my boys would
not start smoking.
Now GOD, in putting the proposition of the forbidden fruit
up to Adam and Eve, Knew better! He knew humans will choose the
wrong -- even when some know it is wrong!
Yes, God knew well, in advance, which choice Adam and Eve
probably would make. He knew, too, that YOU -- every one of you
reading this autobiography -- would probably do what you realized
was wrong -- ALL would sin! Nevertheless, God left every human
mortal FREE to make his own choice. Not one of us ever had to
sin! We just did -- of our own volition -- and we often KNEW we were
doing wrong!
Well, other boys smoked. People, like sheep, follow
others -- seem to lack the courage to go against the crowd. Yes, my
boys did start smoking -- and I was terribly disappointed,
wondering where my clever "psychology" had failed to work.
Psychologists need to know a little more than most of them know
about HUMAN NATURE!
Both boys, later on, came to themselves, and realized how
cigarette smoking, among many other "minor vices," is, after all,
NOT GOOD! Both had to undergo a terrific struggle with SELF to
break the habit later on. But they both conquered the habit,
instead of letting it conquer them.


Moving into a Rooming House

Finally, after many months moving from one motor court to
another -- still unable to rent a house -- we did find two upstairs
bedrooms in a rooming house for rent. The one and only upstairs
bathroom was shared with other roomers. These rooms were about
six or seven blocks from our office.
We found it necessary to eat our meals out, at restaurants.
This was neither good for our health nor our pocketbooks. With
growing boys, reaching, now, from fifteen on up to eighteen, this
was no right kind of family life! In fact it was not FAMILY LIFE
at all! But for the time, we had to put up with it. One thing may
be said in our favor. We did not complain, through all these
years. We knew we were being given trials for our development.
But we had tremendous blessings spiritually. We rejoiced and
were happy. We knew well that we deserved NOTHING! Yet we were
privileged to be used in GOD's WORK! That blessing outweighed all
material acquisitions and enjoyments possessed by all the rich
people of the earth combined! We thanked God for trials and
tests -- and for always carrying us through, and seeing every
problem solved. Scores of times we thanked God that our trials
and hardships had been physical and financial. My heart was no
longer set on material acquisition. I had come to know its
worthlessness. Instead, God had literally lavished upon us the
TRUE riches -- the spiritual blessings!


Electrical Transcriptions

March 24, 1944, I sent out a co-worker Bulletin from Hollywood. I
was en route to San Antonio, Texas, for one or two live
broadcasts over WOAI, and then to Des Moines, Iowa, for a special
three weeks' daily broadcasting over station KSO, 5,000 watts. In
those days most of the programs had to be aired by means of
electrical transcription. The programs were recorded on
large-size semisoft acetate phonograph discs -- fifteen inches in
diameter. Each disc recorded fifteen minutes -- or half of our
thirty-minute program. The quality was not equal to the present
tape recording.
Nevertheless, we made every effort to provide stations with
the best quality we could. Most of the recording was being done
in Portland, where there was one professional recording studio.
We felt that the recording obtained there was a shade inferior to
that of the best recording studios in Hollywood -- the nation's
broadcasting capital. Frequently I made trips, through those
years, to Hollywood in order to get as many programs as possible
recorded where the very top quality of transcriptions was
available.
Often, however, in traveling, the program was recorded in
other cities -- San Francisco, New York, Washington, D.C., Chicago,
Des Moines.
But in those days the Federal Communications Commission, the
government supervising agency, enforced the rule that announcers
must always tell the listeners that the program came via
"electrical transcriptions," or was "transcribed." And when this
was announced, listeners universally felt they were listening to
a "canned" program -- a mere record -- not an actual live person. For
this reason, especially on our large 50,000-watt stations, we
felt -- and so did the stations -- that it was necessary that I visit
these stations in person and do the programs "live" as frequently
as possible. This necessitated a great deal of traveling.
At Hollywood on this particular visit in March, 1944, I
learned of a new coast-to-coast network in process of being
formed -- to be known as Associated
Broadcasting Corporation -- or, for short, the ABC network. I
received information that this new network was going to be
willing to accept religious programming. At that time, only
Mutual was selling any time for religious programming, and the
word was that even Mutual was soon going to throw off all
religious programs. I was hoping that we might be able to go on
the new ABC network. We were beginning to envision constantly
bigger and bigger things as the living Christ expanded His work.
Meanwhile, we had virtually outgrown the facilities of the
local printing company in Eugene for publishing The Plain Truth.
I was beginning to check with the largest printing and publishing
establishments in Los Angeles. This, and the need for top-quality
recording to be obtained only in Hollywood, brought to my mind,
about this time, the first thoughts of the approaching necessity
of moving our headquarters to Southern California.


We Go on a 100,000-watt Station

In early August of that year, Mrs. Armstrong and I spent two
weeks in fasting, as we did nearly every summer, at a cabin on
the Oregon coast beach, near Waldport. Returning, refreshed, I
heard of the possibility of securing a good night time on a
superpower 100,000-watt station, XELO, at Juarez, Mexico -- just
across the river from El Paso, Texas.
This station had twice the power of any station in the
United States, had an exclusive clear channel -- no other station
on the North American continent at that time on its
wave-length -- 800 on the radio dial.
We returned from the beach about August 20. The following
Sunday night, after the Sunday morning broadcast, live, over KXL,
I was once again on the train for San Francisco, Hollywood, and
El Paso.
At El Paso, I learned that this station had good coverage in
every state, and even into Canada, after dark. It was managed by
two men, partners. One, Mr. Don Howard, I contacted in El Paso.
He was interested in opening a time for The World Tomorrow, but I
found it necessary to travel on to Del Rio, Texas, to consult his
partner, Mr. Walter Wilson, before anything final was arranged.
Walter Wilson knew all the "ropes" in the matter of
operating border radio stations, just beyond the American border,
with a superpower that could reach a national audience over the
United States.
I was not very happy about the company I was going to have
to keep on this Mexican station -- programming that never would
have been acceptable on most United States stations -- and
religious programs of a nature I most certainly did not want to
be identified with.
Nevertheless, knowing The World Tomorrow was a program of
highest quality, and yet of power and tremendous
listener -- appeal, these partners offered me the prime, most
desirable time of 8 p.m., every Sunday night. We had been forced
to take the very poor listening time of 11 p.m. over any large
United States station -- and we were able to be, then, on only the
one -- WOAI. This BEST time on XELO was going to cost quite a
little more, but I know we would have many times the audience at
8 p.m., and 800 on the dial, that we had at 11 p.m. after most
people had gone to bed. So I took the plunge.


Fantastic Response

Immediately the mail response was fantastic. Never did it equal
the more than 2,000 letters from a single broadcast we had once
received from a program on WHO, but it was sensationally heavy,
and continued steady and increasing. Plain Truth circulation rose
steadily.
More and more I was having to contemplate moving our
headquarters to the Los Angeles area.
By winter, 1944, and perhaps about January, 1945, I was
trying out an early-evening nightly broadcast on XELO, using
discs recorded at KMTR, Hollywood, while doing live series of
fifteen-minute programs on that station. I had frequently, since
July, 1942, gone to Hollywood for about three weeks' continuous
daily broadcasting of fifteen-minute programs.
However, these fifteen-minute programs never seemed to bring
a large response. It was becoming evident that our type program
was a full half-hour program. It was much easier to hold a
listening radio audience to the World Tomorrow -- type program for
a full half hour than a short fifteen minutes.
These try-out fifteen-minute programs on XELO were aired, I
believe, at 6 p.m. But after available recordings were exhausted,
this series was discontinued -- until we could afford to go on
every night with a full half hour.


Chapter 48
Historic San Francisco Conference
-- The United Nations Is Born

THIS Autobiography began with the year 1892. This chronicle
of events has now covered almost fifty-three years, and we have
come to the tremendous year of 1945. What a fateful year of
world history that was!


The Fateful Year

To say nothing of what developed in the very work of God that
year, look at these pivotal world events of 1945:
February 3-11 -- The Yalta Summit Conference between President
Franklin D. Roosevelt, Prime Minister Winston Churchill, and
Premier Joseph Stalin-at which the Western powers were
outmaneuvered into giving all, and getting nothing.
April 12 -- President Roosevelt died at Warm Springs, Georgia,
and Vice President Harry S. Truman was sworn in as President of
the United States.
Notice, now, how in quick succession, in this one fatal
month, three of the world's top figures were erased from world
power. The year 1945 was a pivotal turning point of world
history -- these men went -- the war went -- a NEW AGE, the nuclear
age, was born.
April 28 -- Only sixteen days after Mr. Roosevelt passed from
the world scene, Benito Mussolini was executed, after having been
captured by partisans at Dongo, Italy, as he was trying to flee
across the border into Switzerland. His body was strung up,
upside down, in extreme disgrace.
April 29-30 -- Adolf Hitler was blotted out of this world's
history, presumedly a suicide in his bunker underground beside
the Chancellery in Berlin.
So notice -- these three of the five world leaders, were all
removed from world leadership during the same month -- the fateful
month of April, 1945.
Man's LAST HOPE of saving this world also began -- doomed to
failure -- during that crucial month of April, 1945, at San
Francisco. I was there.
But before we pass on to a more specific description of
these tremendous events, let me impress upon the reader a truism
we too often overlook. In February that year three of the world's
top leaders met at Yalta. Two months later, the three of them
were removed from power -- their voices silenced, their activities
ceased. It is TRUE -- you never Know what an hour may bring forth!
But to finish the listing of tremendous events of that one
year:
April 25 -- The great San Francisco Conference opened, at
which leaders of forty-six nations formed and adopted a Charter
for the United Nations.
May 7, 1945 -- Germany signed unconditional surrender, ending World
War II in Europe.
July 17-August 2 -- Potsdam Conference in Germany, a summit
conference with President Truman, Prime Minister Churchill, and
Joseph Stalin -- at which once again, the Western powers gave all
and Stalin took all.
August 6 -- First atomic bomb dropped on Hiroshima, Japan,
destroying the city, and terrifying the world with sudden
knowledge of the NUCLEAR AGE.
August 9 -- Second atomic bomb exploded on Nagasaki, Japan,
destroying that city.
August 14 -- Japan surrendered -- END of World War II -- with the
world now looking fearfully toward a nuclear World War III.
September 2 -- Formal ceremony of surrender by Japan to
General MacArthur on board the U.S.S. Missouri.
WHAT a chronicle of world events for one single year!


Civilization's LAST HOPE

It was less than two weeks after the sudden death of President
Roosevelt. The war was not yet over in Europe, but German
resistance was crumbling fast. The nations outside the
German-Italian-Japanese axis were planning a UNITED NATIONS
ORGANIZATION, which was expected to end all wars -- make future
wars impossible.
A great conference was set to convene at San Francisco on
April 25. This conference of nations was to draw up and adopt a
Charter for this world organization of nations.
I decided it was advisable that I attend. Practically every
hotel room in San Francisco was booked in advance before the
world even heard the news of the Conference. But I had a few
useful connections and was able to arrange a reservation for Mrs.
Armstrong and myself for the duration of the Conference.
As editor and publisher of The Plain Truth, I was able to
obtain full press credentials from the State Department, as a
fully accredited press representative, and also associate press
credentials for Mrs. Armstrong.
At the opening plenary session, on April 25, we were sitting
in the forefront of the press gallery of the grand and famous San
Francisco Civic Opera House. The seat next to us was occupied by
one of the best known network newscasters.
We sat through a round of formal speeches. Secretary of
State Stettinius for the United States, Foreign Secretary Anthony
Eden for Great Britain, and one or two others delivered very
serious speeches.
They said that we were gathered there, charged with the
grave responsibility of producing a world organization that was
civilization's LAST HOPE! They assured the delegates assembled
that the survival of mankind depended on what they should do
there.
I wondered whether they realized how true their words really
were-so far as man's efforts to survive are concerned. Or was it
merely window dressing, to be printed in the newspapers to
impress the public?


Only STRIFE -- Not Peace

Here were the world leaders, except for the Axis powers. They
freely confessed -- they put oratorical emphasis on the fact -- that
this world is DOOMED, unless the nations of the world can find a
common ground for PEACE. The world had tried the Peace Conference
of The Hague, the Pact of Paris, the League of Nations. Now it
was going to try an organization of UNITED NATIONS.
The League of Nations failed, because it had NO TEETH in it.
Only a world organization, or world government, wielding military
power stronger than any nation bent on disturbing world peace,
could PREVENT AN OTHER WORLD WAR!
So here, on the floor below us, under the same roof with us,
were the leaders of the world's nations, trying once again to
bring about world peace by human effort and organization! Truly,
it was a spectacle!
The speeches certainly painted the grim picture. These men
knew this was the world's last hope!
But what happened? At every turn, Mr. Molotov and the
Russians balked, opposed, blocked, fought.
A few days after the Conference opened, a press conference
had been scheduled for Secretary of State Stettinius. It was held
in a special conference room in another building. Mr. Stettinius
was some thirty or forty-five minutes late in arriving. Well he
came in, his face was white with fury. He literally blazed with
indignation. He had been delayed by the Russian Molotov, in a
meeting of leaders of the few major powers, which should have
ended some time before this news conference was scheduled to
begin. He explained to the newsmen how Molotov had blocked every
move, fought and opposed every plan or suggestion, deliberately
antagonized the other leaders, and started an intentional war of
nerves.
I think that up until that moment the leaders of the United
States government had naïvely believed that the Soviet Union was
really our ally. President Roosevelt had felt that he could
"convert" Stalin, by kindness -- by giving him everything he
wanted -- by appeasing him. During the war I was not allowed to
tell the public, over the air, the truth about Soviet plans, or
to say anything that was not complimentary about them. I was
given to understand this was "policy" which had gone out from the
White House. More than once I witnessed to my shame, in newsreel
theaters, a mild and restrained clapping when President
Roosevelt's pictures were flashed on the screen -- and then, when
Stalin's picture was shown, wild applause, shouting,
foot-stomping shook the theater!
Even before Potsdam -- when General Patton's forces were
starting their drive toward Berlin after the
Channel-crossing -- academic psychologists convinced the
Administration at Washington that the allies owed it to Russia to
remove Russian fears of future German aggression by giving the
Communists most of Eastern Europe. That is why General Patton's
forces were halted on the drive toward Berlin and forced to draw
back from territory already conquered!


The Dispatch That Never Came

It was about this time, possibly March, 1945, that I was waiting
to go on the air one Sunday morning in the KXL studios in
Portland. Broadcast time was 8:30 a.m. General Patton's forces
were making good progress toward Germany on the west. Russian
forces on the east had, the day before, come within a calculated
half day of crossing the border into Germany. The first invasion
into Germany itself would be big news. Customarily I covered the
war news, with an analysis according to prophecy, on each program
during those war years. It was already between 5 and 5:30
p.m. -- or even an hour later -- at the eastern front.
Arriving at the radio studios, I anxiously scanned the news
teletype for a dispatch stating that German soil had been
occupied by the Russian forces. No such dispatch had come in. I
arranged with the station announcer to check every few minutes,
and if the news came in on the tape, before my program ended, to
shear it off and bring it in to me so I could put it on the air.
But no such news came. Not that half hour. Not that day. Not
for many weeks!
WHY? The Soviet rulers did not want to plow immediately
through for a quick knockout of Germany. Instead, they left
adequate forces just outside the German border and sent their
invading divisions on south to conquer and occupy such eastern
Europe countries as Czechoslovakia, Romania, Hungary, Yugoslavia
and Albania, setting the Russian boot on those lands, as
conquered satellite countries, before bringing the war to an end.
At the same time, the Kremlin, with the help of the
theoretical psychologists, prevailed on Washington to send orders
through to General Eisenhower to pull General Patton back -- to
prevent ending the war until the Soviets had occupied all the
east European satellite countries!
Sometimes, I wonder how gullible statesmen and heads of
government can get! I continually pray: "Thy kingdom come, THY
will be done on earth, as it is in heaven." Well, we are, with
this revision of the Autobiography, forty-one years closer to
that happy world tomorrow than we were then!


The Strutting Molotov

But if the American Secretary of State had been altruistic about
the Communists being converted -- or being then, or ever becoming,
our friends, Mr. Stettinius certainly was disillusioned how! He
literally blazed with anger, after the closed-door conference
with Molotov! This I saw, and heard, in that press conference.
One morning -- whether the first morning of the first plenary
session or later, I do not now remember -- Mrs. Armstrong and I
arrived early at the Opera House to get a close-up view of the
celebrity statesmen arriving. One of the first was Mr. Anthony
Eden of Great Britain. Quite a crowd was gathered in front of the
Opera House. Police guards kept a passageway up the middle of the
crowd cleared, from the curb where the delegates stepped out of
their cars on arrival. Mrs. Armstrong and I were standing very
near the curb, just one or two steps up, off the sidewalk, and
directly in front.
Mr. Eden stepped out of his car, smiled, took off his hat
and waved warmly and in a most friendly manner to the crowd.
News cameramen rushed to him.
"Will you pose for us, Mr. Eden?" they asked. Smilingly he
nodded. The cameramen decided they would like him on the very
spot where Mrs. Armstrong and I were standing. Would we kindly
move to the other side, just long enough for the "shot"? Sir
Anthony smilingly thanked us, and stood while flashbulbs flashed,
then briskly walked on up the steps and into the Opera House.
A little later, three big, shiny black Cadillacs pulled up
to the curb. Out of the first and third of these cars sprang a
dozen or more Russian bodyguards. They promptly and rather rudely
pushed all of us back farther, to widen the path through the
crowd up the steps to the Opera House entrance. Then, quickly
behind them, out leaped about six more bodyguards from the middle
car.
Last of all, out strutted Foreign Minister Molotov of
Russia. Six or eight of the bodyguards completely surrounded him,
and as he walked stiffly and haughtily up the steps, no smile or
nod to anybody, more and more of his bodyguards closed in around
him, marching up the steps with him.
WHAT A CONTRAST, between the British and the Russian foreign
ministers! Mr. Molotov's haughty behavior made Mr. Anthony Eden
all the more well-liked by all of us there.
Mrs. Armstrong whispered to me, "Isn't Mr. Anthony Eden a
handsome man?" I asserted -- and added that so was Mr. Stettinius.
During the Conference, I attended a few other press
conferences held by outstanding delegates. Mr. Molotov gave one
press conference, and I attended. It was stiff and formal. He
spoke through an interpreter. He made himself thoroughly disliked
and detested by all. We saw quite a little of him during that
month-long Conference -- more than we enjoyed.


Meeting the Sheik

Very much in the news at the Conference were the Arab delegates,
always noticeable by their flowing robes. They were headed by
Sheik Hafiz Wabba of Saudi Arabia. I arranged for a private
conference with him. We spent an hour together in his suite in
the Fairmont Hotel and became good friends.
The sheik was in charge of all Arab negotiations on the
Jewish-Arab controversy over Palestine. He explained to me,
thoroughly, the Arab view, and why they felt the Jews had no
rights whatever in Palestine. Of course, I also interviewed
Jewish delegates, who gave me their side of the story. Each side
had a most logical and convincing story.
I wondered if the Arab people themselves knew and believed
they are the descendants of Ishmael, son of Abraham through
Sarah's handmaid Hagar. I asked him. He did not mention Ishmael's
name, but he said,
"Oh yes, Abram [he pronounced it A-brahm, with accent on
last syllable] is our ancestor. We are children of Abram."
The sheik spoke very good English. Mrs. Armstrong and I met
him again, in 1947, in London, where he invited us to a royal
reception to be presented to a former king of Arabia, then the
Crown Prince. And again, in 1956, in Cairo, he and his wife came
to our hotel and spent an afternoon with us. These contacts will
be described when we come to those years in the Autobiography.
I had another interesting full-hour's private conference
with Mr. Constanin Fotich, former foreign secretary of
Yugoslavia, who gave me a firsthand description of what happened
in the Communist invasion of that country -- and how farm owners
had their farms taken from them.
One press conference attended was held by the former head of
Latvia, or Estonia, or Lithuania -- I forget which, but believe it
was the latter of these three countries the Soviets had gobbled
up. He gave us a lurid description of the Communist takeover.
On one occasion I chanced to meet the Admiral of the Chinese
navy. He represented Chiang Kai-shek's Nationalist China. This
was before the Communist takeover. The admiral was a gentlemanly
sort. I met him in the elevator of the Mark Hopkins Hotel. He was
in a glamor uniform -- not even the Arabs in their flowing robes
were more glamorous. On the uniform about every color of the
rainbow was somewhere represented. There was only one unusual
thing about the presence of the admiral of the Chinese
navy -- Nationalist China had no navy! Not a single warship! That
may be one reason all the glamor was concentrated on the
admiral's uniform.


A High Pontifical Mass

Also, during our stay in San Francisco I myself spoke a couple of
times -- not before Conference delegates, but in halls before local
radio listeners.
We also attended a Roman Catholic High Pontifical Mass held
in the general civic area of the Conference, and attended by many
hundreds of delegates. It was presided over by the San Francisco
Archbishop, and the address was delivered by Bishop Hunt, of Salt
Lake City, one of the two outstanding Catholic radio ministers at
the time. Mr. Hunt was a powerful speaker, and his speech to
those delegates -- important officials and heads of state of many
nations -- actually carried prophetic significance.
He built his address around Psalm 127:1: "Except the Lord
build the house, they labour in vain that build it." He stressed
the seriousness of the world condition -- how this effort to unite
nations for peace was man's LAST CHANCE. These delegates were
trying to build a "house" -- a union of nations. Unless the Roman
Catholic Church was put at the head of it -- for of course he
assumed that Church was the Lord's sole instrument on earth -- it
was doomed to failure. Since they claim the Pope is in place of
Christ on earth -- what he really meant was that no move to
associate or combine nations together can succeed unless headed
and ruled by the Pope. It was prophetic, because this is
precisely what PROPHECY says will happen in the new European
Union, now emerging in Europe, to resurrect the Roman Empire!


Chapter 49
World War II Ends -- Atomic Age Begins!

ATTENDING the San Francisco Conference, I spoke on Wednesday
night, May 9, at the auditorium in Native Sons' Building, to an
audience of listeners to The World Tomorrow.
What I said that night might be of some interest, in the
light of subsequent events. I still have my notes on file. Here
is a brief summary:
"This San Francisco Conference is the greatest, most
important conference of heads of nations held in world history.
Here the top statesmen of the whole world are gathered. And WHY?
To build a HIGH TOWER -- a super WORLD ORGANIZATION -- man's nearest
approach toward WORLD GOVERNMENT -- an armed organization, with the
power of armed force to guarantee world peace. But since world
leaders do not know the WAY to peace, it cannot succeed.
"The war is over, in Europe -- or is it? We need to wake up
and realize that right now is the most dangerous moment in United
States national history, instead of assuming we now have peace!
"Men plan, here, to preserve the PEACE of the world. What
most do not know is that the Germans have their plans for winning
the BATTLE of the peace. Yes, I said BATTLE of the peace. That's
a kind of battle we Americans don't know. We know only one kind
of war. We have never lost a war -- that is, a military war; but we
have never WON a conference, where leaders of other nations
outfox us in the BATTLE for the peace.
"We don't understand German thoroughness. From the very
start of World War II, they have considered the possibility of
losing this second round, as they did the first -- and they have
carefully, methodically planned, in such eventuality, the third
round -- World War III! Hitler has lost. This round of war, in
Europe, is over. And the Nazis have now gone UNDERGROUND. In
France and Norway they learned how effectively an organized
UNDERGROUND can hamper occupation and control of a country. Paris
was liberated by the French UNDERGROUND -- and allied armies. Now a
Nazi underground is methodically planned. They plan to COME BACK
and to win on the third try.
"The Bible foretells that third round -- and it spells DOOM
for us, as God's punishment, because we, as a nation, have
forsaken Him and His ways! The third round is termed, in
prophecy, an invasion by "BABYLON" -- a resurrected Roman Empire -- a
European Union. I have been proclaiming that since 1927. For a
while I thought Hitler might organize it -- especially when he tied
up with the Roman Mussolini. It wasn't done in this second World
War. It will be done and provoke the third!
"This Nazi underground will introduce a new kind of internal
warfare and sabotage, to divide and conquer! It will stir race
hatred, class prejudice, strife among ourselves, religious
bigotry while professing to champion religious tolerance
especially toward the religion of the coming United States of
Europe.
"Even at this conference, classes and races are demanding
their 'rights.' This conference, and the United Nations
Organization it is forming, must solve three problems to succeed.
First, Big Three unity; second, the serious problem of what to do
with Germany to prevent World War III; and third, solve the
world's injustices against smaller nations, and the growth and
tactics of Communism toward world domination. Can it succeed?
"These world leaders here in San Francisco are trying to
build a HIGH TOWER of world organization to produce and preserve
PEACE. Can it succeed? Listen to God's Word: 'Except the LORD
build the house, they labour in vain that build it' (Ps. 127:1).
Again, Christ said (Matt. 15:13), 'Every plant, which my heavenly
Father hath not planted, shall be rooted up.'" (This first quoted
before Bishop Hunt used it, at the Pontifical High Mass.)
"The Lord God is not building this house. These men have not
sought His guidance. Their deliberations were not opened by
prayer, but by a moment of SILENCE! The heavenly Father in heaven
is not planting it. It shall, therefore, be rooted up!
"Once before, men started to build a high TOWER to reach to
the heaven of world domination. And God Almighty intervened and
broke up their building (Gen. 10:8-11, and 11:1-9). In the end,
God Almighty will have to intervene with force, to break up what
will grow out of this effort of nations to assemble themselves
together -- without GOD!"


Today, Many Years Later

How prophetic those words were! They are proving true -- because
they were based on the prophecies of God! This United Nations
organization started the IDEA -- planted it in men's minds -- of
uniting nations together. It paved the way for the prophesied
resurrection of the Roman Empire -- by a United States of EUROPE.
Today there is talk of a South American "Common Market," and even
a Southeast Asian "Common Market." Uniting nations together is in
the air.
Before concluding events of the San Francisco Conference,
one amusing little incident comes to mind. Mrs. Armstrong and I
were having lunch one day in the Mark Hopkins Hotel. I noticed
Walter Winchell, the New York newsman and broadcaster, rise from
a table with two or three other men. At the hat rack, just inside
the entrance of the dining room, I saw him pick up my hat and put
it on. But it didn't fit apparently, for he removed it, looked at
it, then put it back and found his own.


Deep-Sea Fishing -- War's END?

After the UNO (as it then was called) Conference at San
Francisco, we returned to the office in Eugene, Oregon. But by
August the need of another period of fasting and rejuvenation
physically was again imperative. In August we went, once again,
to the Oregon coast, for a two-weeks' rest and opportunity to
catch up on writing, while fasting in a cottage on the beach.
We started on Monday, August 6. Passing through Corvallis,
seat of Oregon State College, we picked up a newspaper EXTRA. It
was filled with sensational news. The first ATOMIC BOMB had been
dropped that day on Hiroshima, Japan!
The newspaper was literally filled with sensational news and
facts about nuclear fission. It was the first news to be given to
the public about the perfection of ATOMIC ENERGY.
WE HAD ENTERED A NEW AGE! -- the ATOMIC Age!
We were somewhat filled with awe! We knew this heralded the
speeding up of events to bring this world to its END -- and usher
in the better WORLD TOMORROW!
On Thursday of that week, August 9, news came over radio of
the wiping out of Japan's second city, Nagasaki, by the second
atom bomb. The crescendo of events was becoming terrific!
The following Tuesday, August 14, I took our two sons,
Richard David and Garner Ted, then ages sixteen and fifteen (Dick
was almost seventeen), deep-sea fishing for salmon, off the coast
of Depoe Bay. It was the first experience of the kind for all
three of us. In fact it was my only such experience. Mrs.
Armstrong, who has a tendency to become seasick easily, remained
ashore at Depoe Bay.
At this point, as well as at Newport and other points,
regular deep-sea fishing boats make regular excursion trips,
lasting perhaps a couple of hours, taking a number of paying
passengers on each trip. Proper equipment for salmon fishing is
provided, with attendants to instruct and help the passenger
"fishermen."
As we reached a good distance from land, lines were thrown
out, and several if not all passengers began to bring in salmon,
caught on the hook. These small fishing boats rock and roll (but
not like Elvis Presley) considerably. Soon both Dick and Ted were
feeding the fishes instead of pulling them in. I never told them,
but I almost did as well. I did feel a little woozy, but managed
by strenuous mental concentration to avoid contributing to the
food supply of the hungry fishes.
In spite of their seasickness, the boys each got a nice
large salmon, as did I -- I believe one was the limit for each
passenger. In any event, the fish were easily worth the small
fare for the trip.
As we drew close to land, the boats sailing under a bridge
on the Coast Highway into a lagoon harbor, we saw Mrs. Armstrong
standing on the bridge, waving her arms vigorously and trying to
shout something to us. We could not hear until we approached
closer to the bridge, but we knew well what she was trying to
say -- word had just been flashed over radio of Japan's
surrender -- the END of WORLD WAR II!
I had received the news of the start of the war -- that is,
of United States participation -- on December 7, 1941, while up in
the air on my first airplane night. And now that war was finally
ended while I was on my first sailing on an ocean -- the war in the
PACIFIC sector ending while I was on the Pacific!
We took our fine fresh salmon to our cabin at Yakone beach.
Mrs. Armstrong canned two of them, and one of them provided meals
for us and guests. Mrs. Armstrong's girlhood high school chum and
family were visiting us. Mrs. Armstrong served us baked fresh
salmon in hot poured butter. It was delicious!


A New AGE Dawns!

Returning refreshed, with recharged energy, to the office in
Eugene, I issued a special Bulletin for our co-workers. It
summarized the momentous stage of history through which we were
passing. It gave something of the "feel" of world events, as they
appeared at that time.
I think it will be interesting, and pertinent, to quote here
a few excerpts from that Bulletin:
"Since I last wrote you, May 28 from San Francisco we have
lived through the most momentous events of world history. At that
time, we had entered the period which has been the most vital
PIVOT in American and world history. President Roosevelt had
died. The military war had ended in Europe. Mussolini had been
ignominiously put to death and buried ....
"But even greater news has followed. World War II has come
to its final end, and as I write, General MacArthur is preparing
to go into and occupy Japan at the head of the most impressive
display of military might ever beheld by mortal man -- on land, on
the sea, in the air. This is planned in order dramatically to
convince the Japanese they have been completely whipped.
"But the most important news of all is the announcement,
with the actual horrifying demonstration, of the atomic bomb and
the age of atomic power. This, say scientists, will at once
completely revolutionize both peace-time life and warfare upon
earth.
"Within the past 400 years the world has passed through the
age of exploration, and then the machine age. Now we suddenly
find ourselves plunged headlong, without warning, into a new,
totally unexplored AGE OF ATOMIC POWER. Adjectives have been
exhausted in an attempt to describe the staggering magnitude of
this thing. It's a NEW AGE -- but one destined to be of extremely
SHORT DURATION. It's an age fraught with horrifying,
imagination -- defying possibilities. Yet it's an age which at once
opens to us marvelous new opportunities -- and a most STUNNING
challenge and RESPONSIBILITY in the work of Almighty GOD!
"Thousands of years ago men started the terrible scourge of
war with elementary weapons -- knives, swords, slingshots, bows and
arrows. As a prominent military analyst expressed it, the most
effective military weapons are those which can be used to strike
at the enemy in the quickest time, at the longest distance, and
with the most destructive power.
"And now, as World War II came to an end, the WEAPONS OF THE
FUTURE put in an appearance -- jet propulsion and rocket weapons,
carrying missiles still faster and farther.
"And then, the tremendous CLIMAX! The best-kept secret of
the war -- the ATOMIC BOMB, suddenly perfected, and just TWO of
these indescribable weapons of destruction and death dropped upon
Japan, bringing the war to a sudden END!"


At Last -- DAILY Broadcasting

Also it was announced, in this Bulletin of August 27, 1945, that,
beginning October 1, the World Tomorrow program was to be
broadcasted six nights a week, at the prime listening time of 8
p.m., at 800 on the radio dial, over the superpower 100,000-watt
station XELO, Juarez, Mexico.
That station, then having an exclusive channel over the
North American continent, could then be heard in virtually every
state.
This was by far the biggest leap ahead of God's work, so
far!
After this tremendous impact of nightly broadcasting got
under way, the number of listeners of God's truth increased
faster than ever.
Then, on the heels of this, GOD OPENED ANOTHER STILL BIGGER
DOOR! Station XEG, with 150,000 watts, making it the most
powerful voice reaching over the United States, opened its mighty
doors -- and at the prime listening time of 8 p.m., Central
standard time, and also six nights a week! I do not, at the
moment, seem to find records in the old files showing the exact
date, but I believe we started on this station on October 1,
1945.
Apparently the additional expense of this tremendously
powerful broadcasting, suddenly multiplying broadcasting
effectiveness many times over, had prevented the publishing of an
edition of The Plain Truth for three or four months. I do not
find a copy in the files until March-April, 1946, after starting
this powerful program. And that issue is Volume XI, Number l -- the
first issue printed that year.
But circulation of The Plain Truth had taken a big flight
upward. It is printed on the front cover, "Circulation, 75,000
this issue."


Chapter 50
A Momentous Year

AS THE years sped along, each seemed to usher in more
important developments than any preceding year in God's work.
1945 was a momentous year! -- but, for the work, 1946 was even more
important.
Actually, 1946 was the year of BEGINNINGS, as an organized
major national and worldwide work.
This was the year in which our own printing department was
started.
This was the first year in which the full impact was felt of
three superpower radio stations, blanketing the entire United
States and reaching even Canada and Alaska.
The was the first year in which we had the impact of
six-nights-a-week broadcasting, at an early prime listening hour,
coast to coast.
This was the year in which the first baptizing tour was
taken. It covered the four corners of the United States, and much
of the middle sections of the country besides.
And this was the year in which the founding of Ambassador
College was conceived, planned, and the first block of property
for the new campus acquired in Pasadena. This college was to be
the means of training of the growing personnel for the
fast-expanding organized work.
Now notice the startling significance in the fact this all
happened in this particular year!


The "Magic Number" Twelve

Looking back in retrospect, it is truly amazing to recall how
many things, lifting this almost obscure minor effort to the
dynamic worldwide FORCE God's work is becoming today, had their
beginnings in 1946.
I have remarked before how certain numbers have significant
meaning in God's plan. Six is the number of MAN and materialism.
Seven is GOD'S number of perfection and completion. God made the
material creation in six days. MAN was created the sixth day. But
God completed the first week, and perfected it by creation of His
Sabbath, on the seventh day. That seventh day typified the
completed and perfect SPIRITUAL creation.
Thus God set apart six millennia for MAN to be allowed
rejection of God's government, and to write the lesson of human
rebellion, to be followed by the seventh millennium in which God
will perfect and complete His SPIRITUAL creation.
But twelve is God's number of spiritual organizational
BEGINNINGS. God's promises pertain to Abraham's children. His
children began with the twelve sons of Jacob. God began His
organized nation on earth with TWELVE tribes. Christ BEGAN His
Church with TWELVE apostles.
But TWELVE is the number of organizational beginnings, not
first beginnings. God started off the human race with ONE man,
Adam. The first human "father of the multitude" that shall be
converted and inherit salvation was the ONE man, Abraham (Gen.
17:5); and this same one man is the human "father of the
faithful" (Rom. 4:16). The actual first beginning of the Church
of God was the ONE man, Jesus Christ. But the organizational
beginning was through the collective Body of Christ, empowered by
the same Spirit, starting with the TWELVE.
This present last-warning work of God, officially, was
started by the little Church of God in Eugene, Oregon. Yet I was
the pastor and leader of that little Church, and most original
members of that time showed little interest, and took no real
part, in the work. To all practical effects, it started with one
man, with the help of my wife -- and, of course, a handful of
co-workers.
The first conception of The Plain Truth had come in 1927. I
had made actual dummies of the magazine that year. But it was
only after seven years that the dream came to reality and
completion as a fact. Even then it was a crude, home-produced,
mimeographed "magazine." For the first seven years, from then,
this whole work remained a crude, unprofessional, struggling
little work. After seven years, the magazine became a printed
publication, the work moved into a daylight, efficient office, we
began to acquire some office equipment, and the work took on a
more perfected and professional appearance.
But the year 1946 was TWELVE years after God's work began.
And it was in 1946 that the vision of Ambassador College, the
BEGINNING of the organizational activity of this great work first
was placed in my mind. But it was by no planning of mine that
this first BEGINNING of an enlarged, world-girding, ORGANIZED
work first entered my mind -- and that the property for its
beginning was purchased that year. The truth is, I never so much
as realized that this all happened TWELVE years after the first
starting of the work, until researching material for this
Autobiography! But see now what happened in 1946!


START of Business and Printing Departments

During these first twelve years, there was no such thing as a
business office to handle the finances. Through those years I,
myself, was business manager of the work, as well as editor,
printer, office boy and everything but windowwasher (there were
no windows the first seven years).
But an organizational operation could not operate worldwide,
as God's work does today, without a department of business
administration.
We didn't know it at the time, but the first manager of the
business office, in charge of handling all monies, paying all
bills, keeping all financial records, and making all but the very
top-level financial decisions (which I still must make), in
regard to budgets, requisitions for purchases, etc., joined the
"organization" (if it could then have been called that) in
mid-February, 1946.
This was my son-in-law, Vern R. Mattson, husband of our
younger daughter Dorothy. They had been married in our little
church in Eugene in July, 1944. He was on brief furlough from the
Marines after returning from the Marines' engagement at
Guadalcanal, and having been in an Australian hospital. After
their marriage, due to his record in action, he had been sent
back to Quantico, to Officers' Training Camp. He graduated from
officers' school with highest grades and honors, at the head of
his class, and was commissioned a 2nd Lieutenant. He had been
discharged finally from service in November, 1945.
In February he joined our small but growing staff, to become
office manager. For some two to four weeks he did ordinary office
work, working in every department, to learn our system -- and
making suggestions for improvements, preparatory to taking over
the office management.
At that time we had a forelady, a secretary to me, one woman
reading and channeling incoming mail, one girl cutting stencils
for new names on the mailing list, three girls filing at the
mailing-list cabinets, and two girls in the "co-worker
department," keeping card records of all people contributing to
the support of the
work, with amounts and dates.
Later, after moving the headquarters to Pasadena, in 1947,
Mr. Mattson became business manager of the work and controller of
the college. His department developed into a sizable operation,
with a competent staff.
The first START of our own printing department came about
under unusual circumstances, by late May.
In early March, 1946, our other son-in-law, Jimmy (James A.
Gott), husband of our elder daughter Beverly, met with a serious
accident. He had been working in the Oregon woods east of Eugene
for a lumber company. This was dangerous work. Employment was
somewhat spasmodic. The pay was good -- when they worked. We were
glad, therefore, when he was transferred to a more
steady and "safe" job, in the mill.
But it was on this "safe" inside mill job that the accident
happened. Jimmy was working on the edger. At the time he was
wearing a glove, which caught on the teeth of the feed-roll. The
spinning feed-roll gouged out the whole back of his left hand,
even shearing thin the tendons and severing one or two.
He was in the hospital some six weeks or more. During the
war, the doctors had learned to do some remarkable feats of
plastic surgery on injured soldiers. A plastic surgeon, by
binding the back of Jimmy's hand to his abdomen, grafted new
flesh and skin from the abdomen onto the back of his hand. The
operation restored most, but not complete, use of the hand.
We didn't want to see Jimmy go back either to the woods or
the sawmill. At this time the Davidson offset printing machine
was brought to my attention. I sought further details, obtained
circulars and catalogs. The company offered special training to
teach men to use the equipment. I found we could purchase this
equipment on terms.
I took the printed matter and illustrations about it to
Jimmy in the hospital.
"How would you like to get into the printing business?" I
asked. "I think the time has come to start out our own printing
department. I don't have in mind printing The Plain Truth
ourselves, but we need many more booklets than we can afford to
have printed at commercial printing establishments. I think this
offset method of printing, in a department of our own, will pay
for itself in a year's time or less. I was thinking you could
learn this type of printing in a short time, and it would be a
STEADY job, and a safe one. I can't pay you as much as you make
in the woods -- when you have work there, but this would be steady,
and you'd make more per year than you have been making."
Jim liked the idea immediately. He read up on the Davidson
literature, and by the time he was released from the hospital he
was enthusiastic over it.
The equipment was installed in a room in the basement of the
IOOF building in Eugene, and with a factory instructor teaching
Jim the first few days, our printing department got under way
late in May.


My Mother's Eightieth Birthday

My mother reached her eightieth birthday April 21, 1946. Although
the biblical instruction of God shows that only pagans celebrated
birthdays, and Mrs. Armstrong and I have not done so since
learning this truth, my sister, who lived in Portland, was of a
religious denomination that does follow this custom. She had
planned a celebration for Mother at her home, and it was up to me
to get Mother there.
My mother had never flown on a plane. I can remember very
well, as a boy, hearing her use the expression often: "I could no
more do thus and so than I could fly." I decided it was time she
began to fly -- and she was quite willing.
So, at Eugene airport, we boarded a United Airlines plane
for Portland. I took "movies" of her walking out to the plane,
ascending the steps, and standing on the platform in the door of
the plane, waving. At Portland, I left the plane first, to take
pictures or her getting off. In the doorway she waved, with a
sort of triumphant smile that reminded me of the supposed
expression of a cat that had just swallowed a canary. She flew
frequently after that. My sister and husband were there to meet
us.
It seemed that eighty was a very ripe old age -- one that
deserved honoring. But God granted my mother an additional
fifteen and a half years after that -- fifteen and a half years of
enjoying life abundantly. In September, 1961, recovering from a
deep-seated cold and semipneumonia condition, sometimes called
"the old people's friend," she simply seemed to lack the physical
strength to continue recovery. In midafternoon, she smiled, said
she felt a little tired, and thought she would lie back in her
easy reclining chair and take a nap. She went to sleep, and, a
half hour or so later, simply stopped breathing.
Only the preceding afternoon she had smiled at one of our
favorite little jokes. I said, as I had done many times before,
teasing her a little, "Mother, you're the best mother I ever
had." As usual, though a little weaker and more tired than usual,
she smiled and replied, "Herbert, you're one of the best sons I
ever had."
No one grieved, though she was greatly missed. She had lived
to the fine old age of ninety-five and a half, enjoying life to
the last day. She simply went to sleep happily -- no pain, no
suffering, just peaceful, restful SLEEP. She will awaken, in the
next second of her consciousness, in the resurrection of LIFE.
Instead of grieving, we gratefully thanked God for giving her
long life, in the happiness of the knowledge of His WAY, always
loving her Savior.
She often talked of her joy the day I was born -- for I was
her firstborn. She bore me, and for Jesus Christ I baptized her.
But I have gotten fifteen and a half years ahead of the
story. Back, now, to the spring of 1946. Back, now, to that year
of organizational BEGINNINGS, when God's work began emerging from
virtually a minor one-man work into a highly organized major
worldwide power and influence.


The "Shirttail Shoot"

The first meeting of the Security Council of the new United
Nations was scheduled to begin on March 25, 1946, at Hunter
College in New York. And that marked the beginning of the END of
man's efforts to rule the world.
The General Assembly of the United Nations was merely a
debating body -- a sounding board for rival propaganda. Only the
Security Council was supposed to have the real power. If ever men
were to be able to bring about PEACE on earth, this Security
Council was their sole and last hope.
I decided to cover this first session of the Security
Council in person for The Plain Truth and the World Tomorrow
radio program. It was my first coast-to-coast night.
This night was made in a series of hops in the best air
service of the time -- DC-3s, or the equivalent. My first hop
started from Portland.
I do not now remember whether I have ever told on myself
about a certain proclivity. I think I have pretty well overcome
it now, but I had not in 1946. I had developed a habit of always
catching a train, bus, or plane at the very last minute. I
suppose this tendency had been influenced as a boy, when parents,
uncles and aunts always felt they had to arrive at the depot at
least an hour or more before departure time for a train. This
seemed to me a foolish waste of time.
Through the years I had caught many a train on the run,
after it had started. My wife had a name for this habitual
last-second dash. She called it a "shirttail shoot." She never
approved of it. She preferred to waste the hour of waiting,
rather than waste the following hour calming jangled nerves. I'm
afraid I pampered and petted the habit somewhat, before I finally
determined to overcome it.
Often, through my life, I had not been able to accomplish
things I set out to do on the original planned schedule.
Sometimes goals or objectives were reached a whole year later
than original schedules. But I took comfort and courage in being
able to say: " ... but I always arrived" -- and, even if late, I
could
always say, "Mission Accomplished!"
It was a fault -- and it has been overcome -- but I always
insisted it was better to have set the goal and to have achieved
it, even a day or a month or a year late than never to have tried
in the first place; or having set the goal, to have started out
with a flourish and then to have given up and quit.
I do now strive, with every pressure, to completed projects
and to accomplish various objectives on time.
GOD DOES THINGS ON TIME! God is never a single second late.
It took me years to learn that lesson, and I pass the experience
on to you for what it is worth.


First Security Council Session

But on March 23, 1946, I had not yet overcome the
last-second-dash tendency. Even when I started out on time,
something always happened along the way, seemed, to necessitate
that final leap for the departing train -- or, in this instance,
plane.
I decided to drive the car to Portland airport. On this
occasion, I believe we started in time. But we encountered tire
trouble -- or car trouble of some nature -- along the way. After an
enforced stop at a garage, it became doubtful whether I could
reach Portland in time. Mrs. Armstrong went along to see me off
on the plane, and both of our sons, one of whom drove the car
back to Eugene.
It was a wild, nerve-shattering ride in the rain the
remaining seventy-some miles. I don't think Mrs. Armstrong ever
forgot it. But, as usual, I arrived at the
airport at the last split second.
Sometimes we need to reflect back on events such as this. We
need to remind ourselves of the swift pace at which this world is
traveling. This transcontinental night was not flown nonstop in
four hours in a big jet plane -- as thousands fly the distance
every day now. The best available then was this little two-prop
DC-3. We made stops at Pendleton, Oregon; Pocatello, Idaho;
Salt Lake City, Utah; Cheyenne, Wyoming; Denver, Colorado; Omaha,
Nebraska; Chicago, Illinois; Detroit, Michigan; Washington, D.C.;
and New York La Guardia
Airport. This flight lasted all night and next day, arriving in
the evening.
However, during that very week I was in New York, air
transportation took a big leap ahead. The larger DC-4s were
inaugurated. On my return night, to Los Angeles, I enjoyed the
thrill of what seemed then like a huge DC-4, with stops only at
Washington, D.C., Nashville, Dallas, El Paso, and Los Angeles. It
was an overnight hop!
As we flew over Manhattan after takeoff, it was 9 p.m. We
arrived at Burbank Airport around 6:30 a.m. I shall never forget
the exhilarating sensation I felt, walking up Hollywood Boulevard
before 7 a.m. -- before many people were out on the street, and
thinking, "And only 9 o'clock last night I was looking down on
the lights of New York!"
I thought of my first trip to the West Coast in 1924, in a
Model-T Ford -- eighteen arduous days from Des Moines, Iowa -- just a
little over half way across the United States. And now, only
twenty-two years later, I had come all the way from New York just
overnight! It seemed to me we were living in a tremendous age!
But think what has happened since then. Next came the DC-6s,
and the 3-tailed Constellations; then the still larger DC-GBs;
then the DC-7s, when we felt planes had reached the ultimate. But
soon even that model was improved and enlarged into the DC-7Bs,
and rivaling it was the Super Constellation. But then a little
later we were gasping for breath when the 707 jets occurred.
I was a passenger on the first overnight jet flight from Los
Angeles to New York -- leaving Los Angeles International Airport
about 1:30 a.m., after midnight, arriving in New York early
morning.
And now there is the giant 747, besides the DC-10, and, in
Europe, the manufacture of the SST! I suppose we soon shall be
leaving New York in rocket planes, arriving in Los Angeles before
we start, due to the three-hour difference in time. Already, with
this time differential, jet planes arrive in Los Angeles only
about three hours after leaving London, England, on polar nights!
Yes, time flashes past -- and it is LATER THAN WE THINK!
But back, now, to New York, where I arrived the evening of
March 24, 1946. Next morning I took the subway out to Hunter
College. I had full access to the press room set up for the
opening sessions of the Security Council, because of my press
card from the State Department.
But, in these first deliberations of the BIG POWERS who were
members of the Security Council, I found no moves toward peace,
but only a continuation of the bickering, accusing, and struggle
for selfish advantage I had witnessed at the San Francisco
Conference.


Special Dispatch from the Security Council

The very START of the United Nations is summarized in the special
dispatch I filed in the press room, sent by wire to Eugene,
Oregon, and published on page 7 of the March-April Plain Truth of
that year. It was short, so I reproduced it here:
"UNO Security Council, New York. Special: As Secretary of
State Byrnes said in opening the first meeting of the Security
Council of the United Nations Organization today: 'This is a
moment of great importance in the history of the world. With this
meeting the Security Council of the UNO begins to function
permanently and continuously.'
"I write this from the press room of this temporary
headquarters of the Security Council. The session begins today as
all such conferences do, with speeches by important personages.
Press men and women are milling around in the press room here,
writing and filing, for their papers, thousands of words,
reporting names and happenings.
"But what is being said in these opening speeches; and what
is being sent out from here to be read in newspapers throughout
the world is not of itself important.
"What is important is what is going on in the mind of Joseph
Stalin, over in Moscow, Russia!
"What is important is what is still in the minds of multiple
millions of Germans poisoned by Goebbels' propaganda, and for
which poison our occupation forces have no cure!
"The world's LAST HOPE of preventing atomic annihilation
lies IN HARMONY! in this vital Security Council of the UNO. BUT
THERE IS NO REAL HARMONY!
"An open break on the Iranian dispute this week would bomb
UNO out of useful existence, make immediately imperative the
British-American alliance advocated by Mr. Churchill and possibly
lead to imminent war.
"Russia is not ready for another war now. Consequently the
Iranian dispute will have been worked out in some way before you
read these lines.
"The Security Council will continue to function for the
present. But that does not mean the kind of harmonious unity
between the Big Three IMPERATIVE FOR PREVENTION OF ATOMIC WAR!
"In the minds and hearts of the principals here, and in
Moscow, London and Washington, there is not that kind of unity.
THERE CAN NEVER BE PERMANENT WORLD PEACE UNTIL NATIONS AND THEIR
LEADERS LEARN THE WAY TO PEACE. THAT WAY THEY DO NOT KNOW AND
WILL NOT CONSIDER!
"There is a beehive of activity here though this conference
is on a much smaller scale than the San Francisco Conference, a
year ago: frankly, it all reminds me of the adages 'much ado
about nothing' and 'tempest in a teapot.'
"The WAY to permanent peace I DO NOT FIND HERE!
"But what I do find here is the way men and nations will
insist upon following until the entire Babylonish world order
finally topples to a self-imposed oblivion.
"AND THAT DAY IS NOT FAR OFF! IT'S LATER THAN WE THINK!"


Work Outgrows Eugene

Even before this flight to New York to cover the Security Council
opening, it had become painfully apparent that the work had
outgrown Eugene, Oregon. We had started daily broadcasting, six
nights a week, nationwide, on the two most powerful radio
stations covering the United States. The program, beginning
October 1, 1945, had gone daily on 100,000-watt XELO, Juarez,
Mexico, just across the Rio Grande River from El Paso, Texas, at
8 p.m. on the clock (Mountain time) and 800 on the radio dial six
nights a week. At the same time we had gone on 150,000-watt XEG,
Monterrey, Mexico, six nights a week at 8 p.m. Central standard
time. Also the program started simultaneously on our first
50,000-watt West-Coast station, XERB, just south of San Diego, at
9 p.m., Sunday nights only. This station was heard from Mexico to
Alaska up and down the coast, and reaching as far as Montana and
Alberta.
I should mention here that none of these stations have more
than a fraction of the effective coverage today that they had
then, even though the power remains the same. The number of radio
stations in the United States has increased rapidly, until there
are several times as many now as then. For example, in Eugene,
Oregon there was one station then. These hundreds of additional
stations, on all frequencies up and down the radio dial, cut in
tremendously on the superpower stations, so that they do not
reach out as far or as effectively as they did in 1945 and 1946.
After October 1, 1945, when this superpower
national-coverage nightly broadcasting began, our office staff at
Eugene increased rapidly. The one office we had first occupied in
the IOOF building expanded to four, with six times our original
space, including one large general workroom. By this time I had
an office manager in charge of the general workroom, and about
nine girls. We had acquired equipment for mailing. Through the
years, this type of equipment has been stepped up gradually, a
step at a time.
Originally, the mailing list was handwritten on two sheets
of paper. The first few years Mrs. Armstrong kept this list. All
copies of The Plain Truth were addressed by hand. Then, about the
time we moved into the IOOF building, we picked up an antiquated,
second-hand, foot-powered addressing machine, with which we could
use the Elliott stencils.
These stencils were cut on a typewriter.
But by the end of 1945 we had our first Elliott addressing
machine. Later, as the work continued to grow, we stepped up to
the Addressograph system, with metal plates. Today, of course, we
keep our mailing list on IBM computer.
However, I was confronted not only with the problem of
getting 75,000 copies of the magazine printed each issue, having
outgrown local commercial printing facilities, but also with the
problem of recording six half-hour programs each week.
By this time I was going to Portland for recording. I was
having to spend an average of three days each week in Portland,
away from my office. Even this meant recording two half-hour
programs each day that I was in Portland. This was too strenuous
an assignment, as a regular grind. When more than one half-hour
of full speech is recorded in a day, the quality and
effectiveness of the second one suffers. There is bound to be a
physical let down in the second program.
For a while, I avoided spending half the week in Portland by
installing a regular telephone broadcast line, connecting my
office with the recording studio in Portland. But this was not
satisfactory.
Radio headquarters for the United States was Hollywood, with
New York a sort of secondary headquarters. The best-equipped
major recording studios were all in Hollywood and New York. It
was becoming more and more necessary to have the recording done
in Hollywood. So, by December, 1945, I was making trips as often
as possible to Hollywood to do the recording, and to look for a
location to move our headquarters.

Searching a Location in Pasadena

At first, I thought only of moving our office to the Los Angeles
area, accessible to Hollywood, and to the larger printing
establishments in Los Angeles for adequate facilities for
printing The Plain Truth. The idea of a college didn't strike my
mind until 1946.
Of all places, however, that Mrs. Armstrong and I did not
want to live, Hollywood headed the list. Neither did we want to
live in Los Angeles. It was too large a city, and we regarded it
as the spawning ground of crackpot religions. We did not want to
be identified with it.
So, needing to be accessible to both Hollywood and Los
Angeles, yet desiring to live in neither, we turned to Pasadena.
We had first visited Pasadena in 1941. We knew it was
totally different from either Hollywood or Los Angeles -- or
Beverly Hills. Pasadena was a cultural city, conservative, and a
city of homeowners.
It must have been in December, 1945, while in Hollywood for
recording, that I began making a series of arduous,
patience -- trying trips to Pasadena in search of office space and
a place to live. At this time we had no home, as explained
previously. We had lived in various motels in Eugene, and later
in a rooming house.
Day after day I "tramped" afoot all over Pasadena, looking
for a suitable location. Nothing suitable seemed to open. I would
return to my hotel room in Hollywood at night dog-tired.


Idea of College Germinates

As the weeks and months sped by, an idea was begotten in my mind.
As the work was growing, the need of additional trained help was
becoming more and more apparent.
Up to this time I had been holding nightly evangelistic
campaigns in various towns and cities in Oregon and Washington.
Nearly always there had been enough converts to organize a small
church group. But there was no minister to pastor the little
flock. Not one of them lasted longer than six months. I had to
realize that sheep cannot endure without a shepherd.
In Eugene, one of the four larger churches conducted a
school for training ministers. It became headquarters for a new
denomination. I had noticed that once they established new small
church groups here and there, their little churches continued to
hold together and grow. They had ministers available to pastor
each new church raised up. They had a school for training
ministers.
If necessity is the mother of invention, perhaps God created
the necessity to get through my thick skull the realization that
God wanted a college of His own for the training of His
ministers, as well as other trained personnel that soon would be
required for His rapidly growing work.


What KIND of College?

And so it came about that, by the time of my flight to New York
in late March, 1946, I was well aware of the need for a college.
And I knew that college must be located in Pasadena, California.
As I thought and planned -- and prayed for wisdom and
guidance -- the kind of school to be established gradually took
shape in my mind. It must not be a "Bible School" or a
theological seminary. There was a vital REASON!
The one profession no man is free to choose for himself is
Christ's ministry. The true ministers of Jesus Christ are CHOSEN
BY HIM -- just as He chose His original apostles. Jesus said: "Ye
have not chosen met but I have chosen you, and ordained you"
(John 15:16). I had learned, by observation and experience of
others, that invariably if God does call a man to His ministry,
that man will try to run from it -- as Jonah did. I did the same,
myself. But, if a man decides for himself that he wants to be a
minister, invariably time and the fruits demonstrate that Christ
never called him.
The students in this school must not come with the
expectation of becoming a minister. Again, specialized BIBLE
instruction alone would not be enough. In today's world of wide
diffusion of education, only an educated ministry can adequately
represent Jesus Christ.
The type of college soon became crystal clear. It must be a
LIBERAL ARTS college, offering a general cultural education, with
biblical and theological training offered as ONE of several major
courses. And then there could be a Graduate School of Theology
for those who, after four years of undergraduate work, appeared
as possible or probable future ministers chosen by the living
CHRIST.
Also, because we would need trained girls and women in the
work, and because most effective development of character,
personality, poise, and true culture is better achieved by social
contact of both sexes, it became plain that the college must be
coeducational, admitting girls as well as men.
With all this in mind, I planned to fly from New York to Los
Angeles.
And that explains my cross-country flight to Los Angeles in
one of the very first DC-45, about the first of April, 1946.
Arriving early that morning in Hollywood, I telephoned Mrs.
Armstrong at Eugene, and we decided she would catch a plane that
same day and join me in Los Angeles. That night is one of the
reasons she gave up flying, except when it was absolutely
necessary. She had suffered a severe case of airsickness.


In Search of a COLLEGE Location

By that time I knew there had to be a liberal arts college. I
knew what kind of college. I knew what its basic policies must
be.
What I then had in mind was a small college of one building.
There was no idea of beautiful campus grounds. The beautiful,
spacious, magnificently landscaped campuses we now have were of
GOD's planning, not mine.
But I did not yet know CHRIST'S mind as to what constituted
a suitable location. My conception was merely a building with
three or four classrooms, and a small auditorium or assembly
room. Of course there had to be office space for our growing
mailing office. There was no thought, then, about dormitory space
or housing.
After Mrs. Armstrong joined me, we remained for some two or
three weeks recording the daily program in Hollywood studios, and
spending all available time searching for a location in Pasadena.
It was a long, arduous, tiresome search day after day.
Finally, I found a vacant lot west of the arroyo that seemed
somewhat near my conception of a suitable location. It was in a
residence section, where two streets joined like the base of a V
at an intersection. This lot was triangular in shape, rather
rounded at the base of the V. It contained perhaps a third of an
acre of ground. I envisioned a triangular, V-shaped building to
be erected on this lot. The idea of spacious campus grounds
simply did not occur to me.
With this concept in mind, I consulted two architects in
Hollywood who worked in partnership. They designed preliminary
sketches of the building I had in mind. When laid out on paper,
the building occupied nearly the whole of the lot, leaving room
only for a small patio.
We returned to Eugene, Oregon, with the problem of how to
manage the purchase of the ground, and the financing of
construction. This problem proved to be a real headache. We had
the money for neither. The income for the work must have been
between $50,000 and $75,000 per year at that time, but
operational expenses of the broadcasting and publishing work had
a habit of keeping equal with, and always trying to run ahead of
income.
In June we returned to Hollywood, accompanied this time by
our two sons. Dick was then approaching eighteen, and Ted was
sixteen. I began to feel we needed more ground. I continued the
daily trips to Pasadena. Finally I found a vacant plot of some
four or five lots -- perhaps 250 feet by about 100 feet, on
California Street, on a corner. This site would at least make
possible a larger patio.
I made preliminary plans to buy it. The money was not on
hand at the moment. But I planned to set aside a definite amount
each week, until enough for a down payment would accumulate. I
hoped to have this within three months.


The First Baptizing Tour

Meanwhile, scores of letters had been received from radio
listeners coast to coast requesting baptism. There were requests
from all over the South, the Middle West, and even Florida.
You've heard people speak of things tugging at their hearts. If
ever anything tugged at our hearts these appeals did. Mrs.
Armstrong and I felt they could be deferred no longer.
So we had planned a nationwide tour to visit these people
personally and baptize all who were found ready. We were still
driving our 1941 DeSoto. It was one of the best cars ever
manufactured in America, but it was now more than five years old.
While recording in Hollywood, and searching further in Pasadena,
we left the car for about a week in a Hollywood garage for a
complete overhaul.
Meanwhile, I spent many hours in our hotel room sorting out
many scores of electrical transcription discs that had been
broadcast six months or more previously, for repeat broadcast
during the weeks of our tour. These had to be sent to the
stations so that the program would continue daily until our
return to Eugene, when I would resume recording new programs.
I felt that by our return from the baptizing tour we might
have enough accumulated in a special fund for a down payment on
this Pasadena plot of ground. The hope was that we would be able
to pay off the balance within a year, and then, with the ground
paid for, obtain a loan with a mortgage on the ground for
construction of the college building.
We started the baptizing tour one evening, so that we could
drive through the heat of the desert to Las Vegas during the
cooler hours of the night. It must have been near 2 a.m. when we
arrived in Las Vegas. The car was now in good shape mechanically,
even though five and a half years old -- it was in good shape, that
is, all except the tires.
Perhaps many of our readers will remember the
scarcity -- almost nonexistence of good tires after those war
years. Our tires were mostly recaps. The rubber supply had been
largely shut off during the war, and the tire makers had turned
to synthetics. They were not yet perfected in quality as they are
today.
I think it was the next day out of Las Vegas we began having
our tire troubles. Time after time we had blowouts. At one
filling station a dealer sold us a recap tire that lasted just
long enough to get us far enough away that we could not afford to
turn back and demand a replacement. Finally, at a town in Texas,
we found a man, whom I believe I baptized, who had ration coupons
or some kind of priority for two or three new tires, which he
insisted we take, at his sacrifice. After this we had little tire
trouble.


Bathtub Baptizing

I think a few of the unique experiences of that first baptizing
tour are worth recording.
Some time before this, I had obtained in Eugene a
lightweight rubber wader's suit. The soles of the feet were of
heavier rubber, and the suit came up to the body almost to the
armpits. I used this rubber suit for baptizing. In nearly all
cases we were able to find a local stream, or small lake suitable
for the baptizing ceremony.
One night we had been delayed by previous visits by some
hours in reaching Lake Charles, Louisiana. It was rather late in
the evening -- perhaps 10 o'clock -- when we arrived. We had made
appointment by letter to meet a number of people at this home.
They were all patiently waiting when we arrived. But there was no
available river or lake for baptizing. I do not remember the
details specifically. But I seem to remember that there had been
rains, and there was swamp water, and it was positively
unsafe -- either because of snakes or poisonous matter in the
water.
I do remember these people said there simply was no
available water anywhere for baptizing. The idea of using the
bathtub was suggested. I had never done this, or heard of it -- but
the requirement was enough water to "bury" the candidate in the
"watery grave," and so I decided the bathtub could serve in the
absence of anything else. It was a struggle to get the candidates
completely "buried" in the water, but I succeeded.
We had to forego baptizing one man in Florida altogether. He
said the swamp waters in the area were so dangerous he would not
risk his life going into them. There was no bathtub!
On this tour we zigzagged up and down, going north from New
Orleans through Mississippi as far as Memphis, back down through
Alabama, into western Florida, up the Atlantic Coast through
Georgia, South Carolina, North Carolina, Virginia, into
Washington, D.C., New York, and as far as Portland, Maine. Then
across New Hampshire and Vermont, and up to Montreal, Canada.
Then on to Ottawa and Toronto, with a side-tour by boat to
Niagara Falls and return. Then across Canada to Windsor and
Detroit. On to Chicago, Des Moines, then again south into
Oklahoma, then west through Kansas and back to Canon City,
Colorado, where I had held the evangelistic campaign a year or
two before. Then northwest across the Rockies and on to Eugene,
Oregon.


Led to GOD'S Location

By November, in 1946, I had again gone to Hollywood for
recording, and was again making trips over to Pasadena in search
for a location for the college.
I had not been able to save out the weekly amounts planned
to accumulate a fund for the purchase of the site I then had in
mind. And by this time I had learned that, being a nonprofit
church, and not a commercial business, it would be impossible for
us to borrow the money to construct a college building, even if
we had the ground already paid for.
It seemed every door for opening the college was slammed
shut in my face. Yet I knew God was leading me to start a college
that would be His college. There was no doubt whatsoever of that!
It was discouraging. It was frustrating! But I was
determined not to give up. One real estate broker I had contacted
in my search was a Mrs. McCormick. Her husband had been a real
estate broker, and after his death she carried on the business. I
had found her to be an intelligent and experienced businesswoman
in her field, who at the same time remained every whit a lady of
culture and refinement. In going the rounds of real estate
agents, I chanced to drop in once again at her office.
"Oh, Mr. Armstrong," she said, "I'm glad you dropped in. I
have a property I'd like to show you. It isn't quite what you
have in mind, but I think it might be worth your while to take a
look at it."
I was taken to a small mansion of some eighteen rooms, on
Grove Street just off of South Orange Grove Boulevard -- Pasadena's
"millionaire row" residence street. This was a two and a quarter
acre place known as the "McCormick estate" -- because it had been
built by a Mr. Fowler who was vice-president of the International
Harvester Corporation, and Mrs. Fowler was the daughter of the
founder of International Harvester, Cyrus McCormick.
The property was on a hillside. It had been magnificently
landscaped, although it appeared not to have been maintained in
good condition for a few years. Beside the main building, there
was a four-car garage with two servants' apartments. To the east
of these buildings was a beautifully contoured slope to a
balustrade, and then a six-foot drop of ornamental concrete
retaining wall under the balustrade, dropping to a long, level
space known as "the lower gardens." This space was headed by an
ornate concrete tempietto, and ended at the other end with a
large square pool and a classic pergola.
I could not see how we could use the building which had been
a residence, or the large garage, but it did seem that the lower
level space might become the building site for the classroom
building I had in mind.
Of course, this space was well grown up in weeds, but I knew
we could clear that. Also there were two other fountains at
either side of the tempietto, and built in as part of it.
But the price was $100,000, and the owner, a Dr. B., whom I
will not name for reasons that will be obvious, wanted cash. I
shook my head. Indeed it was not quite what I had had in mind!
The next day, however, I began thinking it over. The thought
occurred to me that it might be possible to use the big house as
a classroom building. After all, I remembered suddenly that it
was not designed in residential character, but was a concrete
building with flat roof, architecturally of institutional
appearance rather than residential.
Of course I didn't have the $100,000 cash. Nevertheless, I
called Mrs. McCormick on the telephone, suggested this
possibility, and asked if I could inspect the property once more,
viewing it from this new and
different angle.
She arranged another inspection with Dr. B. I could see on
this visit -- I had hardly taken notice of the inside of the
building on the first visit -- that the large living room, about
twenty-seven by thirty feet, could make a good library room, and
even serve as an assembly room. The adjoining large dining room
could
serve as an additional library room. A small office room off the
entrance hall could serve as a small classroom for ten or twelve
students.
Upstairs there were three large bedrooms, of adequate size
for classrooms seating from thirty to sixty-five or more
students, besides other smaller rooms. There was a small
three-room penthouse above.
Then I inspected the garage building again. The main garage
room, intended to accommodate four automobiles (it had originally
been horse stables, but had been rebuilt into a four-car garage
and servant apartment building), was even larger than our main
larger office room in Eugene, Oregon, used as the mailing room.
The apartment rooms to the rear could house our printing
department. That left a small office in front, and the living
apartments on the second floor could supply the other
administrative offices.
For the first time I began to envision GOD's type of college
location. Here were beautiful grounds to provide a small but,
once cleared of weeds and relandscaped, magnificent campus with
beautiful and majestic trees -- palms, deodars, magnolias and other
fine specimens.
I asked the two Hollywood architects to inspect the
property. "Why," they exclaimed, "here is your college, already
built, and with a small but outstandingly beautiful campus."


The Proposition

I telephoned a boyhood Sunday school friend at that time, Dr.
Walter Homan, dean of student personnel at San Francisco State
College. I had previously consulted him about the founding of a
college. I described this property to him.
"Providential!" he exclaimed, "It sounds positively
providential!"
I telephoned Mrs. Armstrong to come to Hollywood
immediately, to have her opinion. She, too, felt it was just the
place -- and, if we outgrew it, perhaps adjoining estates could be
some day acquired.
But how could we make the purchase without any money? That,
you may be sure, was the REAL problem, now. Besides, I was not
yet convinced in my own mind this was the location God had
selected.
An idea came to my mind. It was already mid-November. The
first college term would not start until the next September -- ten
months away. Why not submit a proposition whereby we would start
making the largest possible monthly payments, but not take
possession until nine payments had been made, by the following
July 1. That would give time to prepare for a September opening.
I asked Mrs. McCormick who was the best attorney in Pasadena
for the handling of a property transaction.
She recommended Judge Russell Morton. I arranged an appointment
and went to his office.
Judge Morton recommended, under the circumstances, that a
lease-and-option contract would be more attractive as an offer to
the owner. I had suggested that we would make monthly payments of
$1,000 per month. That was certainly a maximum ambitious monthly
payment for me to offer, in our financial circumstances.
But 1 percent per month was rather common practice, and I
feared any smaller offer would not even be considered. If this
was where God wanted us, I felt I could rely on Him to increase
the income enough to cover it.
Judge Morton suggested we draw up a contract providing for
taking occupancy the following July 1, continuing on a lease
rental basis until the end of twenty-five months. Then the
$25,000 so far paid would become the down payment on the
purchase, and we would then exercise our option, be given the
deed to the property, giving Dr. B. a trust deed until fully
paid.


The "Catch" in the Deal

The proposition was drawn up in legal form, and I gave it to Mrs.
McCormick to present to Dr. B., with my check for the first
$1,000.
Then I prayed earnestly. I asked God to reveal His will
respecting His college by causing Dr. B. to accept if that were
God's will, but to cause him to reject it, if this was not the
place God had chosen for His college. I realized there did not
appear to be any chance in a thousand that a man who wanted
$100,000 cash would let his property go for only $1,000 per
month, with no down payment at the start whatever -- and taking two
whole years and one additional month to build up a 25 percent
down payment.
I was not at all sure this was the place God wanted us -- and
yet it had begun to look more and more like the finest place we
could possibly have. But I knew God would cause it to fall into
our hands if that were His will.
I did not hear any answer for two or three days. Then Mrs.
McCormick told me she had the contract all signed, sealed, and
delivered! The date was November 27, 1946.
For the moment I was elated, grateful, thankful!
But what I didn't know was that apparently Dr. B. had no
intention of ever letting us get possession. He was not a medical
doctor. He was a doctor of law.
As time went along, it became evident that when July 1,
1947, arrived, Dr. B. had no intention of letting us gain
possession. It appeared that his intention was to keep the $9,000
and keep the property too.


Chapter 51
Planning a New-Type College -- in U.S. and Europe

WHEN THE idea of founding a college to provide the future
trained personnel for the expanding work was first conceived, I
thought immediately of my brother-in-law, Walter E. Dillon. My
wife's brother had been a life-long educator. Those who have read
the Autobiography from the beginning will remember the episode of
the oratorical contests at Simpson College, in Iowa, back in
1922-1924. I had worked with him in oratory, when he was a
college freshman. He won the state contest. Walter and I had been
closer together, from that time, than with our own brothers.
He held a Master's degree in education from the University
of Oregon, and had done additional work toward a Ph.D., or an
Ed.D. He had started teaching school upon graduating from
college, later becoming a principal, and finally principal of the
largest public school in Oregon outside the city of Portland.
Thus he had had considerable executive and administrative school
experience, in addition to being a natural-born and experienced
teacher. He was thoroughly familiar with college and university
life, methods and procedures. He had the technical experience for
academic organization I lacked.


Choosing a President

Immediately when the conception of the college entered my mind, I
had contacted my brother-in-law, asking if he would join me in
the venture, as president of the college.
"I hardly think I could do that," was his first response. "I
don't know much about the Bible. Administering a religious
college, I'm afraid, is altogether out of my line."
"But this is not to be a Bible school, or religious
college," I quickly explained. "It is to be a straight liberal
arts college, although it will offer a course -- as one of the
majors -- in Bible and theology. You won't need to have theological
experience. Do you think I
would be able to teach that course?"
"I think you have more Bible knowledge and understanding
than anybody on earth," he smiled. "You know, I think we'd make a
good team in getting this college started. With your business
experience and ability, your religious knowledge and experience,
and my academic experience -- well, I'll think about it."
He did think about it. Often we talked about it. Of course
it was a weighty decision for him to make -- he had been
established since his own college days in Oregon. Finally he
decided he would come to Pasadena to help me get the new college
started.
Before presenting the lease-option contract as an offer to
Dr. B., Mr. Dillon had come to Pasadena to inspect the property
and help me decide whether this was the right location. He had
been immediately enthusiastic over it.
So now that we had the first segment of the future campus
under contract, preparations began in earnest for organizing the
thousand and one things required before it could swing open its
doors as a going educational institution.


Special Magazine Edition

The very first thing to be done was to produce a special edition
of The Plain Truth. The problem of recruiting students had been
brought up by Mr. Dillon. That is a major problem of colleges and
universities.
"The Plain Truth and the broadcast will provide us with
students," I had explained.
The first thing to do was to let people know about it. The
Plain Truth was still an eight-page bimonthly. The next issue was
to be the January-February, 1947, number. With it we went up to
sixteen pages. I made this a very special, more attractive
edition. For the first time, it had a front cover, instead of
starting the lead article on the cover. It showed a picture of
the entrance to the new college-to-be. The center spread -- pages 8
and 9 -- had a large four-column picture showing a portion of the
new campus. The article announcing the new college began on that
page, with a four-column headline; "And now ... our own NEW
COLLEGE!"
The article explained that "an amazing new setup has come
into our hands that is unique, and, we believe, without parallel!
Prospective students learning of the unusual program are
thrilled!"
Policies were announced. The article said: "AMBASSADOR
offers superior advantages in location, beauty of campus, nature
of courses of study, high academic standards ... advantages in our
special recreational and social program, cultural advantages,
physical education, as well as in religious instruction.
"AMBASSADOR is to be a general liberal arts institution -- not
a Bible school, ministers' college, or theological seminary. It
will fit students for all walks of life, offering a general and
practical basic education ....There is no other college like
AMBASSADOR. It is, in a sense, a revolutionary new-type
college ... a forward-looking, progressive institution built on
soundest principles, having highest goals and objectives, yet
employing the best of proved methods of administration, and
maintaining highest academic standards."
The reader will be interested in a little further
explanation of the college, which appeared in that article.
"But why should we establish and conduct a college in
connection with this, God's work?" the article continued. "The
reasons are concrete and vital.. .. The work has grown to a scope
where called, consecrated, properly educated and specially
trained assistants, ministers and evangelists to follow up this
work in the field, have become an imperative need. The time has
come when we must lay definite plans for carrying the gospel of
the Kingdom of God into all nations, in many languages! Never,
until now, could we foresee just how this was to be done. But the
time has come; God has given the answer, and moved miraculously
to open the way before us. The only answer was a COLLEGE of our
own!"
But why, then, was this not to be a Bible school or
theological seminary?
The article, continuing, explained that:
"Yet, the active ministry is different from every other
profession in one very important respect. No man ever should
enter it of his own volition .... A true minister of Jesus Christ
must be specially called of God. And how may we know whether one
is really called? Experience has shown human nature to be such
that most who think that they are called are mistaken, and those
who really are called invariably try to run from the calling!
Jesus gave us the only test.' By their fruits,' He said, 'ye
shall KNOW.' But the fruits are worked out by experience, and
that requires time. For that very reason, our college cannot be a
ministerial college -- though it is being designed so that, should
we be fortunate enough to find one out of twenty really and truly
called to the ministry, that one will have been prepared and
properly trained .... These considerations led naturally to the
policy of making AMBASSADOR a general liberal arts institution
for all young men and women, regardless of future vocation,
occupation or profession."
The article continued to show what is wrong with this
world's education today -- what has happened to it -- how it has
drifted into materialism. It showed that the revelation of
God -- in the Bible -- is the very FOUNDATION of all true
knowledge -- the right approach to knowledge -- the concept through
which to view and explain what is seen, measured and observed.
But in this world's education, the false theory of evolution has
been substituted as that basic concept and foundation. The
article concluded with detailed, but brief, facts about the new
college -- its location, courses offered, tuition.


Planning College in Europe

It may come as a surprise to many readers, but the conception of
a second college abroad actually was generated in late December,
1946, or early January, 1947.
I had gone back to Pasadena at the end of December, 1946. On
New Year's eve, I spent the night as Dr. B.'s guest, in the
building still occupied by him and his sister, which was to
become Ambassador College. In these days Dr. B. was very
friendly. About 4:30 a.m., New Year's day, I was awakened by
crowds trudging up the hill in front of the building, carrying
blankets, camp-chairs, and stools.
The world-famous Tournament of Roses parade starts each year
just one block south, on Orange Grove Boulevard. This first of
our college buildings is only a half block east of Orange Grove
boulevard.
This was my first opportunity to see the fabulous Rose
Parade. I found the excitement of the throngs lining up along the
parade course, beginning on South Orange Grove, and then making a
right turn into Colorado Street -- the main business street of
Pasadena -- was even more exciting than the parade -- if possible. In
order to secure an advantageous position along the curb and
parkway, vast throngs begin to assemble long before daylight.
It was during this visit that the idea of the second college
in Europe came about. It was during a conversation with Dr. B. I
was quite concerned about our future foreign language courses. I
knew we had to have people trained in many languages, to get the
gospel to all nations. I felt the average foreign language
course, as taught in most colleges, inadequate. I wanted our
young people to be taught to speak these languages as the natives
of those countries do -- without a foreign accent. This was almost
impossible, as taught in an American classroom. I felt students
needed to actually live in these foreign countries, learning the
languages there.
I knew, of course, that Switzerland is peculiar in that it
has no one native language of its own. In northern Switzerland
the official language is German. In central and western
Switzerland, French is the official language; and in southeastern
Switzerland it is Italian. Yet I knew most Swiss people speak all
three, and a very large portion speak English beside.
In Switzerland, children are taught the official language of
their district from birth. Then at age six most children start to
learn a second language, and at age ten or twelve, a third -- and
often one or two more later.
As we were discussing this situation, Dr. B. mentioned that
he had a very close personal friend, a Madame Helene Bieber, of
German birth, the widow of a very wealthy Frenchman, who owned
the newest, finest, most modern villa in southeastern Switzerland
at Lugano. Mme. Bieber, he said, had lost all her money during
the war. It had been in Paris banks, and had been confiscated
when the Germans occupied Paris. She had some money in New York
banks, but wartime regulations, not yet released, apparently tied
it up and prevented transmission of it to Switzerland. She was
left with this ultramodern and super elegant five-story villa,
facing on beautiful Lake Lugano, yet without funds even to employ
a single servant.
"She still has all her fine clothes, dozens of mink wraps
and coats, and her villa, but no money," Dr. B. explained. "Since
you would not want to start your college over there for about
three or four years, I believe you could effect a purchase -- if
you can stretch to it -- on a basis similar to the one between you
and me on this property here. You could begin making payments
now, which would provide her with an income to live on. She could
continue living in her villa for the next three or four years,
with an income -- sort of eating her cake and having it, too, these
first few years. Then, when you take possession and start your
school, you will have a very sizable payment made on the
purchase. By that time she will have her money from the New York
banks, and will continue to receive regular sizable monthly
payments from you for a few more years.
"I think she might be willing to make such a deal -- and it
would make it possible for you to acquire your second college
without capital -- just monthly payments, beginning now."
I was intrigued. I did not realize that the "good doctor"
actually had designs on marrying the rich widow -- surmising that
she probably would also get her money from the Paris banks some
day -- and that he probably had no more thought of allowing us to
actually ever gain possession of the Lake Lugano villa than he
did of allowing us to actually gain possession of this property
in Pasadena!
I thought over the idea for some time. Finally, along about
the tenth of February, 1947 -- or a day or two later -- I talked to
Dr. B. on the telephone from Pasadena about the Switzerland idea
further. He suggested we go over and see it. He offered to go
along. We decided to go immediately. There was a sailing of the
Cunard liner Queen Elizabeth from New York on February 19. Dr. B.
said he would meet me aboard ship.
There was no time to obtain passport or steamer reservations
before leaving the West Coast. Dr. B. already had his passport.
Under regular routine it required thirty days to obtain one by
mail from Oregon. But I knew the Press Officer of the State
Department, and felt confident he would be able to get my
passport issued immediately, at Washington.
Mrs. Armstrong and I had discussed the matter of her
accompanying me. But there not only was the added expense, she
had such fear of the water, she felt afraid to sail.
As a young girl her grandmother, born in England, had told
her of a terrible shipwreck on her voyage to America. The
grandmother was twelve years of age, when her widowed mother,
with her eleven children, sailed to America. Some distance off
the banks of Newfoundland, the sailing vessel was torn apart by a
hurricane. Six of the children, lashed to a mast, were picked up
by another vessel -- but the mother and five children were drowned.
Hearing the vivid, stark details of this tragedy while a very
young girl had put fear of the ocean into my wife's mind. So she
had decided not to sail with me to Europe.
Accordingly, on February 12, after my telephone conversation
with Dr. B., I procured round-trip tickets and Pullman
reservations to New York for myself alone.
I had decided to make the trip to New York this time via
Portland, Seattle, and on the crack train of the Great Northern
Railway -- the "Empire Builder" -- to Chicago, thence on the B & 0
line to Washington, D.C., then to New York. The cost and time was
the same as going straight east from Portland on the Union
Pacific.


Chapter 52
Our First Trip Abroad

IT WAS the morning of February 14, 1947. At that very
moment, the Shasta Limited was approaching the station at Eugene,
Oregon.
Mrs. Armstrong, Mrs. Annie Mann (a later hostess of girls'
student residences at the college in Pasadena), and I were in my
office. I had my hat and coat on, my suitcase packed and beside
me and was throwing last-minute papers into my briefcase.
Suddenly Mrs. Armstrong exclaimed, "I've decided I want to
go with you!"

Mrs. Armstrong's "Shirttail Shoot"

"Well, this is a nice time to make up your mind," I said. "You
couldn't possibly get ready in time, now."
"Oh yes I can!" she replied. "Grab your suitcase and
typewriter, and let's hurry!"
We dashed to the elevator. On the street below, one of our
sons was waiting at the wheel of the car.
"Drive over to our rooms! HURRY!" I said. "Mother's decided
to go with me."
At the time, the reader will remember, we were living in two
upstairs rooms in a rooming house about five or six blocks from
the office. We had sold our home nearly two years before. The
work had needed the money.
We were whisked, as only a seventeen-year-old boy can whisk
an automobile around corners on two wheels, to our rooming house.
We dashed upstairs. Mrs. Armstrong first threw her suitcase out
of the closet, asking Mrs. Mann to throw her clothes into it
while she pulled them down off hangers and literally threw them
out of the closet. In less than two minutes she had dresses,
suits, and other things out of dresser drawers, thrown and jammed
into her suitcase.
We dashed back downstairs, and the car careened around
corners, pulling up to the depot about one minute before the
train pulled out. Eugene was a division point on the railroad,
and the train stayed there ten minutes while they changed engines
and crews. But the train had pulled into the station just about
the moment we were coming down the elevator of the office
building.
I told my sons to put our luggage on the train, while I
dashed across the waiting room floor to the ticket office, and
asked for a one-way ticket to Portland.
There was not time, now, to procure tickets to New York and
return for my wife.
Many, many times I had made what my wife termed "shirttail
shoots" for trains. This is one time she herself was guilty.
But the "shirttail shoot" was not over, yet. I now had to
pick up her round-trip ticket to New York, when we changed trains
at Portland. We had twelve minutes between trains at Portland.
But, as usual in those days, there was a long line standing
queued before each ticket window. At the very last second, I
finally obtained her tickets, caught the train as it was
starting.
We arrived in Seattle in the afternoon, and that evening
started the long ride from Seattle. It was a rough, jerky ride
across the states of Washington, Idaho, Montana, North Dakota,
Minnesota and Wisconsin, into Illinois at Chicago. Our Pullman
berth must have been at one end of the car, immediately over the
wheels, where the riding is much more rough. It was even rougher
on the B & 0 all-night ride into Washington, D.C.


How NOT to Plan Your Trip Abroad

Now ensued a series of exciting events which give the reader an
example of how NOT to plan your trip abroad.
Arriving in Washington in the morning, we first checked in
at the Statler Hotel. Before applying for passports, it was
necessary to obtain passport photos of ourselves. We found a
leading photograph studio in the hotel. The photographer tried to
sell us a dozen larger photographs along with the passport
photos.
I had not had my photograph taken for many years. I had
never allowed my picture to be reproduced in The Plain Truth or
any of our literature. I had, for years, even dodged and avoided
all camera shots, except a few to be kept within the family. But
just prior to this I had received a letter from a radio listener
that convinced me I had been wrong.
This listener asked me what I had to hide. He asked me what
I would think of a minister if I dropped in at his church, and
the pastor hid behind the pulpit while he preached. Would I not
think he had something to hide? Would I not become suspicious?
He said character is written on one's face, and he always liked
to see the faces of those he listened to. Of course, this was not
possible on radio but, at least, he said, I ought to let
listeners see my picture.
The thought came of using one of these photographs to
reprint, but I was still hesitant about printing it in The Plain
Truth. The photographer made a proposition. Why not place a bulk
order for 500? He would make us a very special low price for such
an order. He did it all the time, he said, for Congressmen and
government officials, who thus sent these photographs to
constituents.
So, it occurred to me it might be preferable to send real
photographs to just those few who personally requested and wanted
them, rather than publishing my picture for all readers to see.
We placed an order, I believe, for some 400 of me and 100 of Mrs.
Armstrong since most requests we had received were, naturally,
for mine. Actually, I think we found later that we should have
ordered them just the other way around, for there was a far
bigger demand for my wife's picture than the supply. After our
return from abroad, these were mailed out to those who had
personally requested them.
Next I went to the State Department, but the press officer
could not be seen until afternoon. Then I went to the ticket
office of the Cunard Line, owners of the great ship the Queen
Elizabeth. They had one cabin left, space for two, cabin class,
on this particular sailing but that was the only space on the
ship. We wanted to return mid-March. But there was no space
whatever available on the west-bound voyage until August. I was
told there might be some chance of a cancellation in the next two
days, before sailing. The agent agreed to telephone their New
York office, and I could contact them there, after arriving in
New York. I purchased the ticket for the cabin on the east-bound
passage.
In the afternoon I waited a long while in the office of the
State Department Press Officer until he returned, about 4:30 p.m.
He was glad to see me again, and immediately called the passport
office across the street, asking them to process my passport at
once. It was a few moments before closing time when we arrived at
the passport office.
They told me our passports would be ready in the morning. I
happened to show them my State Department credential card which I
carried.
"If you had just shown us that," I was told, "we would have
put through your passports earlier in the day, and you could have
had them before now."
It was necessary to obtain visas to cross France, and to
enter Switzerland, as well as to enter England.
The next morning, February 18, after obtaining the
passports, we visited both the Swiss and French embassies, and
had their visas stamped in the passports. However, we learned
that the British visa had to be obtained in New York.
We had another very rough ride that afternoon on the train
to New York -- rougher than the others before
Arriving in New York, we went to the Ambassador Hotel, where
I customarily stopped when in New York. I had wired ahead for a
reservation the day before leaving Eugene. But even then my
telegram had not arrived in time. The hotel was booked up solid.
"Mr. Armstrong," the desk clerk said, "we certainly try to
take care of our regular guests, but we're simply filled up, and
booked ahead for about two weeks. But we have arranged a room for
you and Mrs. Armstrong in another very good hotel just a couple
of blocks away. We were also unable to accommodate your United
States Senator from Oregon. You'll see Senator Wayne Morse
sitting over there across the lobby."
I was acquainted with Senator Morse. He had been dean of the
law school of the University of Oregon, in Eugene, before his
election to the Senate. Mrs. Armstrong and I walked across the
lobby, and chatted with the Senator a few moments, then went on
to the other hotel.
Immediately upon reaching our room, I telephoned the Cunard
Line to see if a cancellation had turned up on the return voyage,
sailing from Southampton March 15.
"Mr. Armstrong," said the man at the Cunard office, "I would
say that your chances are absolutely hopeless. We are booked
solid for all our ships -- and so are all other steamship
lines -- until the middle of August. More than that, we have
several hundred others on the waiting list -- all ahead of you.
There's absolutely no chance of so many cancellations that we can
fill all of those ahead of you before tomorrow's sailing. "
Hopeless or not, I do not give up easily. I determined to
call the Cunard office again next morning.
But let me say right here, all this experience is an example
of how not to plan your trip abroad -- on a moment's notice,
without passport, steamer or plane reservation, visas, or other
preparations. Start planning at least a month ahead.


Out-Determining John Bull

Next morning I telephoned the Cunard office again. The same voice
answered at their reservation office. It was the same story.
"I told you, Mr. Armstrong, there's no chance whatever," he
said.
But I kept on talking. Soon we got into quite a
conversation. I was telling him about a branch college in Europe.
The idea was something new in education. He became interested,
and so I kept on talking. After a while he said, "Would you
excuse me a moment? I have to take a call on the other phone.
I'll be right back."
In just about fifty seconds his voice came back.
"What lucky star were you born under, Mr. Armstrong?" he
asked. "Talk about miracles! Do you know what that call was? It
was a man cancelling a cabin on the March 15 sailing from
Southampton, and just because you're on the phone at this moment,
I'm going to forget all those other applications on the waiting
list ahead of you, and let you have it!"
It was no "lucky star," but it probably was a miracle! Mrs.
Armstrong and I walked hurriedly over to the closest subway
station on Lexington Avenue, and caught the first express train
to downtown Wall Street, and hurried over to the Cunard office,
where we procured our return passage on the Queen Elizabeth.
Without it, we knew we would not be able to obtain British visas,
or even to board ship that night.
The actual sailing was set for about 5 a.m. next morning,
but all passengers had to be aboard ship by 11 p.m. that same
night, Wednesday, February 19.
Immediately we took a subway back uptown, and went to the
British visa office in Rockefeller Center on 5th Avenue. A line
was queued before the visa window. I waited in line. Finally
reaching the window, I was told that no visas could be issued in
less than thirty days' time. I could file my application now, but
the visa could not be issued for thirty days.
"But I must have this visa immediately, today!" I said,
"Look, here is our ticket on the Queen Elizabeth. We have to be
aboard ship before 11 o'clock tonight.'
"That makes no difference, sir," replied the clerk. "We
require thirty days to issue a visa. You Americans are always
trying to do things in a hurry. But you are in a British office
now, and we don't rush things through in such a mad manner."
"This may be a British office, but you're in AMERICA, now,
Mister," I returned. "And here, we do things the AMERICAN way. I
have tickets to board the Queen Elizabeth tonight, and we are
going to board it!"
"My dear sir," the clerk said politely, "we British are
quite determined, you know. Would you please step aside, now. You
are holding up this queue."
"Well now," I smiled, "you may be Johnny Bull, and you may
have bulldog determination, and stubbornness, but right now, I'm
more determined. I will not move from here until you stamp the
visa in my passport. If you want to make room for those behind
me, just stamp it, here."
"But I simply have to clear the way for the others behind
you. Would you continue talking, then, to one of the officers at
one of the desks behind me, so I can get to the others?"
"That depends," I said. "Is the man at the desk behind you
your superior? Does he have more authority to issue a visa than
you?"
Assured that he did have superior authority, I agreed that
if this officer would come to the window and agree to let me
inside the gate to see him, I would leave the window and continue
with the man higher up.
He asked me why I had not sent in my application thirty days
earlier. I explained that this was an emergency trip, planned
suddenly only six days before, out on the West Coast. I explained
how we had picked up passports on the run, as it were, and how
miraculously space on the ship had opened up, and we had all the
other required visas. Now all we needed was the British visa, so
we could land at Southampton and pass through England on the way
to Switzerland and return.
But he, too, was stubborn. He refused to issue the visa
short of thirty days. It seemed very unjust. If he was
determined, I was more determined. I kept talking.
"Mr. Armstrong," he said, finally, "I simply must ask you to
please excuse me. I have much work to do."
"I will not leave until you stamp the visa on our
passports," I said with finality.
"Well then." he compromised, "will you leave now and come back at
3:30 this afternoon?"
The office closed at 4 p.m.
"Will you promise to see me then, if I do?" I asked. He
promised, and Mrs. Armstrong and I left. Promptly at 3:30 p.m. we
returned. But this man avoided even looking our way. I stood at
the gate, waiting. He did not keep his promise. He refused even
to glance my way, and I was unable to open the gate and go to
him.
Finally, at five minutes to four, he walked into another
room. A moment later, another man, who sat at another desk, after
cleaning up his desk to leave for the day, saw me waiting at the
gate. He came to the gate, asking if there was something I wanted
before the closing time.
"Yes indeed," I replied. "Mr. Blank asked me to return at
this time for my visa. We are boarding the Queen Elizabeth
tonight. But Mr. Blank just went into another room, and didn't
seem to know I was here."
"Oh, I'll take care of it for him, then," he smiled. "Will
you step in?" We walked over to his desk, and he stamped visas in
our passports. I got out quickly, before Mr. Blank returned.


The Floating City

With nerves almost shattered, we walked up the gangplank of the
Queen Elizabeth about 9 o'clock that night, looking forward to
five quiet days aboard ship.
But there was no quiet until after 11 p.m., when all
visitors had to leave the ship. The letters Mrs. Armstrong and I
wrote our children tell the story:

Wednesday Night, 11:39 p.m.
February 19, 1947

Hello, kids!
We are on board -- mail leaves in ten minutes -- must be brief.
Visitors all have just left, This is the largest passenger
liner ever built -- tremendous! It's been like an exaggerated movie
premier -- mobs throng all over -- fourteen decks -- blocks and blocks
long -- everyone dressed up -- many in evening clothes -- everyone
happy -- crowd surrounding Mischa Auer getting autographs (he's
going to Europe on the Queen) -- now it's quieting down. This ship
carries 3,500 passengers -- a city floating! One gets lost on it.
At last we're really going to England-Europe! We have a nice
small private stateroom to ourselves.
Dick and Ted, prove you are grown up and worthy of being
trusted and taking responsibility. That's the way to get more
privileges. Ted dress warm. That's all the time I have.
Keep the home fires burning. They say there's no coal for
fires in England or Europe. We'll probably freeze and starve -- but
here we go!
Love,
Dad


Dearest Children all of you,
It's a quarter of midnight. We are aboard and lack a whole
lot of having seen the ship. It's immense. We are going to bed.
Ted if only I knew you were taking care of yourself I would
be much happier. You must not go out in a "T" shirt when you are
accustomed to a sweater. Now take care of yourself.
I can't realize that I'm at last going to see England. I've
always wanted to. This is a beautiful ship. We'll get pictures of
it.
We wish we could see all of you. We send a world of love to
our dear family.
Mother

The Queen Elizabeth was 1,031 feet long -- almost a quarter
mile. It had fourteen decks; its gross tonnage was 83,673
tons -- about double that of a large battle-ship; it carried 3,500
passengers.
I was much amused at a cockney elevator operator aboard
ship. Of course, actually the ship did not have elevators -- the
British call them "lifts." In calling out the various decks, he
would say: " 'C' Deck next -- 'C' for Charlie." Then, " 'R' Deck
next -- 'R' for Restaurant." Then, " 'B' next -- 'B' for Bertie."
Then, " 'I' Deck next -- 'I' for Albert."
We had the smoothest crossing ever experienced by members of
the crew -- so some of them told us. We had prayed for it.
Nevertheless, Mrs. Armstrong spent two days in bed with
seasickness.
Aboard ship, at the reservations office, reservations were
made for us at the Dorchester in London. At Southampton, the boat
train to London was waiting in the Customs shed at the docks. I
had obtained Pullman car reservations. This does not mean
sleeping cars in England -- just first -- class coaches. The tickets
had been obtained at the reservations window aboard ship. In the
Customs shed, an officer examined our tickets, and told me we
were in Car 'I'. So we walked almost the length of the train,
past cars 'C', 'D', 'E', and on down to 'I'. Then we learned that
we had encountered another cockney -- and we had to trudge back to
car 'A'.


Arriving London

We docked at Southampton on Tuesday, February 25. Thursday
morning, the twenty-seventh, a reporter from the Daily Graphic
called on the telephone and asked for an interview. He arrived at
12:30, so I invited him to lunch in the Dorchester Grill Room.
The idea of a college with one unit in America, and one in
Europe, with a number of qualifying students transferring from
the one on scholarship to the other was a new idea in education.
"A wonderful idea," he exclaimed. I did not get to see his
story in the paper about it, since we left early the next morning
for the Continent.
Our first real look at London was on Wednesday morning,
February 26. In some respects it was like a dream. To us, it was
a different world. Some of our first impressions were recorded in
letters to our children.
Here are brief excerpts:
From Mrs. Armstrong: written Wednesday: "It's so different
here in London. Cabs, buses, everything -- never saw such a
conglomeration of buildings, so many twists and turns in the
streets. We went to Somerset House today. I thought I would look
up Grandma's birth record, but couldn't find it. However, I don't
know just the year or place of her birth. We have a nice room,
but cold. Lights all go off and elevators (pardon me -- "lifts")
stop running from 9 until noon, and from 2 to 4 p.m. Scarcely any
heat in the coldest winter England has had since 1840, around two
years before Grandma was born. The sun shone brightly
today -- first time since five weeks ago. We've seen Buckingham
Palace, Parliament buildings, etc. -- of course, so far only a very
small part of London, for we slept till almost noon." We had not
arrived in London until after midnight.
A portion of my letter, written same day: "Dear Kids all, at
home: We have spent our first day in old London town. As mother
told you, because of a strike. and due to coal shortage, we were
kept on board the Queen Elizabeth until 7:30 last night. Our
train didn't get started until 9 p.m. We almost froze. We're
almost freezing now. The temperature in the hotel room and lobby
is about fifty-five degrees. It's a different world. Old
buildings -- many in ruins, all originally nearly white, and of
stone, now almost black-coal smoke."


Attending Royal Reception

Just before noon on Thursday, I received a telephone call from
the private secretary to "His Excellency, the Ambassador and
Plenipotentiary Extraordinary of Saudi Arabia, Sheik Hafiz
Wabba." She said that His Excellency had heard that I was in
London -- I had an hour's interview with him at the San Francisco
Conference, in 1945 -- and wished to extend a very special personal
invitation for Mrs. Armstrong and me to attend a royal reception
to be held that evening in the ballroom of our hotel, the
Dorchester.
I wondered how the sheik had come to know we were in London.
Then I remembered that the day before I had seen some Arab
officials in their flowing robes in the lobby of the hotel. I had
gone to the reception desk to inquire whether Sheik Hafiz Wabba
was in the hotel. He was not, but I was informed that he did
frequently come to the hotel. I had mentioned that I knew him. I
supposed the reception office had made our presence known to the
sheik.
This royal reception was in honor of H.R.H., the Crown
Prince, Emir Saud. He later became King Saud of Saudi Arabia. The
Sheik's secretary said that His Excellency would like to have
another chat with me, and this reception would be the only
opportunity, since he was leaving with the Crown Prince the next
morning.
We had planned to leave London for Zurich that afternoon. We
had an appointment to meet Dr. B., and Madame Helene Bieber in
Zurich that evening. When I expressed regret at being unable to
attend, due to this appointment in Zurich, the secretary urged me
to postpone the Zurich appointment and stay over for the
reception. It would be, she said, the most glamorous and
important social event held in England since the war, and again
reminded me it was the only opportunity for another interview
with the sheik.
I said that I would telephone Dr. B. in Zurich, and if I
could postpone our appointment, I would call her back. The
appointment was postponed, and I notified the ambassador's
secretary. A little later a specially engraved invitation arrived
at our apartment by private messenger.
Perhaps excerpts from a letter written to the family at home
immediately after returning from the reception will best describe
the experience. This is what I wrote:
"Just this second we returned from the royal reception held
by Sheil Hafiz Wabba and H.R.H. Emir Saud, the Crown Prince of
Arabia. It was very colorful. About 200 invited guests -- earls,
dukes with their monocles and flashing decorations, admirals,
commodores, dozens of ambassadors -- we saw those from Turkey,
Chile, Albania, etc. We entered in couples. A brightly uniformed
page announced each couple in a very loud voice, as 'Lord and
Lady so and so, ''Admiral and Mrs. so and so, ''The Turkish
Ambassador,' and so on. We were announced as 'Mr. and Mrs.
Herbert W. Armstrong.'
"The Arabs, in their flowing robes, stood in the receiving
line. Mother advanced first, then I -- since this was the customary
way. First we were greeted by His Excellency Sheik Hafiz Wabba.
In turn he introduced us to the tall and very handsome crown
prince, whom they addressed as 'Your Royal Highness.' Then the
remaining five or six top Arab officials. Then the crowd mingled
around, munching on tiny sandwiches, French pastries, while being
served tea. The dress was not formal. The people over here have
been through a war, in a way we Americans have no conception, and
they simply don't have many fine clothes over here right now.
There were very few in evening clothes. The clothes of several
were becoming a bit threadbare. Yet the titled ones wore their
glittering decorations. Mother was the nicest-looking woman
there.
"We had a very nice, brief, private talk with the sheik, and
got a statement for my article on the Palestine situation for the
next Plain Truth.
"We were seated at a table, when the royal party approached.
Immediately we arose, and took seats at another table. The Crown
Prince sat at the table we had vacated, but before doing so
smiled and motioned for us to be seated beside him at the table.
He does not speak a word of English. I felt we should not accept
his invitation, since it was apparent that table was intended for
the royal party. He was merely trying to be cordial. Twice he
smilingly motioned a welcome to us, but I smilingly and
apologetically shook my head and refrained."
That Crown Prince later became the king, when his father,
old King Ibn Saud, died. That experience was the first time we
had ever come into personal contact with royalty.
While I was writing the above, Mrs. Armstrong was writing
the following about the reception:
"We just returned to our room from the royal reception. I
felt just like Little Lord Fauntleroy. It was all so interesting.
We were announced in a thundering voice to all. Presented to
Sheik Hafiz Wabba (His Excellency), who in turn presented us to
the Crown Prince (His Royal Highness), and on down the receiving
line. We were among the lords and ladies, dukes and earls, and
admirals and ambassadors of many countries. They are all just
folks. We were so interested in it all -- tables everywhere -- you
could sit or not. In the center of the ballroom were large
banquet tables with different kinds of food and drinks. One just
walked up anywhere and helped himself. There was beautiful
music -- violins and piano. The Palestinian announcer for the BBC
branch there introduced himself to me and then to two ladies, and
I later introduced him to Dad.
"It's March 1 now;" (this part evidently written later) "I'm
all packed. We leave soon for France. It's bitter cold, no heat
at all in the rooms. I fill the bathtub with hot water and get in
until heated through, and then jump into bed. Last night the maid
brought me a stone hot water bottle that kept me warm. Poor
Britain is suffering even worse, it seems, than during the war.
Everything but water is rationed."


And Now -- the Continent

The evening of the first of March 1 was writing a letter with my
portable typewriter on my lap, in my upper berth in a compartment
on the sleeping car of a French train from Calais, bound for
Zurich. Mrs. Armstrong occupied the lower berth. This is part of
what I wrote:
"Here we are in France. Just boarded this train a half hour
ago. It's now dark. At 4:30 this afternoon we were on a boat
crossing the English Channel, and the sun not far from the
horizon sinking in the west. I looked at my larger watch, which
is still set Eugene time, and it was 8:30 a.m. I did a little
quick calculating and discovered that at that hour, you were
looking at the same sun, same distance from the horizon, rising
in the east, while we were looking at it setting in the west. We
are one-third way around the earth from you. In other words, you
people are walking almost upside down. I know you are, because
one of us is, and it isn't us over here.
"Calais is quite a little town. We've seen many bombed and
shattered buildings. OUR bombs probably did that. The Nazis had
this town. Seems strange, like a dream, to think we are actually
over here where the war was fought, in territory that was
occupied by the Germans. I don't see any Germans here now. The
people here are French. And I mean FRENCH! At the dock and depot,
which are joined together, the officers or attendants, or
whatever they were, had typical French caps, like French army
officers, and flowing capes. The porters, seeking opportunity to
carry luggage for the tips, yelled out, 'Porteur! Porteur!
Porteur!" with accent on the last syllable -- or equally on both.
The train porters can't speak a word of English. They say 'Oui!'
(pronounced <we').
"It's now 8:45 p.m. Just at that last paragraph we were
called to dinner. A Frenchman walks through the cars ringing a
cute little bell. We weren't sure it was a call to dinner, or
whether there was even a dining car on the train. We were in the
rear car, so we started forward. After going through all the
sleepers, and about four day coaches (European type, six to a
compartment), we came to what looked like the baggage car,
decided there was no diner and turned back. Two cars back a
porter stopped us. He couldn't understand us; we couldn't
understand him. We tried by motions to make him understand we
were looking for the dining car -- if any. Mother suddenly
remembered that the word 'cafe' is a French word, but probably we
didn't pronounce it the French way -- at least he didn't
understand. I pointed to my mouth, then my stomach, and finally a
light dawned on his face, and a smile. He pointed back up front.
We opened the baggage car door and found it was a diner. We sat
by two Englishmen, one of whom travels over this railroad every
two weeks or so, and speaks French. He steered us through the
meal. First a waiter came by and served something supposed to be
soup. (Right here Mother says we are entering Amiens -- this town
figured prominently in the war -- remember?) After the soup,
another waiter came along with a great big dish of spaghetti,
with meat balls stuffed in deviled half-eggs. There is no
water -- unfit to drink. Everyone drinks red wine. The Englishman
told us we could have fried chicken, not too bad, at extra cost,
but by that time we had eaten enough spaghetti. Then a course of
potatoes, then 'ice cream,' made with, apparently, water and skim
milk. I paid in English money, about 14 shillings and some odd
pence.
"Wish you could see this funny French sleeping car. These
French cars are larger than the British -- about the size of an
American car. We had to climb up a steep ladder to get on the
train. It's rather crude compared to our Pullmans still, not too
bad. Altogether different, though. Seems funny to us. We have a
private compartment. There are no sections -- all private rooms. It
has private wash basin, but no toilet. All use the same public
toilet -- both men and women.
"Mother has seen some of those French farms we've heard
of -- house and barn for livestock all in one building. The ground
is covered with snow -- has been, all over, since we landed at
Southampton. We are to arrive at Basel about 8:10 a.m. There are
no railroad folders, timetables, or maps. Those are luxuries only
Americans enjoy."
I have quoted the letter at some length. Most books or
articles about foreign travel do not mention many of these little
things that an American notices on his first trip abroad. I felt
those reading this Autobiography might find it interesting.


The Vision of the Future

A portion of a letter written on the train next morning may be
interesting -- and prophetic:
"The English tell us that we Americans are just now starting
to go through the stage of development they did 200 years
ago -- that we are that far behind the times. They really think
they are ahead of us! They are smugly ahead of what they suppose
us to be -- yet they know nothing of America, actually. I was
particularly impressed by their pride. They feel they are
superior, morally, to all people of the earth. Yet it is quite
apparent that their morals have hit a toboggan slide since the
war! They are surely a long way from realizing their sins,
nationally and individually, and of repenting of them -- and they
don't even dream, and would never believe, that they are to be
punished and conquered, and then rescued from slavery by Christ
at His Second Coming -- so as to bring them to salvation. In some
manner, I know now that I must warn them, and will, but it will
be difficult -- no use of radio there, as it's government owned and
operated. YET, THEY MUST BE WARNED.
"I think it can be done by purchase of advertising space in
newspapers and magazines, getting people to write for The Plain
Truth. I've been making plans, while in London, for our coming
campaign to reach England. The newspaper reporter said the
advertising idea could be used. We will have to either send Plain
Truths across, or have them printed in England, which is what we
undoubtedly will do -- a European edition. The college over here
will probably become a European headquarters for carrying on our
work all over Europe. WE MUST REACH EUROPE AND ENGLAND, as well
as America! Our work is just STARTING! I see, more and more, why
we have been simply led into taking this trip, and why the way
opened so miraculously and suddenly before us at every turn.
Before the coming atomic war, we have much work to do."
As I wrote then, the prophecy has been fulfilled. The
college was established some years later than I then expected -- it
was established in Bricket Wood, near London, instead of in
Switzerland.


General Eisenhower and Channel Invasion

On Thursday, February 27, I had written this to our children at
home: ' ... Today I tried to purchase a pair of gloves. It is cold,
around freezing, and will be colder in mountainous Switzerland. I
walked almost the length of Bond Street, stopping in all men's
clothing shops on the right side of the street proceeding north,
and on the west side of the street returning south back to
Piccadilly. Finally, at the last store, I found a pair of dark
tan kid gloves. I engaged the shopkeeper in conversation. Why
were gloves so scarce, in so cold a winter?
"He explained that a large percent of everything
manufactured in Britain is exported. I asked why. 'Because,' the
merchant replied, 'England would starve otherwise. We must import
nearly all our food, and we can't get a credit exchange to enable
us to buy food in foreign countries unless we export to those
countries an equal value in manufactured products.' You can buy
'made in England' gloves, luggage, leather goods, china, woolens,
etc., easier in the United States than here.
"After finally finding a shop that had a pair, I didn't get
my gloves after all. After he had removed the price tag, he
couldn't let me have them because I had no ration book.
"This morning we finally spotted some lemons in a fruit and
vegetable shop. My liver really needed some citrus juice, after
the kind of food we had been getting. Quite a crowd was queued up
before the stand. After standing in line ten or fifteen minutes,
I asked for a dozen lemons. The woman asked for my ration book.
No ration coupons, no lemons! -- and only l/2 pound to a customer,
then! I'm starving for fruits, juices, and leafy vegetables. You
don't realize what we have to be thankful for, on America's
Pacific Coast. We have the best of everything in the world -- and
yet we grumble? What we are seeing here is next best. Every other
country (except Switzerland) is worse right now.
"As we were leaving the lobby of the hotel this evening, the
hall porter, who looks more like an impressive, important
business executive, told us this hotel (The Dorchester) was Gen.
Eisenhower's headquarters prior to the Channel Invasion.
Marshall, Patton, Bradley, and all our top generals stayed here.
They were all well liked. This porter saw a lot of them, talked
to them, and arranged many things for them. He said they were
quiet, but simply oozed with personality, and he rated Eisenhower
as the ablest, strongest personality of all, even over Marshall,
and thinks he is one of the strongest men in the world ....
"Do you know, the Channel Invasion that defeated Germany
might have been planned in this very hotel! It could have been in
this very room where I'm writing. When the invasion zero hour
came, the porter said Eisenhower and all other top military men
came down one morning smiling and happy, and said they were off
for a two or three day rest in the country. They were good
actors -- appeared happy. They said they could throw off all
restraint and heavy responsibility a few days, and get in some
needed rest and a vacation in the country. They were not a bit
tensed up. No one suspected a thing. They didn't check out of the
hotel. They left their things in their rooms. If any Nazi spies
were in the hotel, they would have been thrown completely off.
Then next morning -- BANG! The great invasion smash was on -- and
doom for Hitler! No one in this hotel suspected anything was up."



Chapter 53
Impressions of Switzerland and France

WHAT a difference between France and Switzerland! On the
French train, no breakfast was served that Sunday morning, March
2, 1947. The reason: the train was running two or three hours
late. Our sleeping car had been scheduled to be transferred to a
Swiss train at Basel in time for breakfast.


We Arrive in Switzerland

Our French train finally dragged itself up to the depot at Basel,
Switzerland. The minute we crossed from France into Switzerland,
everything suddenly seemed refreshingly different? France was
then in a state of lethargy and discouragement. People in
Switzerland appeared more alert, better dressed, cleaner. The
French, so soon after the war, seemed whipped, beaten, run down.
Our car was hooked onto the Swiss train at Basel. There was
a light, airy, clean Swiss dining car on the train. After
Immigration and Customs officials went through the train, we
finally made up for the lost breakfast with the best meal since
we had left the U.S.
Dr. B. was stopping at the Hotel Storchen in Zurich and had
made reservations at this hotel for us. Arriving in Switzerland's
largest city, we took a taxi to this hotel. I did not have any
Swiss money, so I asked the taxi driver to come into the lobby
with me, where I transferred $20 into Swiss francs, out of which
I paid the taxi fare. Dr. B. happened to be out somewhere with
Madame Helene Bieber, who was staying at another hotel. Mme.
Bieber, the reader will remember, was the owner of the newest and
finest villa in southeastern Switzerland, Heleneum, on Lake
Lugano, in Lugano-Castagnola.
Switzerland, by the way, was at that time so much more
prosperous than France because Switzerland was not involved in
the war. Switzerland had profited from both sides. The Marshall
Plan and United States' billions of gift dollars had not yet put
France in her present state of Common Market prosperity.
An hour or so after our arrival at the hotel in Zurich, we
located Dr. B. and Mme. Bieber. We joined them at tea in one of
our hotel lounge rooms and were presented to the owner of
Heleneum. She was accompanied by her big full-blooded chow dog
"Mipom."
Next afternoon we were riding through the Gotthard tunnel
through the Gotthard Pass. It and the Brenner Pass are the only
two passes for travel between Germany and Italy. During the war,
the Swiss managed to remain neutral and hold the Germans off from
invading them. They did this by threatening to blow up the
Gotthard tunnel, and destroy these two passes if the Germans
attacked. That is how this little nation of Switzerland held
powerful Nazi Germany at bay.
We found the lofty Alps all that had been claimed for
them -- breathtaking -- MAGNIFICENT!
At Zurich, we noticed that the style of architecture was
almost wholly German. But the minute we emerged from the tunnel,
on the Italian side, the architectural design was all Italian.
The same would, of course, be true of the French-speaking
area.
Yet there is really no language barrier between these three
sections of Switzerland. Customarily, babies and children are
taught the official language of their section until age six. Then
Swiss children are taught a second language beginning at six
years of age, and a third language at about age ten or twelve.
Most better educated Swiss speak four or more languages.


I Am Not the Boss

At Lugano we inspected what was the object of our whole trip -- the
site of a possible future Ambassador College in Europe.
Often I have to stop and realize how many proofs we have
been given that we have been called to the work of GOD -- that
neither I nor any man plans and guides it.
It is not our work, but GOD's and the living Jesus Christ is
HEAD of His Church and the real Director of this work. He has not
allowed it to be of my planning.
Christ, through the Holy Spirit, said to the prophets and
teachers of the Church at Antioch, during fasting and prayer,
"Separate me Barnabas and Saul for the work whereunto I have
called them." Saul's name was then changed to Paul. He and
Barnabas were ordained apostles. They were called to GOD'S WORK.
They did not choose it as a profession -- Christ first struck down
Saul with blindness, converted and called him. Christ ordered his
ordination for THIS WORK.
But even though the Apostle Paul was put in charge of God's
work to the Gentiles, Paul was not allowed to plan it or make the
real decisions.
In A.D. 50, Paul and Silas, "After they were come to Mysia
[western part of Asia Minor -- Turkey today], they assayed to go
into Bithynia, but the Spirit [of
Jesus] suffered them not" (Acts 16:7).
Paul planned to go EAST, along the north shores of what is
Turkey today. But Jesus Christ, HEAD of His Church and God's
work, planned otherwise! By a vision at night, the resurrected
living CHRIST showed Paul that they were to go the very OPPOSITE
direction, carrying the gospel for the first time to the
continent of EUROPE!
This was a MOST IMPORTANT decision. In obedience to orders
from Christ, by this vision, Paul and Silas went immediately into
Macedonia IN EUROPE, holding their first meeting at Philippi
(Acts 16:7-13).
In like manner, on this trip to Lugano, I tried to plan to
start operation of GOD'S WORK for these last years either
immediately, or within three years IN EUROPE and to establish a
branch Ambassador College in Lugano. That was MY planning and
intention -- just as Paul's was to travel east into Bithynia.
Here is what I wrote to those at home, from Lugano, on March
3, 1947: "I have decided DEFINITELY and FINALLY on the Swiss
branch of Ambassador. The idea is right. But the PLACE is still
open for investigation."
But I was to learn, later, that CHRIST had decided
DEFINITELY and FINALLY otherwise! He had decided that the great
DOOR of radio would open for me to preach His Gospel to EUROPE on
the first Monday in 1953. And His COLLEGE for Europe was to open
later -- SEVEN years later; in 1960 -- and in ENGLAND just outside
London, not in Switzerland!
In ways that often seem astounding, CHRIST shows repeatedly
that it is HE who is guiding and directing this great worldwide
work of God!


Inspecting Potential College Site

I was much impressed with Lugano. On Tuesday evening I wrote:
"Dear Family at Home:
"Today we have seen Lugano! Partly. And what a place it is!
It's all so different -- so strange. It's ITALY with Swiss
prosperity. A BEAUTIFUL, prosperous Italy. It's the most
intriguing place we ever saw. It's certainly OLD-WORLD. It's the
perfect place for the European unit of Ambassador College."
So I thought. But CHRIST thought otherwise!
Mme. Bieber remained in Zurich until Tuesday. We did not
have an opportunity to inspect Heleneum until Thursday. That
evening I wrote to my brother-in-law, Walter E. Dillon, who was
to be the first president of Ambassador College at Pasadena.
This, in part, is what I reported to him:
"We have been here since Monday night. Tuesday we took a
boat trip down the lake, east, to the very end of Lake Lugano.
About two miles east of here is the Italian border. Most of our
boat trip was in Italy. We were within five miles of the place
where they shot Mussolini. He was caught trying to get across the
frontier into Switzerland, and they say he was heading for
Lugano. I talked to a man who was then a Swiss Army captain, in
charge of the frontier at that point. He knew Mussolini, talked
to him. Mussolini was caught at Dongo.
"The trip on the lake was a life-time experience. The
majestic Swiss Alps rise on either side. The Alps really surpass
our Cascades, or the Rockies -- even the Canadian Rockies. Just now
they are snow-covered -- look as if they are miles high, in
fantastic shapes. Lugano is the Swiss Riviera. It's different
from our mountain or lake scenery. The very atmosphere is
different.
"What I started to write tonight is this: This afternoon,
for the first time, we saw what we have come 9,000 miles to
see -- 'Helelleum' -- the possible future seat in Europe of
AMBASSADOR COLLEGE ....We were invited to 4 o'clock tea. On
arrival, we stepped into the most beautiful and elegant interior
we had ever seen. It far surpasses what we expected! It is the
ideal home for Ambassador College in Europe. It is adequately
designed to house forty or fifty students, besides supplying six
classrooms, library, lounge, and dining hall. Its atmosphere
would automatically breed culture, poise and refinement into
students. Mme. Bieber appears to want us to have it. She thought
the kind of deal we have discussed very splendid. She knows
little about business, and probably will be guided by her lawyer.
But it's the only way she can eat her cake and have it too -- that
is, sell it, live off the income from the sale, and still live IN
it for the next three or four years. And it's the only way we can
purchase such a property without the capital for a large down
payment. We make it during these three years while she would
retain possession. I have made every check. I am now convinced we
must have our European branch. Switzerland appears the only place
for it."


Better Things Opened Later

So, you see, I was planning for it -- but Jesus Christ was planning
otherwise -- and HE, not I, guides and directs GOD'S WORK. In HIS
due time, He opened the DOOR (see II Cor. 2:12-13) for His
END-TIME work of our day to start in Europe.
And, the living CHRIST did open miraculously and
unexpectedly what we ourselves had never planned -- His Ambassador
College overseas. He opened in England a place we never dreamed
of finding -- not merely one building with mere residential-size
grounds, but several buildings, with magnificent gardens and
landscaping, spacious grounds, and a total of approximately 200
acres! And instead of a maximum of forty or fifty students, we
had the capacity for many more.
Surely GOD's WAYS ARE BEST! How happy and GRATEFUL I am that
Christ Jesus does not leave the real master planning of His great
work to me. My ideas would not have been best -- but what HE plans
is always just right. It is a wonderful thing to KNOW we have the
SECURITY -- Of GOD'S GUIDANCE. It's a wonderful feeling of absolute
trust, faith and confidence, with no worries!


Leaving Switzerland

We left Lugano with Heleneum still uncertain, but hoping to close
the deal by mail later.
We traveled by train from Lugano to Geneva on the following
Sunday, then back to Bern where we caught the night sleeper for
Paris. In purchasing our tickets, I noticed we had only twenty
minutes to make a connection at Bern. Based on American
experience, I was a little uneasy.
"Suppose our train is late arriving in Bern tonight," I
suggested. "Is twenty minutes sufficient time for that
connection?"
"SIR!" came the indignant response from the ticket agent. "A
Swiss train is never late! You can set your watch by it!"
There is another saying Swiss people like to quote "It's
impossible to get a bad meal in Switzerland." We have since eaten
in many restaurants and hotels in Switzerland, and have never
been served an unsatisfactory meal. There is a third saying in
Switzerland: "We raise our children from the bottom up." And they
are well-behaved!
En route from Lugano, our electric-driven train retraced our
route through the Gotthard tunnel, but turned westward to Bern
some distance north of the tunnel. On the train I opened my
portable typewriter and here is part of what I wrote to our
children at home:
"Here we are again in the world-famous Gotthard tunnel -- the
pass high in the Alps between Italy and the north of Europe. It's
a Sunday morning, 8:07 a.m. For two hours we have been thrilling
to the most marvelous scenery! Yet it's only 11:07 Saturday night
in Oregon. Seems funny. It's been daylight two hours, here. Yet
you may not have gone to bed yet last night!
"Now we are headed back toward home, speeding northward
through these awesome, spectacular Alps. An hour and a half ago I
got some good color movies (I hope) of the pinkish rising sun
shining on the snowcapped peaks of the Alps, still darkish gray
of dawn below -- only the sun-drenched peaks illuminated with a
yellowish pink.
"Now we have emerged from the tunnel, on the German side.
There is much more snow. All limbs of trees covered with snow.
It's fantastically beautiful. Mother exclaims that this is the
most beautiful scenery in the world. She will hardly let me
write. 'O LOOK, Herbert!' she keeps exclaiming. 'You can write
some other time. But LOOK, now, LOOK! Those trees on that
mountainside are green, underneath, but they're WHITE, now! Isn't
it EXCITING? O, come over here, quick! Oh, you're so
provoking -- it's too late, now we've passed it! etc. How CAN A MAN
WRITE? Ha! Ha! In the middle of that sentence I got some
marvelous camera shots. (I hope). However, no matter how good
they come out the pictures won't show it to you. You have to be
here and EXPERIENCE it!"
At Bern we changed trains, and continued south from there to
Geneva, arriving about noon or somewhat before. I remember we
were especially impressed with the baby carriages, or "prams."
Thousands of people out walking on a beautiful Sunday afternoon,
many pushing these elegant baby carriages.
Also we were impressed with young people on dates. It seems
the American young people have LOST the art of dating. The
automobile has changed everything. But in Switzerland, instead of
the degenerating custom of driving out on a lonely and secluded
road to "neck" and arouse passions while minds were dulled, or
letting their minds drift in a ready-made daydream in a darkened
motion picture theater, hundreds of couples were seen sauntering
afoot along the two sides of the lake, which in downtown Geneva
narrows like a river -- with many bridges across at each block.
We saw the League of Nations buildings. We found Geneva a
clean, beautiful city. It, too, offered many advantages as a
potential seat for a European branch of Ambassador College.
It was late afternoon or evening when we took a train and
returned to Bern. I had telephoned long distance to a man in the
educational division at the U.S. Embassy in Bern. He met us at
the railway station. I spent the twenty minutes layover
discussing educational advantages of a branch college in
Switzerland. (Yes, our Swiss train was precisely ON TIME!)


First Visit to Paris

Our sleeping car delivered us to Paris in the early morning.
Everybody has heard of the beauty of Paris. We were introduced to
it, so it seemed to us, by way of the back door -- entering through
a dilapidated blighted area. It was a drizzly, dreary morning.
The railroad station though which we entered was in an
unattractive wholesale district.
I checked our luggage, expecting to leave it there until
boarding the noon train to London. I walked up to the ticket
window to purchase 12 o'clock tickets to London, which would
leave us time to see Paris until noon.
The mademoiselle ticket agent could not understand a word I
said. After some five minutes of trying to speak by gestures, she
sent for a man from the other side of the railway station. He
could speak English.
"These foreigners can't even speak plain English," I
exclaimed to my wife. She reminded me that we were the
foreigners! That realization gave a funny feeling.
The English-speaking man explained that the train to London
departed from a different station. Paris has several railroad
stations. So we were obliged to return straightway to the
checkroom and reclaim our bags. Our obliging French friend said
he would help us into a taxicab. He asked Mrs. Armstrong to wait
inside and watch our luggage. I found that getting a cab on a
rainy morning in Paris in 1947 was not like a big-city American
depot, where one finds dozens of cabs lined up and waiting, as
rapidly as incoming passengers can be piled into them. In fact, I
learned that finding a taxi in Paris on a rainy morning is a
superb accomplishment -- if one can do it!


Taxi Hunting in Paris

Fifteen long minutes dragged by at the taxi entrance, and not a
cab in sight, except those with passengers, and one or two whose
drivers shrugged their shoulders, saying "Nothing doing!" in
French motions. My French friend asked me to wait there and ran
bare-headed out into the street. In five minutes he returned,
shaking his head. Another fifteen minutes. Then again he left,
saying he'd go over on the boulevard, a block away, in search of
a taxi. He explained that the Nazis didn't leave them many cabs
in good repair, and besides, depleted the petrol supply. So
taxicabs were a scarce commodity at that time. As time slipped
by, Mrs. Armstrong and I were becoming more and more hungry.
There had been no diner on our train. Finally, at 9 a.m., our
friend came back triumphantly in a taxi. We wanted the cab until
noon, but this driver was soon due in at his garage. He would
have time only to drive us to the George V hotel for breakfast.
Breakfast took a whole hour. Service came with great
flourish, much style, and very leisurely. We ordered orange
juice, toast and coffee. The waiter brought four oranges to his
service table, and started laboriously squeezing them on a little
hand lemon-squeezer. Then he served the two small glasses to a
couple of ladies at an adjoining table. Then he walked to the
kitchen and returned in no time at all with our "orange juice"
which was NOT orange juice but some sort of artificial orange
crush, with artificial flavor and sugar and water. The toast was
cold, dry, packaged melba toast. The coffee was black, strong and
bitter -- no milk or cream. The cost was 400 francs -- $4.00.


Foreigners Seeing Paris

After another ten minutes delay the English-speaking doorman got
us a taxi. The driver could not speak a word of our foreign
language. I asked the hotel doorman to instruct him that we
wanted to see the Eiffel Tower, the Champs Elysées, stop at a
shop to purchase an umbrella for Mrs. Armstrong, who had left
hers at Lugano, and then to our railway station.
At the Eiffel Tower, even in cloudy rain, I got one good
picture with my Plaubel-Makina German camera -- only picture I was
able to take in Paris. We saw many ornate and beautiful
buildings, though they were dark and dirty, and gloomy in the
rain -- much gorgeous statuary. The driver drove around and around
in the shopping district but all stores were closed. It was a
Catholic holiday. He did find one small shop open. But their
ladies' umbrellas were a new style with long handles, and Mrs.
Armstrong was afraid one would look freakish in America, so she
didn't buy one. (When we returned to New York, we found all
stores selling the same style there!).By now we had to go
straight to our railroad station. I tried to instruct the driver,
but he couldn't understand. I tried to tell him our train left at
noon, by pointing to 12 o'clock on my watch. He immediately
smiled knowingly, nodding his head that he understood -- and drove
us in fifteen or twenty minutes to a jewelry store -- which, of
course, was closed! I tried to make him understand I'd like to
buy some film for my camera -- and he drove us to a photographer's
studio. Somehow, in desperation, I finally got through to him
that we wanted to go immediately to the railway station, where he
deposited us at 11:30 a.m.
We boarded the famous crack Golden Arrow for London.


Chapter 54
Mid-Atlantic Hurricane!

STREAKING northward on the crack Paris-London Golden Arrow,
we saw much of the desolate ruins left by the war that had ended
only a year and a half before.
In America, we had heard and read about the war daily. We
had seen pictures and newsreels. But now my wife and I were
there, where it happened. Here was the actual devastation of war
all around us. Now it suddenly became real!
The Marshall Plan and American dollars had not yet made
progress toward restoration. Europe was laid waste, many of its
cities in ruins. Almost no one believed, then, that Europe could
ever rise again. Yet I had been persistently proclaiming for two
years, over the air and in The Plain Truth, that Germany would
once again come to economic and military power, heading a
ten-nation resurrection of the Roman Empire.


Desolate, Hopeless Europe

Have we forgotten what bleeding, war-torn, disheartened Europe
was like, immediately after World War II? That is, all but
prosperous Switzerland. Switzerland kept out of the war, by means
described previously. Switzerland did business with both sides
and prospered during the war years.
We need to be reminded of the condition of prostrate Europe
before United States dollars went to the rescue. These dollars
did a sensational pump-priming job. German and Dutch industry did
a phenomenal job of rebuilding. Then the Common Market produced
the almost unbelievable prosperity that is Western Europe's
today.
I was seriously impressed with this wretched post-war
condition in France and Italy. From Lugano I had written our
family at home:
"This afternoon we were in Italy. Took a boat trip down the
lake, east, to the end of Lake Lugano. Half way we crossed the
Swiss-Italian frontier. Immediately we noticed a difference. The
style of architecture was much the same all Italian but as soon
as we were on the Italian side, everything was run-down,
dilapidated, gone to rot and ruin.
"There are seven or eight little towns along the lake shore,
and the boat is like an interurban railway by which people from
all those towns come to Lugano to shop. We docked at every town.
The Italians were so very shabbily dressed. Some of the women had
no shoes -- they wore a sort of flat wooden sandal, strapped to
their feet with string or ribbon. Most of the Italians looked
defeated, hopeless.
"Once they were a proud, prosperous, world-ruling people.
But ancient Rome became prosperous, as the United States is
today. Then they went in for soft, luxurious living, idleness and
ease, entertainment, lax morals.
"Rome fell.
"The United States is starting that same toboggan slide to
DOOM, today.
"This afternoon, along the five or six Italian towns where
we docked, we saw the result of going the way of ancient Rome. We
saw their 20th Century descendants, poor people one looks on with
pity. Yet the Italians are emotional, and Mussolini took
advantage of them, played on their emotions, whipped them up to a
fanatical frenzy for Fascism. Then Hitler took them over. Then
the Allies invaded the peninsula. And now they are a dejected,
discouraged, helpless, hopeless people! Even worse than the
French we saw."
And Mrs. Armstrong wrote this about our boat trip:
"Italy is in terrible shape. We were up and down the shores
of Lake Lugano, in Italy. It was a cold day in winter, but women,
old and young, were on the lake shore on their knees leaning over
into the water, washing clothes in the cold lake water on flat
boards not washboards -- no soap, just pounding and rubbing, some
using a brush on their sheets, men's pants, sweaters and
everything -- big baskets of clothes, grey and dingy looking. They
hung them along the lake front or on buildings,
balconies -- anywhere.''


Back in London

Arriving back in London, I found letters and reports from the
office in Eugene, Oregon, awaiting me. The news from the office
was not good. Receipt of money was way down. The office was in a
tight financial squeeze.
I wrote the office staff: "Since receiving your letters and
reports today, I have had to decide we will not, at this time,
obligate the work to payments on 'Heleneum,' the villa we went to
Lugano to see. Madame Bieber is anxious to sell it to us on the
terms we had in mind when we came over. I received a letter from
her here this morning, enclosing a complete list (in German
language) of the rooms on every floor, and assuring me she would
send a blueprint of floor plans if I still wanted them, which I
do .... It is offered to us at a fraction of its cost (it is a
replica of the 'Petite Trianon' at Versailles) and on terms we
could handle, once out of this financial slump, with about 8
percent increase over present income. There is no down payment
whatever required. Just monthly payments three or four years,
before we take possession -- while she still lives there ....God
will direct us and show us His will, and His selection, in due
time.
"I have been shown a fine large building (large for us, that
is) -- right on this fabulous Park Lane boulevard, just a half
block from our hotel -- The Dorchester here in London. I am advised
that the price is very low, right now. It was used as the
officers' club by United States Army officers during the war. I
was advised that we very likely could purchase, with use permit
for a college, and very likely get local support for such a
college here that would pay half the costs, because Britain is
now very anxious to encourage everything she can in good
relationships with the United States. They feel here that an
American college in London, sending American students here to
study, would bring here some of our very best young men who will
become leaders, and would better international relations between
the two countries.
"If it were not for the foreign language angle, I believe I
would prefer to have it here .... It might ultimately work out
that we would have TWO European units -- one in London, one in
Switzerland. We are the first to have the vision of such a
college. It is something entirely new in the world of education.
It's something BIG! It will be accomplished. But it will take
time. I know we are being led by the hand of God into things
never before done. They will be done, and in time -- and there is
not too much time."
How PROPHETIC were those words, written March 13, 1947!
` God did guide and lead -- not the way I then planned. But He
did, in His due time, which was the year 1960, establish His
college overseas. He did not establish it in Switzerland, but on
the outskirts of London. NOT in that fine but very old stone
building in congested downtown London, but just outside, in the
scenic Green Belt, with a 180-acre campus, beautiful and colorful
gardens and lawns, adequate buildings. The building on Park Lane
was finally torn down in 1962 -- probably to be replaced with a
modern skyscraper.


A Prophetic Occurrence

In view of an event that occurred March 10, 1963, it becomes
pertinent to quote another paragraph from the above letter to our
office staff, written March 13, 1947 from London:
"But after visiting Geneva, we are somewhat in favor, now,
of Geneva as the seat of the European unit of AMBASSADOR. The
city and buildings are more beautiful at Geneva, but the natural
surrounding scenery and mountains are more beautiful at Lugano.
Both are on lakes. Geneva is the number one education center,
with great libraries, the large university, and it is a world
political capital in international affairs. We will never find
another place as modern and elegant as 'Heleneum' but for
extracurricular advantages, great libraries, and international
atmosphere, and a center for world affairs, Geneva would be
preferable."
Was that, by coincidence, prophetic?
On March 10, 1963, I gave our French Department approval for
signing a five-year lease for a suite of offices in Geneva!
Mr. Dibar Apartian, at the time of this writing, is
professor of French language at Ambassador College in Pasadena.
Also he is director of the French work, and the voice on the air
of the French-language version of The World Tomorrow. Our French
Department is now well organized, with offices and a staff at our
headquarters Pasadena campus, and also an office and
French-speaking staff at the college in England.
Many of our booklets have been translated into French. And,
of course, we have a full-color French language edition of The
Plain Truth.


Sir Henry's Gripe

Our 1947 trip to London, Lugano, Geneva and Paris did pave the
way for important developments that have followed.
In the lobby of our hotel in London, The Dorchester, I met a
baronet -- a "Sir Henry," though I do not remember his family name.
He was indignant at us Americans, and candidly told me so. That
morning, the London papers carried a story of Herbert Hoover's
recommendation that the United States appropriate a few hundred
million dollars to feed starving Germans.
"Why, hang it, Sir," he sputtered in exasperation, "they
ought to use those millions to feed us starving Britons before
they feed those Germans who caused all this starvation. Do you
know, sir, what I get to eat for breakfast? I haven't been able
to get an egg for six months, and just two little slices of bacon
a week. The nearest we can come to eggs is some kind of dried
powdered synthetic stuff, sir! And it isn't fit to eat! We get
almost no fruit, or fresh vegetables, or milk, butter, or sugar."
Sir Henry may have been griping, but we found this
allegation true. Actually we ourselves fared better than English
titled people in their homes. Leading hotels and restaurants were
allowed to serve more and better food than was obtainable by
private citizens. But even so we subsisted primarily on potatoes
and cauliflower at every meal, along with soups thickened with
flour but no milk, and a limited amount of fish.


Spencer-Jones -- Guide Extraordinary

On Tuesday, after returning to London, we spent an eventful day
on a tour, afoot, of the royal and government sections of London.
We had been standing that morning before the entrance gate
to Whitehall Palace, watching the mounted King's Guards. A guide
came up to us and began to give us an interesting explanation. He
showed us his credentials as an accredited guide. Spencer-Jones
was a real character! We decided to engage his services, for a
foot tour beginning at two that afternoon.
He met us at the entrance of The Dorchester. After three
hours of seeing some of the most interesting things of our lives,
he asked so little for his services I paid him double, and then
wondered if I had not underpaid him. He knew his London and
British history.
He took us through places closed to the public. He seemed to
know all the guards and officials, and they would smile and let
us through. He told us that the then Queen Mother, Queen Mary,
knew him, and always gave him a smiling, friendly nod when he
passed her. He had acted as guide over this same tour to General
Eisenhower, and at the end of their tour he said the General said
to him, "I wish I had your memory, Spencer-Jones." We could
understand why. He gave us a whole college education on British
history.
On our tour we walked through the court of what had been the
palace of Britain's kings 400 years before. It was so dirty and
shabby I asked why they didn't clean the place up.
"Oh that would never do, Sir!" the guide assured me. "We are
proud of its age, Sir, and it must be left just as it was 400
years ago. But it's very beautiful inside, Sir."
Spencer-Jones' wife and two daughters were killed one
morning at 11 a.m. in a daylight raid by German bombers during
the war. But he wanted no pity. He was proud.
"Imagine," he said, "a dark night, a complete black-out, a
thousand planes screaming overhead, bombs exploding like
deafening thunder here and there around you, the incessant fire
of our antiaircraft, guns, and people screaming. I've walked
right past here," he said at one point, "and watched hundreds of
planes overhead -- Germans desperately trying to bomb this royal
and government section -- our boys up there shooting them down. A
Nazi parachuted right into that tree you see there, Sir, and
would have been torn to bits by the women who rushed at him, but
the guards reached him first and took him prisoner. Dozens of
planes crashed right in this park, Sir!"
This guide lived in a humble "pensioner's home." He drew a
pittance of a pension from World War I. His clothes were worn and
frayed.
But Spencer-Jones was English, and the English are PROUD. He
asked if I would convey one message from him to America. This was
his message: "Tell America, please, DON'T EVER EXPRESS ANY PITY
FOR US BECAUSE WE'VE GONE THROUGH A WAR AND ARE NOW HAVING A HARD
TIME. THAT, WE JUST COULDN'T STAND, SIR!" He had lost home,
family and prosperity. But he still had his pride!


Mid-Atlantic Hurricane!

We sailed from Southampton on the return voyage, again on the
mighty Queen Elizabeth, at 4:30 in the afternoon of March 15.
On our eastbound crossing, we had prayed for a calm sea.
Stewards and stewardesses had told us it was the smoothest
crossing in their memory -- and in mid-February at that. But
somehow we must have taken calm crossings for granted by the time
of our return voyage. At least we neglected any petitions to the
God who controls the weather. And we learned a lesson!
In the early afternoon of Tuesday, March 18, I wrote the
following from the middle of the Atlantic:
"Dear Everybody at Home: What a sea! Today we're seeing
something you never see at home -- a real rough sea in the middle
of the Atlantic. Mother isn't seeing any of it. This is her third
day confined to bed. A rough sea greatly encourages her penchant
for sea-sickness. We've had three days of choppy sea, but today
the waves are far bigger and higher than before.
"This great Lady (the Queen Elizabeth), who is no lady,
lurches, and heaves, and tosses back and forth, and groans and
literally SHUDDERS! The doors and walls creak. Out on deck the
high gale whistles and screams! And the great giant waves sink
way down the depth of the ground from a fifteen-story building on
port side, as the giant ship swings and dips over to starboard,
and then we roll back to port side just as a massive wave swells
up alongside, it seems only two stories below.
"It's a SENSATION -- but, unfortunately, one of those things
one must experience, and cannot be really understood by a word's
eye view. So you won't really know what I mean. Right this second
this ship is shuddering like a dying man. She groans, and then
amid her rolling, swaying motion just shivers, and shakes, and
shudders -- and then sways on! A while ago 'Her Majesty' got to
heaving more than usual, and I rushed to the aft main deck, just
as she sank way down. Then the rear deck tossed high, and a wave
that seemed as high as a ten-story building rolled over and broke
into a beautiful white spray, dropping like a cloudburst on the
deck. In the excitement I shot the last ten feet of movie film. I
think I caught the most spectacular film of all -- waves rolling
like mountain peaks -- then the break -- and the stiff gale blows
spray like boiling steam.
"Most of the ocean is dark muddy green in color -- almost
black, but covered with white caps as these gigantic waves break
about every 780 or 800 feet. Then, in the wake of the ship is a
trail of light, bright, turquoise-blue in the sunlight -- when the
sun flashes its brilliant rays down between clouds.
"It's real stormy weather -- yet there's no rain today, though
there was yesterday and Sunday. But, in spite of the intermittent
sunshine playing hide-and-seek behind spotty billowy clouds, we
are today heading into the stiffest gale so far. And, although I
hope I have shot some more or less thrilling pictures of it,
you'll never know what I mean. No picture can give you the third
dimension -- the feel -- the motion -- the lurch and sway, the sounds,
and the EXPERIENCE of it. Poor Mother! She's experiencing it in
seasickness, but not seeing any of it! They say we won't dock in
New York until Friday
or Saturday, now. We've had to slow down to five or six knots."
But the worst was yet to come -- and I had not realized, when
the above was written, that we were in a hurricane! Actually I
did not realize how serious the storm was until we docked in New
York, as I shall explain below. But the storm became more wild
toward evening. Early next morning I added a postscript to the
above letter. Here are excerpts from it:


Storm Worsens

"Mid-Atlantic, Wednesday a.m., March 19, 1947. Dear Folks at
Home: Just a little early morning P.S. to yesterday's letter
about the storm. Yesterday, toward evening, the sea became
wildest and most thrillingly exciting. Finally there were
tremendous swells, about 1,500 feet apart, farther than the
length of this ship that is 1,031 feet. They became like mountain
ridges. Sinking down in between the towering ridges the sea was
like smooth valleys. The gale was so stiff that, while the
'valleys' in between liquid peaks or ridges were quite smooth,
yet spray was being whipped along like a sandstorm on the desert.
It actually looked more like a desert sandstorm than a sea -- in
between peaks, that is.
"The sea seemed wildest about dusk. I had shot all my movie
film, but I still had seven shots left on the Plaubel-Makina. It
was becoming too dark for most cameras, and I was thankful for
the f.2.9 Makina. There was quite a little haze, too -- and the
fierce gale raised a continuous spray above the water surface
(like a sandstorm). So I used a haze filter, opened the shutter
all the way, set it down to 1/25 of a second. My light-meter
showed the necessity of this, although I should have liked to
have taken these shots at 1/200th of a second. I hope the
fast-whipping spray doesn't turn out to be a blur." (These
pictures were developed by Associated Press, New York,
immediately on landing.)
"At times it seemed the stern of the ship lifted fifty or
seventy-five feet out of the water. As I stood on one of the aft
decks, as low as we were allowed to go, it seemed we sank way
down into the water, then lifted up clear out of the water as the
prow plunged down. After some time, I decided I had all the good
pictures possible to get. I had closed up the camera, and started
back inside, when, suddenly, the deck below seemed to leave my
feet, as if I were left in mid-air. It was a sensation!


The Climax

"Instantly I realized we were taking another of those superdips.
As soon as I could get traction under my feet, I rushed back
outside on the deck at the stern to catch the thrill of the next
dip. We usually got about three in succession before those
extreme tilts dissipated themselves. This had been the most
sudden and extreme dip I had experienced, so I tried frantically
to pull out the tin shutter in front of the film pack and get the
camera set for action as I ran. In the excitement I failed to get
the camera set and adjusted in time, but I did reach the open
deck in time to SEE the one most thrilling dip of all!
"It was the sight of a lifetime! The stern of the gigantic
ship rose high above the water, as the prow plunged down into it.
Then we on aft deck seemed to lunge down deep into the water,
just as a huge liquid mountain peak rolled up behind us. It
seemed almost as if the ship were about to stand straight up in
the water -- we on the bottom, the bow pointing straight up to the
sky. Of course, we didn't sink quite that far down -- but we
experienced the sensation of being about to do so. A big portion
of that stupendous wave rolled up behind us, broke, sprayed up
into the air like an explosion, and came like an avalanche full
force down upon the lower deck just below us at the complete
stern of the ship! Then the flood of water rolled off the
far-stern deck like the torrent of a river, as once again we
mounted up toward the sky.


Mrs. Armstrong Collapses

"For an hour I kept running intermittently down to our cabin on
"C" deck to urge Mother to come up and see the thrilling sight. I
knew that in an hour it would be too dark to see it, and it might
be the last chance in our lifetime to witness anything like it. I
was more excited now than she was on the train ride through the
Swiss Alps. I learned later it was the angriest, most furious sea
in twenty years -- with the highest waves and greatest swells, and
mountain-peak waves forming a jagged and uneven horizon as far as
the eye could see! Every now and then -- perhaps a half
mile -- perhaps three or four miles away -- a great aqua-peak would
suddenly rise up, towering above all else on the horizon, only to
sink rhythmically back down again.
"The sea was almost half WHITE with the white caps in
sandstorm effect in the screaming gale -- half, ugly dark
green-brown, almost black, forming the most weird and fantastic
shapes as giant waves surged up toward high heaven, broke, then
sprayed down to sink below other heaving waves surging up in
front of them. I was as excited as a twelve-year-old boy!
"I guess a stewardess outside our cabin door overheard my
almost frantic urging of Mother to try to come above with me to
see the exciting spectacle, and she must have thought there was
going to be domestic trouble if she didn't get Mother up there.
Anyway, she went into our cabin, and took the covers off Mother
and insistently marched her out to the lift, and on up to the
main deck lounge.
"But there Mother almost completely collapsed. The
stewardess (all stewardesses are trained nurses) finally found me
and brought me to Mother, slumped over in a chair, pale-white.
Together we got her back to our cabin and to bed. It was just
after this that the above-described most exciting scene occurred.


In Mortal Danger

"The motors of the ship were stopped down to around six knots. I
did not realize until after the above-described incidents that
the big ship actually was in danger. We were in desperate danger!
I was told then, at late dusk last evening, that the ship might
break in two, in the middle, if the full speed were put on, or
if, at any time, Captain Ford failed to keep the ship headed
straight into the wind in that furious storm. Regardless of
direction, we had to keep headed straight into it. It was the
worst storm the Queen ever fought through.
"When I learned from a steward that we were actually in
mortal danger, I went to our cabin and prayed. Suddenly I
remembered how we had failed to ask for God's protection on this
voyage. Now I realized we were in the plight described in the
107th Psalm, verses 23 through 30:
'They that go down to the sea in ships, that do business in
great waters; these see the works of the Lord, and his wonders in
the deep. For he commandeth, and raiseth the stormy wind, which
lifteth up the waves thereof. They mount up to the heaven, they
go down again to the depths; their soul is melted because of
trouble. They reel to and fro, and stagger like a drunken man,
and are at their wit's end. Then they cry unto the Lord in their
trouble, and he bringeth them out of their distresses. He maketh
the storm a calm, so that the waves thereof are still. Then are
they glad because they be quiet; so he bringeth them unto their
desired haven. Oh that men would praise the Lord for his
goodness, and for his wonderful works to the children Of men!'
"So now I prayed, in real earnest -- and also in real FAITH. I
knew that those words of God were not idle words -- they were the
very PROMISE of Almighty GOD. He is no respecter of persons. Here
was the largest ship, so far as we know, ever built by man -- in
mortal DANGER!
"Until now, I had looked on the whole thing as an exciting
experience to be enjoyed. Now I was sobered. I knew the eyes of
God were on that great ship and its thousands of passengers. I
knew that if I asked Him to do what He promised in that 107th
Psalm, He would do it. He is no respecter of persons. Those lives
on that ship were as precious to Him as any.
"So Mrs. Armstrong and I very soberly and earnestly prayed
to the Eternal to calm the storm. We claimed this Psalm as His
PROMISE that He would. We thanked Him for doing it. After that we
had a good night's sleep.
"So I awoke early this morning, and before breakfast I went
up on the main deck to see a calm sea! Not yet completely, but
relatively calm and quiet. It was cloudy and began to rain while
I was up on deck. The rolling movement of the ship is now caused
by the forward motion -- the motors are now opened full blast, and
we are plunging full speed ahead. What a changed ocean from last
night! No whitecaps this morning, except those created by this
floating city."


Safe in New York

We had smooth sailing the rest of the way. The big Queen arrived
in New York two days late. When we docked, excited newsmen were
allowed to come on board before anyone could disembark.
I attended the news conference in Captain Ford's quarters.
The captain said it was a "storm of hurricane force," and the
worst of his entire life's experience. It was BIG NEWS. The
world's largest ship had been in mortal danger.
I had the only good camera shots of the storm. The
Associated Press men asked if they could have the films,
promising to develop them immediately and turn them over to me,
with prints, the next morning.
Mrs. Armstrong and I were allowed to disembark from the ship
immediately, ahead of other passengers, with the AP men and
Customs waved us through with very scant inspection, on learning
that the AP wanted to get our pictures by wirephoto to all papers
coast to coast immediately. I left the film-pack at Associated
Press headquarters.
Next morning I returned to Associated Press offices. An
angry official said that some "dumb cluck" around there had
mislaid or misfiled my films, until too late to get them into
print while it was still fresh news. He apologized profusely, and
handed me the films and prints.
So they were never published in the newspapers across the
United States, after all.


Chapter 55
Strategy to Gain Possession
-- Birth Pangs of the College

THE Queen Elizabeth docked in New York on March 21, 1947. It
was good to be back on solid ground.
We returned to Eugene, Oregon, March 25. Immediately I
plunged into preparations for establishing the new Ambassador
College in Pasadena. All thought of the European branch of the
college was of necessity shelved for the time being. The
financial situation dictated that.


Appointing a President

I have recounted, earlier, how I had first approached my wife's
brother, Walter E. Dillon, as prospective president of the
college, when the conviction to found the college was first
conceived.
At first mention, he had only laughed.
"Me become president of a Bible college?" he had exclaimed.
"Why, I know almost nothing about the Bible. That would be out of
my field."
But I had hastened to explain that Ambassador was not to be
a Bible college," but a straight coeducational LIBERAL ARTS
institution.
"Do you think I could teach the theological classes?" I had
asked.
"Why, I think you know more about the Bible than anyone
living," he replied.
When I explained that there would be a course in theology,
along with other usual liberal arts courses, and that I would
personally teach the Bible classes, the whole idea began to make
sense to Walter.
"You see," I explained, "you are an educator -- I am not.
You've devoted your life to education. You are head of the
largest school in Oregon, outside Portland. You have a master's
degree from the University of Oregon, with work toward a Ph.D.
You are familiar with academic requirements, organization, and
procedures. You are an experienced academic administrator. You
have proved your ability to direct teachers. In these things I am
not experienced. I will organize and teach the Bible courses, but
I need you to help me plan and organize the college as a whole,
and supervise the academic administration. you've had the
academic experience. I've had the business experience. Don't you
think we'd make a good team?"
"I certainly do," he replied, after hearing my explanation.
We talked over all the details, and policy plans generally.
I explained that I was bent on founding a NEW KlND of college,
consistent with tried and sound organizational and administrative
practice. Ambassador, I said with emphasis, was not to be a
rubber stamp. I was well aware that colleges had fallen into a
dangerous drift of materialism. He agreed. I also realized that
mass-production, assembly-line education in universities of five
to forty thousand students resulted in loss of personality
development and much that is vital in student training. To this
he also agreed.


The Foundational Philosophy
I explained how the Bible is, actually, the divine Maker's
instruction book He has sent along with His product -- the human
individual. It reveals the PURPOSE of life -- the purpose for which
the human mind and body was designed and brought into being -- the
directions for operating this human mechanism so that it will
perform as it was designed to do, and fulfill its intended
purpose, reaching its intended goal.
In other words, that the Bible is the very FOUNDATION of all
knowledge -- the basic concept as an APPROACH to the acquisition of
ALL KNOWLEDGE -- whether academic, scientific, historic,
philosophical or otherwise. The Bible provides the missing
dimension in education. Therefore, it must be the BASIS for all
academic courses.
The Bible does not contain all knowledge -- it is the
foundation of all knowledge. It is the starting point in man's
quest for knowledge, and equips man to BUILD on that foundation.
The Bible, alone of all books or sources of knowing, REVEALS
basic PURPOSES. It alone reveals the inexorable, yet invisible
LAWS that regulate cause and effect, action and reaction -- that
govern all relationships -- that produce happiness, peace,
well-being, prosperity. The Bible is a guide-book of vital
principles, to be applied to circumstances, conditions, and
problems.
God has equipped man with eyes with which to see; ears with
which to hear; hands with which to work; minds with which to
reason, think, plan, design, make decisions, and will to act on
those decisions. Man has capacity to explore, investigate,
observe, measure. God enabled man to invent telescopes,
microscopes, test-tubes and laboratories. Man, of himself, is
enabled to acquire much knowledge. But without the BASIC
knowledge -- that FOUNDATION of all knowledge, revealed only in the
Bible -- man goes off on erroneous tangents in his effort to
explain what he discovers.
Only in the BIBLE can he learn the real PURPOSE being worked
out here below. Only through this revelation from GOD can he know
the real meaning of life -- what, exactly, man is -- or THE WAY to
such desired blessings as peace, happiness, abundant living -- the
spiritual values.
The biblical revelation provides man with the true concept
through which to view and explain what he can observe.


HOW Ambassador Was to Be Different

But the educational institutions of this world have rejected this
FOUNDATION of knowledge. They have built an educational structure
on a false foundation. They left God, and His revelation, out of
their knowledge. They have built a complicated and false system
composed of a perverted mixture of truth and error.
Ambassador College was to correct these ills and perversions
in modern education. That was to be its basic policy.
The board of trustees of the Radio Church of God, of which I
was chairman, would set all policies until the college could be
incorporated in its own name with its own board of trustees.
Until that time, it would be operated as an activity of the Radio
Church of God. Mr. Dillon would administer these policies.
To this he agreed. But I was to learn later that, not
possessing a real grasp or understanding of the Bible, he
apparently never did really comprehend what I meant by this basic
concept of education.
Mr. Dillon was the product of this world's education. He was
imbued with its concepts. He never did quite grasp the real
meaning of my continuous emphasizing that Ambassador College was
definitely not to be a "rubber-stamp college." I assumed he was
in complete harmony with our basic purpose. I feel sure he
thought he was.
Had I, too, been indoctrinated with the prevailing
educational concepts, there would be no Ambassador Colleges
today -- but God saw to it that I came up through different
channels.


Starting Active Preparations

The special January, 1947, number of The Plain Truth, announcing
the future college in Pasadena, brought applications from both
prospective faculty members and students.
One application came from Dr. Hawley Otis Taylor. He was
chairman emeritus of the department of physics at Wheaton
College. Dr. Taylor had a Ph.D. from Cornell University; had
taught at Cornell, Harvard, and MIT; had been a consultant of the
Navy in the war; had been a member of the U.S. Bureau of
Standards. His scientific publications were voluminous. And he
was a professed Christian.
This all seemed too good to be true!
Dr. Taylor had reached Wheaton's retirement age -- seventy. He
had once lived in Pasadena and wanted to spend his retirement
years here. He felt he had several active years of service left,
and Ambassador College offered the opportunity to add his salary
here to his retirement pay from Wheaton. After due
correspondence, and, I believe, a personal interview in Pasadena,
we appointed Dr. Taylor dean of instruction and registrar of the
new college.
Other applications arrived. Mr. Dillon and I were anxious to
get on the job in Pasadena immediately. The very next morning,
early, after our return from Europe, he and I started the long
drive from Eugene to Pasadena.
We stopped off at a small town in southern Oregon to
interview a woman, a Dr. Enid Smith, teaching English in a high
school. She had Ph.D. degrees from two universities. One was from
Columbia University -- the other from the University of Oregon. had
received an application from her. We hired her as our first
instructor in English.


We Buy New Home

We arrived Pasadena Thursday night, March 27. Things now were
moving into high gear. Friday morning I contacted Mrs. C.J.
McCormick, the real estate broker through whom the purchase of
the college property had been made. I had been looking at a
number of places, before the trip abroad, for a home. She had
said she would try to have a few places lined up for me to
inspect on my return from Europe.
She said she had three places for me to see, which she felt
might fit the requirements. Chief requirement was the fact that I
lacked even enough money for a down payment. We were going to
have to manage to purchase a place, as we had the college, with
no down payment.
Mr. Dillon went with me. The first place she showed us was
an ill-arranged, two-story Spanish home.
I didn't like the second place. The third place was three
miles from the college, in the California Institute of Technology
district. At first glance from the street, I said: "That place
exactly reflects the character of Mrs. Armstrong. She'd like it."
But on the entrance sidewalk, I stopped.
"Look, Mrs. McCormick," I said. "It's no use looking at this
place. It's the most homelike-looking place I've seen -- but we
could never afford a place like this. What we're looking for is a
small, modest-type house -- something inexpensive. This place is
sufficiently modest in appearance, but it's too big."
"Mr. Armstrong," she promptly replied, "this is the only
kind of place you can afford. That's why all three of these
places I had chosen to show you are larger places. You can't
afford to buy a small place. If it is a new tract place, the
company selling it will demand a down payment which you don't
have. If it's an older place lived in by the owner, such people
are selling because they need the money, and they would have to
have a sizable down payment. These people are financially
well-to-do. They don't need the money. If they like you and Mrs.
Armstrong, and you like the property, they can afford to let you
have it without a down payment.
"These people love their home. The only reason they want to
sell it is that Mrs. Williams is unable physically to walk up and
down stairs any longer, and doctors have told her she must move
to a place of one floor only. They have found a lovely one-story
place in South Pasadena. They paid cash for it. I've already
briefed them on your financial position, and how you are starting
a cultural college, and that you are people of the character that
would take the best of care of this property. That's important to
them. They do love this place, and want to be sure the family
moving in will take the best care of it."
We went on inside.
The home reflected character and charm. It seemed even more
homelike inside than out. It was a fourteen-room house, fourteen
years old, but of quality construction and had been well
maintained. It was a frame colonial house, two stories, and a
half-basement of three rooms in clean, excellent condition.
We examined the construction from underneath, in the
basement. It was substantial. Mr. Dillon had spent a summer
selling real estate. He had learned how to appraise the quality
and value of a house.
"This place," he whispered to me, "is so desirable that if
you don't buy it, I will. Don't ever let this place get away from
you."
Of course I wanted Mrs. Armstrong to see it. And the
Williams wanted to see her, before deciding whether to sell to
us. After we left, I called my wife long distance. She had just
an hour to catch the evening train for Los Angeles. The next
evening she arrived -- or, more probably, it was Sunday evening.
On Monday morning I took her out to see it. It was
love-at-first-sight with her. It had seemed to me that this home
and my wife simply belonged together. It was just her type -- her
character. It had quality, charm, character. Yet it had
simplicity. It was not a showplace, not ostentatious. Just quiet,
modest, with charm, beauty and character. The Williams, we
learned later in the day, fell in love at first sight with Mrs.
Armstrong. Immediately they felt she was the woman who would take
good care of the place.
Mrs. McCormick contacted us in the early afternoon. "It's
like a miracle," she said. "They want you to have it. They will
sell to you at just half the price the property has been listed
for, for over a year. They will sell it to you on quarterly
payments, no down payment, no interest, and will give you
possession and the deed, taking a trust deed (mortgage), in
ninety days when the second payment is made."
We couldn't believe our ears! I did some quick figuring. We
had been living in motels, forced to eat at restaurants. The
money we were spending at restaurants for ourselves and two sons
was almost exactly the amount of the payments. Mrs. Armstrong is
a very economical cook, when we could have a home where she could
do the cooking. With her management over grocery buying, I
figured the food would cost no more than we were spending for
motel rent.
In other words, IT WAS GOING TO COST US ABSOLUTELY NOTHING
to step into this beautiful home and start owning it! It would
involve no increase in our cost of living!
I went immediately to the office of Judge Russell Morton,
our attorney, asking him to draw up the agreement. When I told
him the terms, he looked at me with a strange look.
"I never heard of such a deal," he said. "Why, I ought to
refuse to write up the agreement! That's the second important
property that has come to you without even a down payment.
He did write up the agreement, and the next day, Tuesday,
April 1, 1947, the Williams, Mrs. Armstrong and I, signed, and I
gave them a check for the first quarterly payment. We were to
have possession and the deed July 1, the same day we were to take
possession of the college property.


First College Office

Mr. Dillon was anxious to get into an office, and get started
with the preliminary work of organizing the new college.
There were the two buildings on this original property we
had purchased for the college. One was the present library, which
we then called "the college," for the simple reason that it
housed all classrooms, library, music department,
assembly-everything, except business office. And, besides this
was the former garage. It was a four-car garage, with apartments
occupying the second floor and each end of the ground floor, and
filled with tenants. We managed a deal, at a premium cost, by
which the people in the apartment at the rear upstairs and the
rear downstairs vacated. The center of the downstairs, garage
space for four cars, already was vacant. The building originally
had been stables -- way back in B.C. years -- before cars!
In the rear ground-floor room, later to become our printing
shop until 1958, we opened the first Ambassador College office.
We purchased desks and office equipment and supplies. Mr. Dillon
employed a secretary -- a Miss Ruth Klicker. He began work of
planning a curriculum.
One day he said a man had walked in, while I was out, and
applied for the job of professor of French. He was Professor
Emile Mauler-Hiennecey, French-born and educated, with degrees
from a university in Paris. He had moved to New Orleans and done
private French tutoring, and in recent years had lived in
Pasadena, He had taught in high schools, and continued private
tutoring. Mr. Dillon wanted me to interview the professor -- even
then a year or two past seventy.
After my interview, we appointed him our first instructor in
French.
We employed two other women teachers -- Mrs. Genevieve F.
Payne, with an M.A. from Colorado University, and graduate work
in history at other universities, as instructor in history and
Spanish; and Miss Lucille Hoover, with a B.M. from Chicago
Musical College and considerable additional study in America and
abroad, as head of our music department.
And then, about June 20, after Mr. Dillon had gone to New
York to study at Columbia for the summer, Mrs. Lucy H. Martin
came in for an interview. She was an experienced librarian -- had
served on the staff of the Library of Congress at the nation's
capital. I did not know until later that she had degrees in music
equal to or higher than Miss Hoover. I employed her as librarian.
It was then a part-time job. She was teaching in another private
school in Pasadena.
We also appointed a Mr. Krauss, with an M.S. from the
University of Southern California, who had been officer in charge
of the Navy physical fitness program, as director of physical
education.
All in all, we felt our new college faculty rated very well
in degrees and previous experience. I had wanted Mr. Dillon to
earn a Ph.D. from Columbia University. He already had graduate
credits from the University of Oregon. So he and his wife
departed, about mid-June, for New York City for summer work
toward his degree.


Dr. B. Balks

After signing the papers for purchase of our new home on April 1,
1947, I began to think about how we would furnish such a large
house. Of course we had some furniture in storage in Eugene,
Oregon. But most of it was old and worn, and there was not enough
to furnish even a small part of our new home.
The main building we had purchased, as "the college
building" from Dr. B., had always been used as a large residence.
It was, however, more institutional than residential in
appearance. Dr. B. and his elderly sister were living in it. The
building was completely furnished. Most of the furniture and
furnishings were somewhat old, but of the character usually found
in larger mansions. He probably had bought it all second-hand at
one of the auction markets. We were not going to be able to use
this furniture in the college, when we turned the rooms into
classrooms.
I approached Dr. B. about moving the furniture and
furnishings to our new home on July 1. Immediately he refused.
For tax reasons, he had itemized the purchase price, segregating
the furnishings from the real property. By placing a higher value
on the furnishings, he avoided a portion of the capital-gains tax
on the real estate.
But the wily, scheming Dr. B. suggested that, for a separate
cash payment, he would agree to removal of the furniture. I think
his price was $2,000, to apply on the last two months' rental on
the twenty-five-month lease. The reader will remember that we
purchased this first college property on a lease-and-option
basis. We were to pay $1,000 per month rent on a
twenty-five-month lease. At the end of twenty-five months, the
$25,000 thus paid was to become the down payment on the purchase.
The contract included an option to purchase at that time, with
the $25,000 down payment thus accumulated, and $1,000 payments
per month, plus interest.
So Judge Morton drew up a legal contract, by which, as a
result of advancing this last two-months' rental under the lease
part of the contract, Dr. B. agreed we might move the furniture
and furnishings to our new home address but to no other location.
We became convinced before July 1, however, that Dr. B. had
no intention of ever giving us possession of the property. Our
contract called for nine months' rental payments at $1,000 per
month, before possession. After this $9,000 had been paid, we
were to take possession.
It had been a real headache of a problem to raise that extra
$2,000. It probably took some thirty days, but I think it was
managed by mid-May. But as July 1 approached, Judge Morton, his
associate attorney, Mr. Wannamaker, and I had become convinced
that Dr. B. did not intend to give possession -- that his intention
was to keep the money we had paid -- which now would be $11,000 by
July 1, and to keep the property too! We went into a huddle at
the law offices about strategy for peacefully taking possession.
Dr. B. had always made me a welcome guest, personally. Mrs.
Armstrong and I had spent the night there on New Year's eve, so
we could view the 1947 Tournament of Roses parade. This
world-famous parade starts just one block south of this property,
on South Orange Grove Boulevard -- and this original property is
less than a half block off Orange Grove.
We worked out a strategy.
So on the morning of July 1, Mrs. Armstrong, our two sons
and I parked our car, filled with our luggage, a block away -- out
of sight from the Dr. B. building. Then I walked over to the
front door and rang the bell. Dr. B. came to the door, and, as I
suspected, looked carefully to see that no luggage or other
members of the family had come with me. Seeing no one, he allowed
me to step inside, as I had so frequently done.
We went inside and chatted. Nothing was said about our
taking possession. Then, after about ten minutes, the front
doorbell rang. I beat Dr. B. to the door, opened it, and before
Dr. B. grasped what had happened, in walked Mrs. Armstrong, and
our sons, carrying our luggage. We were inside. But so was Dr. B.
and his sister!
We took over two bedrooms. We planned that not more than one
or two of us would ever leave the building at one time -- always
keeping at least two of us inside, to admit any who left.
Some two weeks went by. Dr. B. and his sister made no move
to leave. We were in. But so were they -- and they seemed to have
no intention of moving out or turning over possession.
Of course, he was violating his signed agreement. We could
possibly have taken it to court and forced them out. But that was
the last thing we wanted to do. We wanted to keep the peace.
So we had another strategy conference at the attorneys'
offices. We remembered the legal paper he had signed agreeing to
removal of the furniture and furnishings to our new home on or
after July 1.
It was decided to inform Dr. B. we had set a date for
removing the furniture, and that on that date, set about three
days ahead, house movers would come and remove the beds on which
they were sleeping -- and in fact all, except the one Mrs.
Armstrong and I were using. Dr. B. protested, when I informed
him.
"I have a piece of paper here," I said, "which you signed,
which says these beds are going to be moved on that date. You
have three days to get your own things packed, and to vacate and
turn complete possession over to us. I don't want to have to
resort to legal means or force."
"Oh, well," he answered gruffly and angrily, "All right! All
right! We'll get out!"
The strategy worked. We had possession. But Dr. B. still
thought he was not beaten. He still thought he could outsmart us
and keep the property. We were to learn that, when the time came
to exercise our option to turn it into a purchase, in December,
1948.

Chapter 56
A Supreme Crisis! -- Now Forced to "Fold Up"?

NOW CAME the real troubles! We reached the crossroads. This
was to be the real test. Ahead, now, was the possible transition
from a small, struggling, virtually one-man work to a major scale
organization exerting a powerful influence on humanity the world
around! Ambassador College was to provide the only possible
means. It was to be the recruiting and training center,
integrating into effective organization those whom God would call
to surround me -- to become this Christ-led and Spirit-powered
organism.
But lying in wait, poised to spring at us in satanic fury,
was a succession of such seemingly insurmountable obstacles,
diabolical plots, persecutions and oppositions as I never dreamed
of facing. As I think back now, I realize, as I did not then, how
these efforts to thwart the founding of the college seemed to
come from all directions -- and from within as well as without. Yet
in actual fact all were instigated from one source -- the same that
had always sought to destroy the work of God.
It seemed, however, as if the irresistible FORCE met head-on
with the immovable obstruction.


"The $30,000 Headache"

The wily Dr. B., possessing the highest law degrees in the land,
and living by his wits had tried to prevent giving us possession
of "the college" on July 1, 1947. We called the building that is
now the library "the college" in those days.
Then, in August, the city building inspectors came around to
inspect our proposed college building. Dr. B. had assured me it
was of solid concrete, fireproof construction. I had had it
examined by two architects. They, too, said it was a solid
concrete building. But the building inspectors bored inside the
outer layer of hard concrete. It was a frame building, after all.
It did not come up to codes to qualify as a classroom building!
They slapped on us what proved to be -- as we then called
it -- a $30,000 headache. That's a real costly headache!
Before we could be given official occupancy for a college
building, they informed us, all walls and ceilings must be torn
out and replaced with one-hour-fire resistant construction!
Once we began tearing out walls, the inspector condemned all
the electric wiring system and the plumbing pipes. New electric
conduits were required throughout, and all new plumbing pipes!
I engaged a contractor, highly recommended by our next-door
neighbor who then owned "Mayfair," later to become our first
girls' student residence. The contractor agreed to do the job -- on
$4,000 weekly progress payments.
But where was I to get the $4,000 per week, on top of
regular operating expenses? Our income at the time was perhaps
$2,500 per week -- all obligated in advance for the operational
expenditures of the work. Now I had, somehow, to raise an
additional $4,000 per week!
I sent out a desperate emergency letter to church brethren
and co-workers. I made personal long-distance calls to those I
felt might be able to help with larger sums.
A peanut and watermelon farmer in Texas sent in most of his
life savings -- a few thousand dollars. His education had been
neglected. It was now too late for him, but he wanted to help
others still young enough to obtain the higher education he
lacked.
A doctor in Missouri sent a few thousand dollars, and then
more later. He later became a trustee of Ambassador College, and
the first director of its Bible Correspondence Course. Although
he had had nine years of college education and a doctor's degree,
he came to Ambassador and earned an additional master of arts
degree, in theology.
A radio listener I had never known before, in northern
California, mortgaged his own new home for $5,000 and loaned it
to me -- without security. I was six months past the allotted year
in paying it all back, but I made a business deal with his
mortgagee, paying him a cash bonus, to extend the time six months
on the unpaid balance.
The final week, early October, the contractor came up with a
$12,000 bill and demanded immediate payment. I had planned for
only $4,000, and had gone through a dozen nightmares to raise
that. The pressure was almost unbearable.
Everyone -- except my wife and I -- knew the college had "folded
up" -- before it even opened its doors to students. And, of course,
the living HEAD of His Church, Jesus Christ, knew it hadn't!
How I finally raised that additional $8,000 within a few
days' time, I don't remember, now. I think that was the week when
this $5,000 loan came in. But, somehow, God saw us through.


The Lesson in Faith

It became almost impossible to sleep nights. I never lost
faith -- really. I never doubted the outcome. Yet I had not yet
learned the total, implicit, trusting faith that can RELAX and
leave it quietly in God's hands. I was under terrific strain. It
was literally multiple nightmares condensed into a super ONE!
On one occasion, I almost snapped. I weakened to the extent
that I actually prayed, one night, that God would let me die
through the night, and relieve me from the almost unbearable
agony. But next morning, I was deeply repentant for that, and
prayed earnestly for God's forgiveness. Twice I did give up, on
going to bed at night. But next morning was another day, and I
bounced back, repentant for having given up -- if only momentarily.
Yet this "$30,000 headache" was only the beginning of
troubles. Others were yet to come -- from within and from without.
It was not until early 1949 that things eased up. By then I had
come to the place that I had to pray in final desperation for
"six months' grace" from this constant harassment. I humbly asked
God to consider that I was human, with human weaknesses, and
PLEASE to give me six months' rest from the terrible ordeal.
He did. And during that respite I finally learned how to
RELAX in faith, and shift the weighty BURDEN of it over onto
CHRIST! And, at least up to the time of this writing, God has
enabled me not only to trust Him for the final outcome, but to
let faith remove the strain of anxiety.
When troubles or emergencies arise, we should be
tremendously concerned! We should not take these things lightly
or nonchalantly. We should be "on our toes" to Do whatever is our
part, but trusting God in relaxed FAITH to guide us and to do His
part which we cannot do for ourselves. We should be freed from
destructive strain and worry.
This lesson of faith does not come easily. Sometimes it is
achieved only through punishing experience. We need to learn that
God does not do all things for us. He does many things in, and
through us. We have our part to do. But there are some things we
cannot do, and which we must rely on Him to do, wholly, for us.
It takes wisdom to know which is which.
We had received some forty applications for prospective
college students. But this reconstruction program had delayed the
college opening. I had been compelled to notify all applicants
that I would advise them when we finally were ready to open.


College Finally Opens

Ambassador College did finally swing open its big front door to
students October 8, 1947. But by that time nearly all applicants
had gone elsewhere. Besides our son Dick (Richard David), there
was only Raymond C. Cole, who came down from Oregon where his
family had been in the Church for years; Herman L. Hoeh, who came
from Santa Rosa, California; and Miss Betty Bates from Tulsa,
Oklahoma -- four pioneer students -- with a faculty of eight.
Did ever a college start so small? Or with a ratio of two
professors to each student? But the things of God, through human
instruments, always start the smallest, and grow to become the
BIGGEST!
Ambassador College had started! It was not born without
agonizing birth pangs! But, as a mother is soon over the pangs of
childbirth, so we are not suffering them today.
Yet the trials and troubles, oppositions and satanic plots
to stop the college and the work, did not end on October 8, 1947!
Even the worst was yet to come!
But in the end, even Satan will be forced to bow to the
TRUTH that GOD's purpose STANDS that Satan can do no more than
God allows -- and that, though Satan's power is far greater than
that of us humans, God's power is infinitely greater than
Satan's.
God has said HIS GOSPEL SHALL BE PREACHED AND PUBLISHED IN
ALL THE WORLD! Satan has tried to prevent it. Had this not been
the very WORK OF GOD, it would have been stopped long ago. But
the living CHRIST has said He would open the DOOR for the
proclaiming of this message, and that NO MAN can shut it!
In His power and strength HIS WORK continues to GO FORWARD!!


Chapter 57
Surviving the First Year of Ambassador College

WOULD you really say it was a college that finally swung
open its door to students the eighth of October, 1947? There were
only four students!
There were no dormitories -- no place for students to be in
residence on the original little "campus" of one and
three-quarter acres. We had some books and encyclopedias on
shelves in the one room that served as music room, assembly room,
library, study room and lounge -- but no real college library.
There was no gymnasium, no track or athletic field.


WHY Smallest Beginning

I suppose many people would laugh at the idea of dignifying that
by the name "college." But there is a reason why it had to begin
that small.
When the Great God, Creator and Ruler of the vast universe,
does something by Himself, He demonstrates His supreme power by
doing it in a stupendous awe inspiring manner. But when it is
actually God who is doing something through humans, it must start
the smallest. Like the grain of mustard seed, the smallest of
herbs, which grows to become the largest, God's works through
humans must start the smallest -- but they grow, and grow, and
grow, until they become the biggest!
Had Ambassador College started big, with several hundred or
a few thousand students, a great campus filled with large college
buildings -- an administration building, classroom buildings,
laboratories, music conservatory, large ornate auditorium,
gymnasium, a fine quarter-mile track and football field, a large
library building with 500,000 volumes, dormitories, dining
halls -- everything complete, then I could certainly have no faith
in accepting it as God's college.
Ambassador started in a building that had been a private
residence. True, it had been built in an architectural design
more institutional than residential in appearance. But it had
been a residence. Then there was the garage. As I mentioned
before, it had been originally stables -- way back in the years
B.C. -- before cars. It had later been converted into a four-car
garage, with apartments upstairs and apartment rooms at both
ends.
We had turned some of the living rooms into business
offices, and the central garage space into our general mailing
room for the radio work. Our small printing shop, with a Davidson
duplicating machine, occupied the rear ground-floor room. We
called this building the administration building. Since then it
has undergone successive remodelings, and served as the
administration building until our modern new four story
administration building was completed in 1969.
And, again, I have explained before that God's number for
organized beginnings is TWELVE. His original beginnings always
start with ONE MAN. God started the human family with one man,
Adam. His nation Israel started from the one man, Abraham. That
nation's government and leadership started with the one man,
Moses. The Church of God and God's WORK started with the one man,
Jesus Christ.
But God's own nation on earth had its organized beginning
through the TWELVE tribes. The Church had its organized beginning
with TWELVE apostles.
God started the original planning and founding of His
college through myself. I had no help from our church in Eugene.
The members were too poor to give financial aid. One or two
offered disapproval and criticism. But, on that morning of
October 8, 1947, the actual organized beginning of the college
numbered TWELVE persons in total -- four students, eight faculty
members, myself included. The property had been purchased, as
previously explained, TWELVE years after the start of the work.


No Dorms

We had no facilities for housing students. Our own son, Richard
David (Dick), lived with us in our new home (new to us, that is).
Betty Bates had rented a room out in the east end of Pasadena,
some five miles from the college. She used the city bus service
for transportation. The other two students, Raymond Cole and
Herman Hoeh, rented a room together some two and a half miles
from the college. They used less expensive transportation -- shoe
leather. They managed to prepare their own food, somehow, in
their room.
Those pioneer students had to "rough it" in a way I am sure
our students of today do not realize. They certainly did not live
in luxury. We did manage to employ these pioneer students for
part-time work, at $40 per month. But they had to pay $31.50
room-rent-per each! In order to have enough to eat, they often
picked lamb's-quarter -- in place of spinach -- where it grew along
certain sparsely settled streets and in vacant lots, then
prepared it after returning home from school. Many times, they
simply went hungry. They were more hungry for an education than
for physical food.
Yet they never mentioned any of this, and I didn't learn of
it myself until much later.
They heard talk from others about "when this thing folds
up." But there was no thought of the college "folding up" in
their minds -- nor in mine. They had faith. They were there for a
purpose! It was a mighty serious purpose! It was the one goal of
their lives, and they concentrated on it and worked at it with
all their energies!
The part-time work these pioneer students did was janitor
work.


Opposition from Within

Previously I have mentioned the opposition faced in getting the
college started. There had been plans, plots, and schemes to stop
the broadcast work before it started, and to kill it after it
started. Not from lay members, either at Eugene or up in the
Willamette Valley -- but from jealous and coveting ministers. There
were "temptations" to drop it -- offers of something
"better" -- financially. Only these didn't really tempt me. There
had been seemingly insurmountable obstacles to hurdle over.
But there now was opposition, whether intentional from those
who brought it or not, from within the faculty.
Remember, I had set out to found a NEW KIND of
college -- God's college. Not a Bible school. Not a "religious"
school. A straight liberal arts co-educational institution -- but
Based on God's revealed knowledge actuated by God's Spirit.
But where was I to find teachers and college professors, at
the university level, who taught courses on the very FOUNDATION
of God's revealed knowledge? Such instructors simply did not
exist. I had to start with those reared and schooled in this
world's type of education.
And I have explained before how educators, long ago -- from
the days of Nimrod -- from the days of Plato who founded the
curricular system -- from the days of the University of Paris which
started the present universities in the 12th century -- had not
retained God in their knowledge. The world had inherited
education, not from God's teachings, but from PAGANISM.
Since I could do no other, I was forced to choose
instructors trained in the prevailing system of education. But I
sought those of outstanding qualifications and adequate degrees.
I wanted the best!
There was the woman professor of English. She had at least
two Ph.D.ssome eight degrees altogether. This surely sounded like
the best. She had taught many years in India. I did not know,
when Mr. Dillon and I employed her, that she was saturated with
eastern philosophies and occultism. As time went on, it became
evident that our English professor was not at all in harmony with
the real objectives of Ambassador College.
Later on in the year we learned that Professor
Mauler-Hiennecey did not really believe in God, but had strong
agnostic views. However, he was a lovable old fellow, and a very
fine French teacher, as well as a good instructor in Spanish.
Under him my son Dick learned to speak French without even an
accent. When he went to France, in 1952, he was accepted often as
a native Frenchman.
We found M. Mauler-Hiennecey to be pleasant, friendly,
kind-hearted. He was with us several years, but finally resigned.
But, he was then getting pretty old. We did love him, and he
rendered service for some six years.
But in Dr. Taylor I felt we had a sympathetic Christian
believer. Dr. Taylor, in spite of his illustrious academic
record, which included faculty membership at such institutions as
Harvard, Massachusetts Institute of Technology, Cornell, and
Wheaton, strongly professed Christianity.
It had seemed too good to be true. The application I had
received for a professorship on the Ambassador College faculty
from a man of Dr. Hawley Otis Taylor's record in education and
science appeared positively providential.
In today's world of materialistic higher education and
science, God has been virtually thrown out the window. The Bible
has been relegated disdainfully to the scrapheap of medieval
superstition.
Of course much if not most of the doctrines of traditional
Christianity might well be put in the category of superstition.
I should have known Dr. Taylor's Christianity was this
traditional variety. But somehow I didn't realize this until
after he arrived in Pasadena.
It seemed indeed a rarity to find a man of Dr. Taylor's
illustrious scientific status professing fundamentalist
Christianity. And I was overjoyed. Dr. Taylor was appointed, as
previously explained, as dean of instruction, and registrar.
Before the college was scarcely more than started, I was
somewhat disillusioned. I soon learned that Dr. Taylor's
religious beliefs were, indeed, those of traditional
"Christianity." Of course, he was sincere and unalterably
confirmed in his convictions.
These basic differences of belief produced a certain
friction, but later were resolved in a spirit of happy
cooperation.


Bible Course Minimized

In planning the curriculum, class schedules, and the purely
academic matters of the college, I left arrangements in the hands
of Mr. Dillon and Dr. Taylor. In preparation of the college
catalog, I wrote merely the introductory pages describing the
kind of college, leaving all technical data, description of
courses, curriculum, credits required, to Mr. Dillon and Dr.
Taylor. I was not experienced in curricula-planning.
The catalog was not printed until after classes were
started. But after they were actually in progress, and class
schedules set, I discovered to my great dismay that my own Course
in theology -- the real foundation course of the college -- had been
reduced to a two-hour minor subject!
By then classes were under way. All students' schedules were
fixed -- all records set. It was too late to change them -- for that
year.
Sensing this undercurrent of hostility within the teaching
staff, I immediately decreed that faculty members, as well as
students, must attend all my classes. I taught entirely by the
lecture method. I did this, not so much as a retaliatory measure,
but as a means of getting the new college off to a start as the
very kind of college God was
Since the BIBLE is the very foundation of all knowledge, I
was determined to see that this approach to knowledge permeated
the entire institution. This class provided me with a forum as a
sounding board. It enabled me to keep constantly before both
students and faculty the biblical FOUNDATION of knowledge, and
the scriptural approach to understanding.
I was quite conscious of the materialistic educational
backgrounds of faculty members. I was well aware of the
evolutionary concepts most of them had imbibed. I kept my
lectures on a reasonably dignified plane, and I constantly used
the four gospels to demonstrate that the current teaching of
traditional Christianity was at total variance with the inspired
record.
I took great pains to make my lectures so rational and
factual as to leave no room for refutation. And none was voiced!
I was reminded of a church service I had conducted back in
Eugene, Oregon, a few years before, when a converted former
atheist brought an atheist friend. After my service she asked her
visiting guest what she thought of the sermon.
"Well," the visitor answered curtly, "I can't refute his
statements, but I'm simply not interested in accepting them."
No one knows better than I that it is impossible to cram
truth down unwilling and obstinate throats. But I did want the
satisfaction of making the truth SO PLAIN that faculty members
had but two choices -- to accept it, or deliberately reject it in
which case it became a witness against them, for which they alone
were responsible, and for which they would answer in the
judgment.
I have been called merely to proclaim Christ's message as a
witness. I am not sent to force conversion on the world, but to
be a witness of the TRUTH, made plain, to those willing to
receive it. And, of course I realized that unwilling minds can
shut the door from allowing it to enter. I am sure that first
school year was a bit uncomfortable to some of the faculty
members attending my lectures.
But it did establish the educational FOUNDATION for
Ambassador College. And it became very convincing to all four
students!
At the beginning of the second year I compromised. I saw to
it that the theological courses were three-hour majors that
year -- that is, three hour long class periods per week. One of
them I designated as my own forum period, at which attendance of
all faculty members was required. The faculty was excused from
further attendance at the other two periods from that time
onward.
I was determined that the AMBASSADOR POLICY was going to be
inculcated thoroughly in faculty and students alike. Ambassador
was to be God's college -- not another rubber stamp of the
educational institutions of this world! But, with a faculty
trained in this world's scholarship, I found that it required
determined dominance on my part, plus vigilance, to assure it.
By the third year, I felt sufficient progress had been made
to this end that I could safely dispense with the requirement for
faculty attendance at biblical lectures. Besides the three hours
per week in theology, however, I continued the forum one hour a
week, which continues to this day, attended by students and
faculty alike.


The Broadcast Dilemma

But now, back to the main thread of the story. The most traumatic
crisis of all was to come in the second school year.
This "$30,000 headache" I have described, in being forced to
convert our main college building into a fireproof structure,
played havoc with our financial situation generally. I was forced
to get farther behind with our big radio station.
We had been forced to drop off XELO, the 150,000 watt
clear-channel station at Juarez, Mexico, altogether. We had been
on both XELO and XEG, the other superpowered 150,000-watt
station. In those days these two stations could be heard over
most of the United States, and even in central Canada. They had
built a tremendous audience for us.
While the cost, per half hour, seemed very high to us, it
was only half to two-thirds as much as many major-city
50,000-watt stations in the United States. And although the
listening audience to those stations was not a concentrated
metropolitan audience such as major-city American stations enjoy,
it spread over most of the United States. The total audience, in
those days, was much larger than that of any United States
station.
We had means of checking and arriving at a close estimate of
the number of listeners. I was able to say, then, that every
radio dollar reached 2,000 people with a powerful half-hour
message!
We can't make that claim any more. Already at that time,
1947-1948, more and more small radio stations were being
licensed. Where there had been one small 100-watt station in
Eugene, Oregon, in 1934 when we started, there were, in 1961,
some five or six, and at least two of them 5,000-watt stations.
The number of radio stations multiplied all over the country, in
small towns and in major cities. Power increased also. And all
this brought more and more interference over the airwaves,
constantly reducing the coverage and clarity of signal of such
superpowered stations as XELO and XEG.
Up until March, 1948, we were on XEG at 8 p.m. nightly
except Saturdays, and 5:30 a.m. daily except Sunday. This was our
only southern and midwestern coverage, but it was the most
powerful and effective single station existing for a widespread
coverage of all that vast area. In addition, we were then using
five stations on the Pacific Coast -- XERB, 50,000 watts, Sunday
only, Saturday and Sunday coverage in Portland, and Sunday only
in Seattle. What a far cry that was from the television and radio
coverage of today!
But, before the close of 1947 we were getting further and
further behind in paying our bills with XEG. The management told
me very pointedly that they were not in business for the purpose
of financing the start of a college for me. If we were going to
use our money to operate the college instead of paying their
bills, we would have to go off the air.
It was a frustrating dilemma. I knew God had opened the way
for the college. I knew the Eternal wanted the college. I knew
the work of God could not continue to grow without the college.
But I knew also God wanted us on the air. He had called me
to proclaim Christ's gospel.


Thrown off the Air!

Of course it will be easy for the "armchair quarterbacks" to say
that the college should not have been started under these
circumstances. Plenty of them did say that. Anyway, I was now
into this dilemma, and I had to face it.
Of course I prayed -- continually and fervently. But if God
had had a better way, perhaps He found my head so thick He
couldn't get it through to me any faster. Now, however, I asked
for deliverance out of the trouble. And it came -- later!
By the first of March XEG carried out their threat to throw
us off. They allowed the program to stay on Sunday nights, only,
provided I began to make progress in paying off the back
indebtedness, and that this progress be continued.
Other bills were pressing. I was being hounded on every side
for money by creditors. Many around me continued to harp about
"when this thing folds up." But I was determined it was not going
to fold up!
We were off XEG with the week-night broadcasts until the
following October. Somehow, we weathered the storm.


Loyalty of Co-Workers

One very precious lesson was learned by that experience. Our
family of co-workers who regularly support God's work with their
tithes and voluntary offerings, remained loyal, even though we
were off the air except for Sunday nights. I had learned that it
was the every night broadcasting that was really effective and
resultful. One might have expected that the money to support the
work would have stopped when the listeners no longer received the
broadcast.
But they had accepted Christ's teaching from my voice, that
it is more blessed to GIVE than to receive. Their hearts, as well
as their tithes and contributions, were in the work of God. When
they no longer received the broadcast, they DID NOT STOP GIVING!
There was scarcely any lag in the income. But the expenses were
greatly lessened.
This allowed us to make progress in paying the accumulated
XEG bill sufficient to induce them to put us back on the air in
October that year, 1948. Nevertheless, it was a harassing spring,
summer, and fall -- and the frightful agony of it rose to a climax
by October and November.
We had been forced to get behind even with the faculty
payroll. Now of course that was a thing regarded among teachers
generally as the unpardonable sin of an educational institution.
One particular teacher tried to injure us legally.
But the Labor Relations Board -- or whoever it was that the
matter came before -- allowed us to distribute the back pay over
several months of time. So that attempt to put the college out of
business failed.
It surely is needless to say, however, that experiences of
this kind were a living nightmare to endure.


Reducing to Half-Time

During the summer of 1948 I was faced with a frightful situation
and a tough decision. Everyone seemed to think I ought to simply
give up, close the college down, and try to build back up the
broadcasting work. But somehow I knew God wanted neither dropped.
I had supreme and abiding FAITH that He would see us through.
True, I had not yet learned to have relaxed faith. I continued to
allow the strain of this situation to punish me. The following
year I was to learn the secret of relaxed faith -- but I will come
to that in due course.
After counsel, meditation, prayer, and much thinking, I made
the decision of what to do. I decided to reduce the college
schedule to half-time for one year. I could only pay
half-salaries. And I could not continue to pay all of those. We
would have to suffer through one year with a pruned-down faculty.
Just one of our women teachers remained with us -- and she is
still loyally with us today -- Mrs. Lucy H. Martin. Of course Mr.
Dillon remained on, and Dr. Taylor and Professor
Mauler-Hiennecey. I found that Mrs. Martin was well qualified to
teach English.
And then Mrs. Martin really surprised me.
"Perhaps I had not made it clear to you before," she said,
"but I happen to have degrees in music just as high as the former
teacher -- and I can make them higher by going on, during summer
vacations, to complete work at Juilliard [America's
highest-ranking musical college in New York], for my master's
degree in music. I'LL be happy to take over the music department
if you'd like, besides teaching English and being librarian."
And so we started the second year of Ambassador College on
half-schedule, with classes only three days a week. It was that
or let the college die.


Three New Students Arrive

No effort had been made to recruit any additional students, due
to this situation. However, one student showed up -- a fellow from
Wisconsin, named Kenneth C. Herrmann.
A very few weeks after the 1948-49 school year had started,
the front doorbell of our home rang one morning while I was
shaving. My wife told me that two young radio listeners from
Arkansas were there to see me. I hurried down.
They introduced themselves as Marion and Raymond McNair.
They had been working in the apple harvest up in Washington, but
wanted to swing by Pasadena and see me on the way home.
We had a nice talk, and I was surprised to learn how much
they knew about the Bible. I was intensely interested in hearing
of their experience leading to this biblical knowledge, and how
they came to listen to The World Tomorrow.
These boys had not had Sunday school or other religious
training. They had never been taught anything about immortal
souls, or going to heaven when one dies. Their very first
religious training began with the Bible. They studied it daily
before they were teenagers.
Some years later, they happened to hear a religious
broadcast on the radio. "Why," they exclaimed in surprise, "that
fellow is not preaching what's in the Bible! He's telling people
just the opposite of what the Bible says!"
This aroused them to tune to other religious programs on
their radio set. They were astonished and disillusioned! It
seemed that all the "radio preachers" were preaching a
"Christianity" that was very contrary to the Christianity of
Christ, of Paul, and of the apostles which they had been
receiving out of their Bible!
Then one day they heard a program coming in from a Mexican
station. They were startled in happy surprise.
"Why," they exclaimed, "that fellow is preaching exactly
what we have been getting out of the Bible!" That program was The
World Tomorrow! They became steady listeners.
This experience was just one more example of what I have
always said: Give a Bible to someone who has never had any
religious teaching, and let him study it diligently, without any
of the popular teachings of "Christianity," and he will believe
precisely what is proclaimed on The World Tomorrow. Yet those who
do believe and proclaim the PLAIN TRUTHS of the BIBLE will be
branded today as "false prophets."
"Well, I hope you boys will come to Ambassador College when
you've finished high school," I said.
"Oh, we're older than we look!" came the quick answer.
"We've already graduated from high school."
"Well, how does it happen you're not in Ambassador College,
then?" I asked.
"Well, we supposed we couldn't afford it," they replied.
"Well, look!" I said. "This is Friday morning. Can you boys
find a part-time job before tonight?" I explained that college
was in session only three days a week.
"Yes, Sir, we can," came the immediate and decisive answer.
"Well, you go find that job, and report to Ambassador
College Monday morning," I said.
They left. And they did find jobs.
Today Mr. Raymond F. McNair is an ordained minister and
Deputy Chancellor of the Pasadena campus of Ambassador College.


Crisis with Dr. B. Approaches

I have previously explained the difficulties we experienced in
dealing with Dr. B., from whom we purchased the college property.
He had continued to harass us. He never had intended to let us
obtain permanent possession of the property. But, as the fall and
winter of 1948 approached, with the college now in its second
school year, the wily Dr. B. had still one more card to play-his
trump card!
We had been off the air in our daily broadcasting from March
until October. We had been forced to operate the college on a
half-time schedule for this second school year. We had been all
but knocked out.
But there were a number of conditions that now loomed as the
supreme crisis of all.
While we had paid the $25,000 as rent (to be converted into
a $25,000 down payment via the lease option), we had, of course,
paid no interest. Neither had we paid the taxes or insurance.
These accumulated amounts were all to come due on December 27,
1948. They amounted to several thousand dollars. Taxes had to be
paid, retroactive for the twenty-five months. Also interest on
the unpaid balance, starting at $100,000, less $1,000 each month
for the twenty-five months. Insurance for the twenty-five months
also became due in one lump December 27.
HOW, in our strained circumstances, were we going to raise
that large sum of money by December 27? It was a frightening
dilemma.


A MIRACLE Happens

Altogether it was going to require something like $17,000. It
seemed an insurmountable obstacle.
I began making plans for every means that I could think of
that might help raise that money. But I realized fully that
nothing I could plan or do could accomplish that apparently
unattainable goal. I knew I had to rely on God. Nothing but a
miracle could now save God's college.
Somehow, I knew we would be delivered from this
crisis -- though I could not see how. I relied primarily on
fervent, continuous prayer. I decided to do everything I could
plan or think of, and then trust God with the result.
It must have been along about early November that our
auditor, Mr. Bolivar O'Rear, and I, found it necessary to make a
trip to Washington, D.C., to apply for a tax-exempt status as a
nonprofit corporation. Mr. O'Rear had been an attorney in
Washington for several years. While there, we had one long
conference with a former friend of his -- an attorney -- in this
lawyer's office. He was sympathetic in trying to help us come up
with ideas that might raise the necessary funds.
Of course, I had written a letter to all our active
co-workers acquainting them with our great problem and spoken of
it to our radio audience.
Then, suddenly, about November 25, a miracle really did
happen!
About $3,000 came in, through the mail, in one day. Our
normal daily income for the work in those days was about $500.
The $3,000 that came in one day was like a fortune being rained
down from heaven.
The next day, to our utter amazement, another $3,000 came
in. And then the next -- and the next -- and the next. This almost
dumbfounding downpour of money continued until December 15. Our
total income for that December exceeded $50,000! We could hardly
believe it!
WHY did it come in? We could not account for it on the basis
of anything we had done. No plans or ideas or efforts of ours had
brought it. There was only one explanation -- GOD SENT IT!
It seemed like God had sent us a great deal more than we
needed! But we were soon to see that He had not. The college
could not have been saved, had there been less. It turned out we
needed considerably more money by December 27 than we had
realized. Dr. B. had a $17,000 mortgage on the property that he
had to pay off in order to transfer the deed to us. He was
several years behind in paying taxes. Under the circumstances,
the way he acted -- and considering that he was planning to prevent
allowing us to exercise our option -- unless we had some $15,000 to
$20,000 to temporarily loan him, IN ADDITION to the money we had
to pay him, he could have beaten us and we should have lost the
property, after all!
But God knew precisely what we NEEDED -- and He SENT IT!


Dr. B. Holds Out

We still owed a few thousand dollars in back teachers' salaries
we had as yet been unable to pay. By December 15, when we were
assured of having enough money to pay off Dr. B., we paid these
back salaries. And I was human enough to enjoy paying FIRST those
who had been loyal and were still with us -- even though we did
send out the checks to the others later that same day!
We took no chances on coming up late in paying off Dr. B. We
put the full amount due him in escrow on December 15. But he made
no move whatever toward signing the papers for the transaction.
As the days passed, and it began to appear that he was going
to try to avoid signing, we began to take action. Through the
escrow company we learned that there was a mortgage against the
property. It was past due -- long past due. I contacted the man who
held the mortgage. I told him the situation.
He was sympathetic.
"If Dr. B. refuses to sign, and tries to block our
exercising the option," I asked, "will you be willing to SELL
that mortgage to us?"
"Yes, I certainly will," he said. "And I'll tell you what
you can then do. Since he is so far in arrears with unpaid taxes,
once you own the mortgage, you can foreclose and take the
property away from him."
I did not want to take the property in that manner. But it
was reassuring to know that God had now put me in position to do
so.
Finally, Dr. B. said he would sign if we would loan him a
few thousand dollars, in addition to the money we had deposited
to pay accumulated interest, taxes, and insurance. We arranged to
do this, and then pay him $750 per month in payments instead of
the full $1,000, for the next year or two -- until in this manner
he had paid us back.
Dr. B. thereupon signed -- but he was still tricky. The
property was held as a joint-tenancy between him and his aged
sister. His signature was not sufficient without his sister's
also.


FORCING Dr. B. to Sign

That year, December 27, fell on a Monday. On Wednesday, the 22nd,
we were having another conference in the office of our attorneys,
Judge Morton and Mr. Wannamaker. They suggested that Dr. B.,
knowing every trick of the law, might contend that our option had
to be exercised at least a day before December 27, in order to
have been exercised ON December 27 Probably no judge would so
interpret it, but they advised against taking chances.
Therefore, they advised that we force Dr. B., if possible,
to have his sister's signature on the papers before 1 p.m. on
Friday, the 24th, or we should start suit against him in Superior
Court promptly at 1 p.m. on Friday, withdrawing all the money out
of escrow and depositing it in the Superior Court.
They began a feverish activity of preparing the legal papers
to file suit, working late Wednesday night, and almost all of
Thursday night, to have everything ready by 1 p.m. Friday.
Friday morning came. By 11 a.m. Dr. B. had made no move to
have his sister sign. We had the papers she was to sign, and
decided to go to their home with the papers.
About noon, or a little after, on that Friday, Mr. O'Rear
and I drove out to the home of Dr. B. He claimed his sister was
upstairs in bed, too ill to be disturbed.
I knew he was not telling the truth. It was now less than an
hour before Mr. Wannamaker would be on his way to Superior Court.
The chips were down. This was the final crisis MINUTE!
"All right, Dr. B.," I said. "Either your sister signs in
the next thirty minutes, or I'll tell you what's going to happen.
I have exhausted my patience on you. I have suffered your
harassment now for two years. I'm going to end it HERE AND NOW!
"Unless I telephone my attorneys that your sister has
signed, before 1 o'clock, it will be TOO LATE -- they will be on
the way to file suit in Superior Court. All the money will be
withdrawn from escrow yet this afternoon, and placed with the
judge. We know you NEED that money to live. We will then seek for
every delay the law allows. My lawyers tell me we can delay
action on the suit for years. Meanwhile we remain in possession
of the property. The college will go right along. You will
receive NO PAYMENTS whatsoever.
"But that is not all. I have negotiated with Mr. Blank to
purchase the trust deed on this property which you owe him. I
have the money on hand to purchase it. Then, because you have
violated the terms of the mortgage, by not paying taxes, I shall
immediately FORECLOSE on you. In that manner we will take
complete ownership of the property by paying only the amount of
this mortgage. We will freeze you out completely. Once this is
done, we can withdraw our suit, and recover all the money.
"Dr. B., you are a smart lawyer. You know I can do this -- and
I WILL! It's absolutely ridiculous, but here I am now, PLEADING
with you to let us go on PAYING YOU for this property, instead of
foreclosing on you and taking it away from you -- but we are now in
position to do just that. It's almost 12:30. At 1 o'clock it will
be too late!"
Dr. B. was BEATEN!
"MARTHA!" he called at the stairway, "come on down right
away! We've got to HURRY! We have to hunt up a notary public to
witness your signature before 1 o'clock."
His sister was already dressed and ready. She had not been
in bed, or ill, as he had said. We drove quickly to a neighboring
business street and found a notary public.
At 12:30 -- just thirty minutes before our attorneys would
have left their office to file the suit -- I telephoned them that I
had the papers all signed, sealed and delivered!
And so ended Dr. B.'s efforts to have his cake and eat it
too -- that is, to take our money for the purchase of the property,
and then keep the property too!
There were a few minor harassments from him after that. Had
we ever been one day late in making any payment, he would have
filed suit to reclaim the property immediately. But we were never
a day late.
Some years later, he sold the mortgage to a bank, and long
ago it was paid out and we have owned the property, CLEAR, ever
since.
In due time both his sister, and then Dr. B., himself, died.
Ambassador College was over its first hump.



Chapter 58
Ambassador Begins To Grow!

AMBASSADOR COLLEGE had been saved. The property originally
acquired was now secured -- as long as we kept up the monthly
payments.
We were "over the first hump" in the struggle to establish
and perpetuate this forward-looking college of TOMORROW! The
nerve-shattering intense ordeals were behind us. Continuous
problems were to be encountered in the path ahead -- but we would
cross each of these bridges as we reached them.


Half-Time Operation

The decision, born of necessity, to operate the college on a
half-time schedule through the 1948-49 school year proved a
blessing in disguise. It was one of those occasional self-imposed
temporary setbacks.
This half-time operation reduced the college budget by
almost half. Together with the miraculous fifteen day in-pouring
of income in December, we were off to a comparatively good start
by January, 1949. Of course that providential downpour of funds
of the first half of December did not continue. After December
15, the financial income was back to normal.
During 1948 we had been able to print The Plain Truth only
twice, prior to September. We had gotten out an abbreviated
eight-page issue in March. But then we were put off the air on
our one BIG station, and we managed only one more -- a June
number -- prior to September.
By holding publication down to eight pages, we were able to
issue a Plain Truth every month for the remainder of that
year -- September, October, November, and December.
In 1949 I felt we should get back to the 16-page size. This
was possible only by combining the first issue as a
January-February number.
It still was a tight financial struggle through 1949 as
evidenced by the fact that I was able to print only two more
editions that entire year -- one in July, the other in November.
Part of the difficulty, however, was due to the fact that
more and more duties were demanding my time. I had no editorial
help whatever. Up until this time, and even another year or two
in the future, it had been necessary for me to do 100 percent of
the writing of The Plain Truth.


Our Second Land Purchase

During those first two school years of the college we had no
dormitory facilities. The seven students enrolled that second
year -- 1948-49 -- were obliged to rent rooms around town. But in
May, 1949, the first addition to the original two and
one-quarter-acre campus came our way.
Adjoining this original bit of campus grounds, on the north,
was the stately 28-room Tudor-style building called "Mayfair,"
with 200 feet of frontage on Terrace Drive. It added about one
and three-quarters acres, giving us a campus of four acres, with
magnificently landscaped grounds.
The Mayfair grounds were not in the most desirable
condition. Soon after acquiring them, we completely relandscaped
them. Most of the work was done by our students, using a rented
bulldozer to completely recontour the sloping grounds, bringing
them into harmony with the original plot.
For some two years Mayfair had been used as a rooming house.
Most of the tenants had leases running another year. We were able
to obtain only partial possession during 1949.
But by that autumn, after two years of rooming off campus,
our students were able to take up residence ON CAMPUS! We began
to feel like a real college!
That autumn the student enrollment increased to TWELVE. I
have said quite a little heretofore, about TWELVE being the
number of organized BEGINNINGS. For one thing, that was the first
year the college had an organized student council. The first
student body president of Ambassador College was my son Richard
David (Dick).
Among the five new students that fall was Roderick C.
Meredith. Although he was a new student with us, he was a
transfer from a college in Missouri, and consequently rated as a
sophomore.
Our men students took up residence on third floor Mayfair in
September, 1949. We were not yet prepared to feed students.
During that school year the men really "roughed it," preparing
their own meals in a dark, depressing, foreboding basement room
in Mayfair. It had been painted in a conglomeration of deep
yellow, dark green, red, and black. In a later year, that room
was modernized into a new-looking office, and served as an
editorial room for The Plain Truth for some years.
Mrs. Annie M. Mann, who had moved to Pasadena from Eugene,
Oregon, had been preappointed to become our House Mother for
girls. She had been awaiting the time when we would have girl
students and a girls' student residence. During the 1948-49
school year she and Betty Bates, our only girl student the first
three years, had roomed together off campus. Now, however, they
took up residence in one of the vacant ground-floor rooms in
Mayfair. Most of the other Mayfair rooms still were occupied by
lease-holding guests.
During 1949 we continued on our one superpower station, XEG,
the program beaming out over most of North America at 8 p.m.,
Central Standard time, seven nights a week. We had also added
another border station, XEMU, with the time of 6:30 p.m. every
night. But though this station had a splendid dial-spot, 580, it
never brought much of a response. But by November that year, the
program had gone on a good 5,000-watt Chicago station, WAIT. It
was only once a week -- 10 a.m., Sundays, but the response was
good. The rating agencies showed The World Tomorrow the second
highest rated program in Chicago during our half-hour.
During 1949 The World Tomorrow was still being heard over
only nine stations. Yet the work as a whole continued to grow
that year, its usual 30 percent over the year before.


1950 -- Still Tough Going

Although we had gotten over what I called "the first hump" by
January, 1949, the upward climb of this work of God was still
"TOUGH GOING." It was not easy. Jesus Christ never promised "easy
going."
Through 1950 I do not remember any crises so severe that the
very existence of the work hung in the balance. I had, at last,
learned the lesson of RELAXED FAITH. I no longer let the problems
we met put me under such an ordeal as I had gone through
previously.
Now I was able to cast the burdens on the living CHRIST,
meanwhile leaping to action to pray intensively for guidance, and
to energetically DO whatever was in my own power to do -- but in a
FAITH that was relaxed and confident, trusting God with the
results.
During 1950 I was able to publish only FOUR issues of The
Plain Truth -- in February, March, April, and August. As an
evidence of the tight financial squeeze of the year, all four
editions had to be reduced to a mere eight pages once again. Of
course, as stated above, part of this was due to the heavy load
on my shoulders of doing all of the writing, in addition to the
many other responsibilities, now fast increasing.
For those first three years of the college, I taught all of
the Bible and theology classes -- and that meant three classes the
third year!


And Now, FOURTH College Year

When college classes began, early September, 1950, ten new
students had enrolled. For the first time, we had a full
FOUR-YEAR COLLEGE. The first year we had only a Freshman class.
The second, a Freshman and Sophomore; and the third, we added a
Junior Class. There had been the pioneer FOUR students the first
year. There were seven the second, and twelve the third.
September, 1950, brought five new girl students. Until then,
we had had only the one girl student -- Betty Bates. Now we had six
girls and sixteen men. Now we had an enrollment of TWENTY-TWO!
And that autumn, for the first time, we had a real student
residence on the campus. Yes, the college was growing up! To
officials of any other college or university it would have seemed
still to be smaller than almost any college had ever been. But to
us, with only four the first year, and only an even dozen
students the third year, the twenty-two -- with, at last, six girl
students -- seemed like we were becoming a real college!
Now Mrs. Mann was our full-fledged House Mother, with six
girls under wing. We had brought down from Oregon a "nutritional
cook," as we called her. Now we had FULL POSSESSION, for the
first time, of Mayfair.
We had closed off the rear stairway so that it bypassed the
second floor, and proceeded from ground floor to the third. All
our men were housed that year on third-floor Mayfair. It was like
a separate building altogether from the second floor. Our six
girl students, and, in addition, the apartment we had done over
for Mrs. Mann, occupied the second floor. The ground floor was
dining and lounging.
Since we had operated on half-schedule in the 1948-49 year,
it had been made virtually impossible for students to graduate in
four years. However, by taking a heavier-than-normal load the
last two years, both Herman Hoeh and Betty Bates graduated in
June, 1951 -- completing their college work in four years.


First Graduation

That was another milestone attained. Our first commencement
exercises were held, in our beautiful Garden Theater, on the last
Friday of May, in 1951.
In order to qualify to confer degrees, the college had to be
separately incorporated, show a minimum of $50,000 invested in
college facilities, equipment, and library, and be officially
empowered by the State of California to confer degrees. This,
too, was hurdling another major milestone.
Until this time, Ambassador College had been operated as an
activity of the Radio Church of God. But by May, 1951, we had
managed to meet all of the state's requirements, and to be
approved, and empowered by the state to confer degrees.
Small as we really were, we ourselves began to feel that our
college was GROWING UP! It was a real THRILL!


Athletic Field Acquired

In November, 1950, our third property acquisition was achieved in
a rather dramatic manner.
For some time, we had had our eyes on a camellia nursery,
across Terrace Drive to the east of our original campus plot. I
had visualized it as some day becoming our athletic field.
Meanwhile, Mr. Hulett C. Merritt, the multi-millionaire
capitalist who owned the second estate north of Mayfair, had been
moving onto several properties he owned in our immediate
vicinity, a number of large old houses.
Several large houses, or frame apartment houses, along the
right-of-way then being cleared for the new Hollywood Freeway,
were being condemned. Mr. Merritt had been able to buy them at a
very low sum. For some months large-scale house movers had been
moving several of those monstrous frame structures to Pasadena,
setting them on these vacant lots. In one or two cases, the
structures had been actually cut in two, moved, and then joined
back together again.
I think that Mr. Merritt had not counted quite the total
cost. He probably obtained the houses for almost nothing. But he
was not able to simply put them down on his vacant properties for
nothing. He ran up against the very stiff Pasadena building
codes. By the time he had constructed solid foundations under
them, and brought plumbing and electric wiring and other services
up to Pasadena codes, he probably had a lot more money invested
in them than he had expected.
In any event, I learned that the owner of the camellia
nursery was receptive to selling. Immediately we almost shuddered
at the thought that possibly Mr. Merritt might purchase that plot
of ground and move more of those old houses on it -- thus wrecking
our hopes of an athletic field.
One Sunday morning I happened to be in our administration
building, and a real estate broker, who had a listing of the
camellia nursery, came in. The afternoon before, he said, he had
been informed that a $50,000 check had been deposited with
another real estate broker who also had the property listed, as
full purchase price for the nursery plot, plus four other houses
and lots. Three of the houses were over on Green Street, just
across Terrace Drive from Mr. Merritt's fabulous mansion. One was
on Camden Street to the east of Terrace Drive.
This $50,000 cash was to be put into escrow at a bank on
Monday afternoon. The real estate broker said he would like to
see the college acquire it if we were able. However, if we needed
terms, and lacked the cash, we'd have to pay a higher price, and
move fast.
"I'll pay you $60,000," I said at once, "with $5,000 now, to
go into escrow tomorrow morning, as soon as the bank opens, and
the balance on terms we can work out. Is it a deal?"
"It's a deal," he said. "I'm sure the owners will accept."
"All right then," I said, "let's move fast. I will have a
quorum of our board of trustees here in this office by 2 o'clock
this afternoon, and I'll have a $5,000 check ready. Can you have
the necessary papers drawn up to put the deal into escrow by that
time -- and can you get the owner and his wife here to sign?"
He felt sure he could.
He did. In our hurried special board meeting the transaction
was approved. The owners signed the papers with us.
Next afternoon, when the other broker went to the escrow
department with his $50,000 check, he found the property had been
bought right out from under him.
I was expecting a furious call from Mr. Merritt.
I was not disappointed.
Late that afternoon he was on the telephone. "Now you look
here, Mr. Armstrong," he said. "You're the first man that ever
got the jump on me and beat me in a business deal. I'm glad you
got that nursery property, because I know you wanted that for an
athletic field. But what in blazes do you want with these lots
down here on Green Street?"
"Why, it was simply just one complete package deal," I said.
"We had to take the whole thing to get the athletic field."
Mr. Merritt wanted me to come over to see him.
"Those fellows charged you too much for these Green Street
properties," he said. "Now I'll take them off your hands. You
paid $30,000 for them. You shouldn't have paid over $25,000. So,
tell you what I'll do. I will DONATE to your college $10,000, and
my wife will donate $10,000. We can deduct that on our income tax
report. Then you sell me those four properties for $10,000 cash.
That way you get your entire $30,000 back, and you've paid only
$30,000 for the athletic field."
"I'll consult my tax attorney," I replied, "but I'm sure the
Internal Revenue people will not approve a $20,000 deductible
donation from you, when, in actual fact, the entire $20,000
reverts back to you, in the form of this property.
But Mr. Merritt remained adamant.
This was in November, or December. Along about the following
March or April, a real estate salesman came into my office.
"I understand you own those houses down on Green Street," he
said. "Would you be willing to list them? I think maybe I could
find a buyer."
Immediately I deduced that Mr. Merritt sent him.
"No, I wouldn't sell them," I replied. "We need them for
college dormitories. And besides, if I ever sold them to anybody
it would be to our neighbor Mr. Merritt."
"Well," he said a little sheepishly, "to tell you the truth,
it was Mr. Merritt who sent me here."
For years we used those houses for men's dormitories, then
we tore them down. They were getting too old for use. Today those
properties form a beautifully landscaped entrance to our new
four-story Hall of Administration.


Chapter 59
First "Fruits" of Right Education

AFTER THE purchase of the camellia nursery, and the Green
Street properties, we felt that Ambassador College was really on
its way!
The camellia nursery would give us an athletic field. It was
small -- there would not be space for a quarter-mile track, a
stadium, or football field. But there was sufficient ground for
an eighth-mile running track, and two new tennis courts. There
was also room for the pole vault and broad jump, and space for
the high jump, and the shotput.
Then the Green Street houses could be converted into men's
dormitories. Mayfair could be made exclusively a girls' student
residence.
We felt that, with a classroom building, an administration
building, both men's and women's residences on campus, and an
athletic field, even though small, we were coming to have a
college campus.


First "FRUITS" of College

During 1950 I had been able to issue only four numbers of The
Plain Truth -- and they were all reduced to mere eight-page
numbers. I have stated before that one reason was my personal
inability to fully execute all the fast-growing responsibilities
of this expanding work in mere twenty-four-hour days.
By the autumn of 1950 I was having to teach FOUR different
classes in theology, and now three hours each class. That meant
twelve hours of teaching each week.
Up to this time I had written every word that went into The
Plain Truth. I had been doing a half-hour broadcast seven days a
week.
The early years in Eugene, Oregon, had resulted in the
raising up of several small churches in the Pacific Northwest,
through evangelistic campaigns I had conducted. But there were no
pastors to minister to those churches. Only two remained -- in
Eugene and in Portland.
All these years the broadcasting work was expanding. By the
end of 1942 it had grown to a national audience. This
necessitated my absence from Eugene and Portland much of the time
beginning with 1943, and all of the time after April, 1947, when
we moved to Pasadena.
The whole work was a one-man ministry in those years. In my
absence, attendance at Eugene dwindled from around one hundred to
about thirty. You know what the Israelites got into when God
called Moses away from them for just forty days at Mount Sinai;
the people abandoned God and made for themselves an idol.
" ... As for this Moses," they said, " ... we wot not what is
become of him." And then, in effect, "Come on, let us make an
idol god of our own to worship."
At Eugene, three would-be leaders said, in effect: "As for
this Herbert Armstrong, we wot not what has become of him. Come
on, let us make an idol god of our own to worship in the form of
a local social club, like all the worldly churches." And so even
the thirty members remaining were split into two differing camps.
The Portland and the Vancouver, Washington, churches had
consolidated into the one church at Portland. And even that had
diminished to eleven or twelve members.
A one-man ministry could not maintain several local
churches, an expanding broadcasting work, editing and writing all
the articles for a fast-growing magazine, teach four college
classes, and act as executive head of a growing college, without
something slipping backward somewhere.
But 1951 was the year that produced the first "fruits" of
the new college.
In April of that year we began the first activity toward an
enlarged Plain Truth. I was still unwilling to publish, in The
Plain Truth, articles written by students. Yet something had to
be done.
A new idea was born. The Plain Truth circulation had grown
to more than 50,000 copies, and it was too costly to publish
every month on our income of that period. That, combined with the
fact I simply could not find time to write the entire edition
every month, by myself alone, forced the new idea.
I decided to completely scrap the entire mailing list!
We would start building a new mailing list from scratch.
That would solve half the problem -- the lack of funds to publish a
sixteen-page magazine every month.
Twelve years before I had started a second magazine, called
The Good News. It was to have been a church membership organ,
edited exclusively for baptized church members. The Plain Truth
was to continue as the general magazine for as many of the
general public as would request it. But at that time -- February,
1939 -- I had been unable to continue publication of The Good News
beyond the first issue! The reason? Same reason -- lack of funds,
and inability of ONE MAN to do so much.
But now, twelve years later, I decided to bring The Good
News back to life. It would circulate, at the start, only to
co-workers whose tithes and offerings made this growing work
possible.
If we could no longer afford to offer The Plain Truth to the
entire radio audience, it seemed to me imperative that we
provide, at least, a regular monthly publication for those who
voluntarily financed God's work, and Ambassador College. And our
students could share with me the burden of writing the articles.
Consequently, in April, 1951, The Good News was reborn!
Now, for the first time, our students began to make active
contributions to the activities of this expanding work!


The New GOOD NEWS

The leading article, beginning on the front cover of the April,
1951, Good News, written by me, expressed the situation.
Here is a condensation of what it said:
Quote from that article: "A new idea is born! The Good News
is re-born!
"With the turn of the war in Korea world events speed up in
the chaotic plunge to oblivion! And beginning now, the
all-important work of God also must speed up! The pace must be
accelerated! It must expand now to dynamic WORLDWIDE ACTIVITY!
"It is later than we think!
"When God first started Ambassador College, many brethren
and co-workers lacked faith. They couldn't see God's hand in it.
Some felt your pastor's duty was solely to preach the gospel to
the world -- not realizing that one man alone can't do it all!
"They had forgotten that Jesus, Peter and Paul surrounded
themselves with specially God-called men whom they trained to
assist them in their great mission.
"Some said, 'Why, there isn't time! It will be four years
before the first students graduate, and even then they will still
be just youths without maturity or actual experience.
"But there was, and still is, enough time -- though there is
not a day to lose. The end of this age can't come until this very
gospel of the kingdom has been preached and published in all the
world as a witness to all nations(Matt. 24:3, 14).


"Students Now Ready"

"Our students have been gaining actual experience during their
college years!
"By their fruits we know they have been called of God for
their important parts in this great commission of Christ. They
are trained and ready. They are consecrated and Spirit-led.
"Already more than one hundred and fifty, brought to
repentance and conversion through this work, have been baptized
by these competent disciples (and the word 'disciple' means
student, or learner).
"It is already ably demonstrated that God made no mistake
when He started Ambassador College!


"The New Idea"

"And now, with this issue, A NEW IDEA is born. Through Ambassador
College students, The Good News is re-born! With this issue, our
students launch a new activity in Christ's ministry -- and at the
same time, a new college activity.
"It was back in February, 1939 -- twelve years ago -- that with
only Mrs. Armstrong's help, from a little stuffy inside office
without windows or ventilation in Eugene, Oregon, the first issue
of The Good News was printed -- on a second-hand mimeograph ....
"But the commission to 'feed my sheep' is second to the
great commission, 'This gospel of the kingdom shall be preached
in all the world' One man alone could not carry on a campaign of
evangelism then expanding local to national, and conduct a
personalized ministry to so many at the same time. And so no
other issues of The Good News were published -- until now.
"But now, at long last, The Good News is re-born, as one of
the first fruits of Ambassador College -- one of the evidences that
this college was necessary."
But, even with the editorial help of students, finances
permitted the publication of only four sixteen-page issues during
the remainder of 1951 -- plus one sixteen-page Plain Truth, issued
October, 1951 -- written wholly by me.


Still Struggling Upward

All this history, in retrospect, about the struggle to publish
The Plain Truth, will remind the reader, once again, that it has
been a long, hard, and persevering upward struggle to bring God's
work to its present position of worldwide activity, power, and
influence.
But back, for a moment, to this April, 1951, Good News. In
it appeared the very first article by Herman L. Hoeh we had ever
published -- and even this was not -- yet -- in The Plain Truth. Its
caption sounds, to me today, rather tame compared to many he has
written since. It was "Are Good Manners Good?" It had to do with
the right or wrong of etiquette.
The radio log shows that, at that time, The World Tomorrow
was being broadcast on only seven stations: XEG, seven nights a
week; a local Pasadena station, KALI, at 7:30 seven mornings a
week; and all others were Sunday only -- stations WAIT, Chicago;
XERB, Southern California; KXL, Portland, Oregon; KVI, Seattle;
and XENT, Mexico, just below the Texas border.
In the second issue of this reborn Good News appeared the
very first article we ever published under the by-line of
Roderick C. Meredith. It was the lead article starting on the
front cover: "College Atmosphere at Ambassador."
In the November, 1951, number, my picture appeared -- for the
first time in the eighteen years of this work. The caption at the
top of the page was "You Asked for It -- " followed by this
sub-caption: "Ten thousand of you have demanded Mr. Armstrong's
picture. For the first time in the 18 years of this work, he has
finally consented. Here are four pages of pictures of Mr. and
Mrs. Armstrong, faculty and students, and the campus of
Ambassador College." There were thirty separate pictures -- mostly
of faculty members, students, and campus scenes.


Why Picture Finally Published

I remember how it came about that my picture appeared. For many
years I had not even permitted a picture to be taken of me. If
anyone came around with a camera, I ducked, dodged, or ran. But
when Mrs. Armstrong and I went to Europe in 1947, it was
obligatory that passport photos be taken.
We had arrived in Washington, D.C., one morning. We had to
obtain passports and visas, and take the train next afternoon for
New York. We hurried, first thing that morning in Washington, to
a photograph studio for passport photos. We had to have these
before applying for passports.
Those photographs were more than four years old by November,
1951. But they were all I had, except a few camera shots I had
finally allowed to be snapped after our first college
commencement exercises on June 15 of that same year.
WHY did I refuse, prior to this time, to be "shot" by a
camera -- or to have my picture published? No scriptural reason,
certainly. It was merely my own personal feeling in the matter.
I reasoned this way: God had called me to preach His
gospel -- not show off my person. It was Christ's MESSAGE I sought
to focus attention on -- not myself. In my preconversion years I
had been vain, egotistical, conceited. I knew full well that God
had brought me low, especially in an economic way -- to crush out
the ego, and to bring humility. Consequently, from the time of
conversion, I did my best to keep down the SELF.
But WHAT, then, changed the attitude -- induced willingness to
allow pictures to be published? It was a letter I received from a
radio listener. I can't quote that letter word for word -- but it
said, in effect: "What have you got to hide, Mr. Armstrong? Why
do you refuse to let us listeners know what you look like? Are
you trying to cover up something? Suppose you attend a church
service, and the pastor HIDES behind the pulpit. Suppose he lets
the congregation hear his voice, but he hides his face. Wouldn't
you get suspicious? Wouldn't you think he was covering up
something? When I go to church, I want to SEE what the preacher
looks like, as well as to listen to his sermon. A man's character
shows in his face. Are you ashamed of yours? WHY WON'T YOU
PUBLISH YOUR PICTURE?"
THAT DID IT!
I simply could not answer that man's argument any way except
to let him -- and all our readers -- know what I looked like. So, in
this November, 1951, Good News, I came "out of hiding," so to
speak!


AT LAST! Publishing Monthly

The results of the college were beginning to show. Without it the
work never could have expanded much beyond its status in the
forties.
In 1952, for the first time in our history, we were able to
publish a sixteen-page magazine every month -- twelve full issues!
e rapid development of students -- and, now, our first
graduates -- made this possible. Ten of these issues were of The
Good News. But the June and August numbers were The Plain Truth.
The very first time that any articles, written by someone
other than myself, appeared in The Plain Truth, was the issue of
August, 1952. Reporting from London, articles were published
under the by-lines of Richard D. Armstrong and Herman L. Hoeh.
In a sense, that was the very BEGINNING of the larger,
regularly published Plain Truth of today.
The following month The Good News was published. The lead
article, starting on the front cover, was by Richard D.
Armstrong, written from Paris. This number contained also an
article written from Frankfurt, Germany, by Herman L. Hoeh.
This was the first tour abroad taken by Ambassador
graduates. It was the high-spot of Dick Armstrong's life, up to
that time.


Speaking Like a Native

For years, seeing Paris had been the great dream of my son Dick's
life. He had taken his preliminary work in the French language
while in high school at Eugene, Oregon.
One policy I had been determined to set for Ambassador
College had to do with teaching foreign languages. I wanted them
taught so thoroughly that a student would learn to speak the
language he pursued precisely as that language is spoken natively
in its own country -- without any accent whatever.
French has always been taught here by men who grew up in
France or French-speaking Switzerland. Dick took to French as a
duck takes to water.
Actually we have learned that some students have the "knack"
of adapting themselves to a foreign language. Others have no such
aptitude, and probably could never learn to speak such a language
natively -- unless they had started learning at about age six.
Under old Professor Mauler-Hiennecey, Dick became very
proficient after his four college years. It was the fulfillment
of his life's dream when, near graduation time, 1952, he learned
he was really going to be sent to Paris after graduation.
Dick still had enough "boy" in him to want to see if he
could pass himself off in France as a native Frenchman. In Paris
he bought a beret, dressed like a Frenchman, and sallied forth to
see if he would be accepted as a native.
He was! It was a great thrill to him.
Later, in 1954, Mrs. Armstrong and I were being driven by
Dick in his British Hillman-Minx car from Paris to Luxembourg to
visit our radio station there. It was a hot afternoon. Mrs.
Armstrong and I were thirsty, so we decided to stop at the next
town for a Coca-Cola. Dick drove us up to a soft-drink parlor. He
needed to fill the fuel tank with petrol, so he let us out saying
he would join after gassing up.
In the soft-drink parlor we had a terrible time making the
proprietor understand what we wanted. Coca-Cola may be
"everywhere," as their commercials and advertisements say, but
this Frenchman simply could not understand our way of saying it.
Finally I pointed to a Coca-Cola sign I found on a wall. He
nodded assent and served us.
In five or ten minutes Dick drove up, parked outside, and
strolled in. He began talking to the proprietor.
"I don't understand!" said the proprietor, in French. "You
are a Frenchman; these people seem to be your parents -- but they
are Americans; and your car is English with a British tag on it.
It's all confusing!" he exclaimed with a French shrug.
He was SURE that Dick was a Frenchman! Then how could
Americans be his parents? All this gave Dick very great
satisfaction. And me, too -- for here I had EVIDENCE that
Ambassador College taught French so students could speak it
natively, without accent!


Chapter 60
A Giant Leap to Europe!

WE NEED, now, to go back a few years, to fill in some
interesting parts of the story concerning the opening of
Ambassador College in Pasadena.
The reader will remember that a few of the church members at
Eugene opposed the founding of the college. When I signed the
lease-and-option contract to purchase the first
two-and-one-quarter-acre block of our college campus, they
screamed "Armstrong extravagance!"


SAVING by "Extravagance"

And yet, we were actually being paid $100 per month for the
privilege of becoming owner of this $100,000 estate!
Here is how it worked out. Our office staff had finally
enlarged at Eugene to a payroll of fifteen people. The office
space had expanded until we were paying $350 per month rent. Also
I was having to spend money for the broadcast line between my
office and Portland -- and also for the frequent trips then
necessary to Hollywood for recording. But, most of all, the fees
for recording were running up to several hundred dollars per
month.
When the new college was opened I went, for a few months at
first, from Pasadena to Hollywood to record the program. But
within a very short time we had remodeled the northwest corner of
the second floor of our library-classroom building into our own
radio studio. We purchased two secondhand recording lathes. My
son Dick became our first radio studio operator. We began making
our own recordings. The only cost, now, was the slight amount of
electric power, and the cost of the blank acetate discs.
The savings -- actual reductions in necessary expenditures for
operation of the broadcast work -- amounted to $1,100 per month!
That figure I do remember -- definitely!
Out of that saving we paid the $1,000 per month payments on
the property, and came out $100 per month to the good!
It was one or two years after we began doing our own
broadcast recording in our own studio that tape recording came
along. The more cumbersome electrical transcription method was
made obsolete. We purchased two good quality tape recorders at
the start. Later we installed the large top-quality Ampex
recorders -- the same equipment used in large network headquarters.
Gradually, as the number of stations increased, more and more of
these had to be added.
The radio studio served also as a classroom for students.


Plain Truth Resumed Monthly

During 1952, you will remember, for the first time in the history
of this work, we had been able to publish a sixteen-page magazine
every month. Ten of those were The Good News, which had been
introduced as a temporary stopgap, written and edited by students
as well as myself.
The radio log published in the January, 1953, issue shows
that we were by then on eleven radio stations. We had gone back
on two more of the superpower border stations -- XELO and XERB,
beside XEG. The number of stations was growing gradually. Every
phase of the work was growing.
During the year 1953 we were able to publish a 16-page
magazine every month except December. The first five issues were
all of The Good News. However, by this time Herman L. Hoeh, my
son Dick, Roderick C. Meredith and others had graduated, and had
sufficient experience writing articles that I felt there was no
need to continue The Good News as a college magazine for
co-workers, substituting for The Plain Truth, any longer.
Beginning the June number, 1953, I began once again to offer
The Plain Truth, over the air, to all listeners. I now had the
editorial help of a handful of college graduates and advanced
students. So, it might be said that the present subscription list
of The Plain Truth actually began with the issue of June, 1953.


Broadcast to Europe

But some very tremendous leaps of progress were taken with the
broadcasting program during 1953.
Beginning the first Thursday in that year, which was January
1, The World Tomorrow leaped to EUROPE. The door of the most
powerful radio station on earth swung open. The same gospel Jesus
Christ taught His disciples went to Europe with power for the
first time in eighteen and one-half centuries!
That gospel was first preached by the Apostle Peter on the
day of Pentecost, A.D. 31. Nineteen years later, A.D. 50, "A
DOOR" was opened to the Apostle Paul to preach that gospel in
Europe for the first time.
Just as a DOOR was opened for the gospel to go to Europe, in
the first century, after nineteen years, so a DOOR was opened for
the same gospel to go to Europe in our time, after nineteen
years!
For the past few years, as I now write in January, 1964, I
have been assuming we started on Radio Luxembourg on the first
MONDAY in 1953. Looking into the radio log of The Good News for
February, 1953, I am reminded that we did not get to start on the
medium wave band, known as 208, on Radio Luxembourg at that time.
That came later. We started on a long-wave band, and the time was
4:15 to 4:45 p.m., Thursdays.
The lead front-page article in that February number was
captioned "NOW ON THE AIR -- OVER ALL EUROPE!"
Another article reported that on the preceding December 20
(1952), five young ministers had been fully ordained.
Then it was reported in the next paragraph, that two more of
our young ministers "will be fully ordained following their
graduation from the college January 30, 1953."
When it was written only five had been ordained. But, before
the magazine was printed and reached its readers, the other two
also had been ordained.
Was I crazy to start a liberal arts coeducational college?
There was no fund of several million dollars for such a project.
There was no fund of even several hundred dollars. For this
purpose, there was no fund -- period! At all!


What There Was -- and Wasn't

There was no endowment. There was no sponsoring philanthropist.
There was opposition. There were obstacles. They piled up
mountain high. There were problems, seemingly unsolvable.
But there was something else. There was vision. There was
clear and definite realization of the imperative need. And there
was faith and determination; a sense of mission, a fired-up zeal
and energy that refused to be defeated or to quit.
I think most anyone would say that a man would be either
crazy or a fool to attempt to found a college under those
circumstances. It costs money to operate a college. No college
can finance its operations by income from tuitions and fees.
These pay for only a part -- and often a small part -- of the costs
of conducting a college.
State colleges and universities are financed by the taxes of
the people. Privately owned colleges are financed by large
endowments, and contributions from successful and prosperous
alumni, by foundations, and commercial or industrial corporations
who have an interest in what such colleges can do for them.
We had to pay taxes, not receive them. That is, until the
college was established, incorporated, and recognized by the
state a few years later. Then we were granted tax exemption on
properties used exclusively for college educational purposes. We
had no endowment or hope of any. We had no alumni, wealthy or
otherwise. No large business corporations had any interest in
supporting our kind of college.
We had a radio broadcast -- but that cost money. We had
nothing to sell, made no appeal for contributions. Rather we
constantly offered absolutely FREE literature. We published a
monthly magazine -- whenever funds permitted, only it was not
coming out monthly then, because funds did not permit! There was
no subscription price -- no advertising revenue.
Here we had no visible source of income. No one owed us
anything. We had no accounts receivable. We were on the giving
end, with no assurance except faith there would be anything to
give.
You might try this experiment. Go interview one hundred
college or university presidents. Briefly state the circumstances
given above. Ask each what he would think of any man who would
attempt to found a new college -- especially a man who was devoid
of any experience whatsoever as an educator -- under those
conditions. I'm quite sure every appraisal -- if each college
president did not call you a fool for even asking such a
question -- would be that such a man would be either an idiot, a
fool, or insane.


WHY the College Succeeded!

But, of course, there is one other factor. One I'm equally
certain none of these college presidents would grasp.
This is the WORK OF GOD! And the work of God required a
college.
That statement, too, would, of course, be foolishness to
such men. I knew there had to be the college or GOD'S WORK could
not grow. Therefore I knew it was God's will. And if it were His
will, I had the power of the limitless UNIVERSE back of it! I had
the assurance of FAITH!
During our first college year, early in 1948, I attended a
convention of the college and university presidents of the
nation, in Chicago. Beside general plenary sessions, there were
morning and afternoon special group meetings most days, during
the convention. I attended the meetings of the group devoted to
study and discussion of college financing -- attended mostly by
presidents, with a few controllers or business managers, of
privately owned institutions.
I already knew that most privately owned colleges faced
extreme financial difficulties. These sessions put loud emphasis
on that knowledge. Many of these college heads were desperate.
All or nearly all wanted federal government aid, and devoted most
of the discussions to ideas and methods for obtaining it. For
several sessions I remained silent and listened. In the end,
however, I think I convinced them they didn't really want
government help after all. It would mean, inevitably, government
supervision, regulation and interference as well. When
government, big business, or foundations put large chunks of
money in a college, they first assure themselves that they are
buying policy-making prerogatives. The institution is no longer
free.
Ambassador College never has, and never will, sell out to
such influences. Ambassador College is not a Bible school. The
campuses are not "religious colleges." They are straight
educational liberal arts institutions. But they are guided by
GOD'S principles as those principles apply to general cultural
education. And they rely solely on GOD ALMIGHTY, in living faith,
as their sole source of financial support! Of course, we are well
aware that, if GOD sponsors and finances us, HE is going to
insist upon directing our policies -- just as human government,
corporations, or foundations see to it that they pretty largely
direct the policies of institutions they finance. We know well
that if Ambassador College departs from GOD'S ways and policies,
God's financial sponsorship will stop forthwith.
But that's precisely the way we want it! And that is the
real reason for the miraculous, almost incredible SUCCESS of
these institutions! God Almighty will back financially -- to an
extent almost beyond human belief -- any person or institution that
will place himself or itself unreservedly and vigorously under
His direction!
Now, of course, there have been
problems -- obstacles -- oppositions -- persecutions -- setbacks. It
hasn't been EASY! God doesn't make it easy to go His way. Jesus
Christ taught us to count the cost! We have to learn that God
does most things with us, and through us as His instruments. He
only does for us what we are utterly unable to do ourselves.
We have had to fight the way through! We have had to think,
to apply ourselves energetically, to drive ourselves on to the
limit of our capacity. In this sense, God has let us do it -- He
merely directed us! But He also empowered us where necessary, and
He brought about circumstances.
God has never rained money down from heaven. While HE
financed us, He has always done it through human instruments
willingly yielded, even at great personal sacrifice, to serving
Him -- and voluntarily -- with their tithes and offerings. Yet GOD
financed us! He did it through those He could use!
That is the secret of our success. It's the way to success
for anybody and everybody -- whether individual, or group, or
organization! And it has developed not only these campuses -- it
has developed those of us -- and in constantly increasing
numbers -- who are dedicated to this great WORK OF GOD!


The College Develops

I have already covered student participation in producing The
Plain Truth and The Good News, which became its temporary
substitute, from April, 1951, through May, 1953. This was the
real firstfruits of the college in the growing WORK OF GOD.
The growth of the GOSPEL work has directly paralleled the
development of Ambassador College! Without the college, the work
of thundering Christ's GOSPEL around the whole world could not
have been possible. It could never have gone around the world.
It was the development of the college in Pasadena that made
possible the growth of the whole gospel work!
The college in Pasadena started, remember, in October, 1947
with just four pioneer students. There were eight professors and
instructors. The second college year, 1948-49, there were seven
students. That was the half-time year. It was operate half-time
or give up and quit. Never would we do the latter.
The third school year, 1949-50, there were twelve
students -- eleven men and one girl. We felt we were now large
enough to organize, for the first time, a student council. This
was our first student organization.
For the year 1950-51, there were twenty-two students. The
fifth college year, 1951-52, there were thirty-two students. The
college was growing!


First Yearbook

At the close of the 1950-51 year, the students produced their
first "annual," or "yearbook," The Envoy. It contained thirty-six
pages -- counting the cover. Of course it was pretty thin, compared
to the "annuals" of larger, older, established colleges. But it
was a beginning. Today The Envoy is one of the finest published
by any college-grade institution anywhere -- a fine book with heavy
stiff covers, and printed in full color.
Where there is life, and spirit, and constant GROWTH, small
beginnings mean only a START. It was the same with The Envoy as
with every other phase of this dynamic, fast-growing work!
The 1952 Envoy did not grow in pages, but improved in
quality. Just as The Plain Truth had its struggle through the
early years, so did the student publication, The Envoy. The 1953
book was a BIG improvement, but we had to skip 1954 altogether.
However, the 1953 edition came out with a thick, heavy cover
for the first time. It was all black and white -- that is, black
ink only. But it contained sixty pages beside cover, and was a
much improved production. The 1955 edition went to sixty-eight
pages, and improved contents, especially the photography and art
work. The 1956 Envoy continued the improvement, with seventy-six
pages, but still black and white. By 1961 it reached two hundred
pages, a much finer cover, much improved photography and design,
and we were getting into color pages.


The Foreign Language Clubs

By the 1951-52 college year, extracurricular activities were
getting organized. That year three foreign language dinner clubs
were organized. These are dinner clubs, at which no English is
spoken -- only the language of each specific club. There was the
French Club, the German Club, and the Spanish Club.
They were initiated at Ambassador College in order to give
the students of each language the experience of speaking and
hearing that language outside of class -- in actual continuous
conversation -- to help them learn to express themselves fluently
in that tongue.
We in GOD'S WORK are commissioned to proclaim Christ's
original gospel to ALL NATIONS. We knew, then, that this would
require much printed literature in various languages, as well as
called and trained ministers experienced in speaking and
broadcasting fluently, and without broken accent, in the various
languages. This training began the very first college year -- but
the language dinner clubs began in 1951.
Other languages were later added to the curriculum at
Ambassador College.


The Ambassador Clubs

In February, 1953, Mr. Jack R. Elliott, then dean of students,
asked me if I would go with him as a guest to visit a
businessman's "Toastmasters' Club." These clubs are, I believe,
worldwide. They are evening dinner speech clubs. First, several
men are called on without advance notice to stand and discuss, in
one or two minutes, some topic assigned by the "table topics
chairman." Later there are a number of prepared speeches, usually
limited to about six minutes.
Mr. Elliott wanted to introduce speech clubs into Ambassador
College activities, patterned after these clubs, but with a few
variations adapted to our needs. We saw at once the value of such
an activity at Ambassador.
In February, 1953, the first of these clubs was organized
and under way. Our adaptation was called the Ambassador Club.
Soon there were two such clubs on the Pasadena campus, then
three, then four. In 1954, there were seven at the Pasadena
campus.
These clubs have done more to develop public-speaking
ability than any other activity. They are a most effective
addition to our regular courses in public speaking. They teach
men to think on their feet, develop personality and familiarity
with world events and many important topics.
Soon the first women's club was formed. These, too, have
continued to expand. I'm quite sure they are different, at
Ambassador, than any other women's clubs. They have a very
definite effect in the cultural development of our young women.


Campus Paper

About November, 1951, the students started the first campus
paper. It is called The Portfolio. It contains college news,
personal items about students, news of the progress of the work,
and a certain sprinkling of campus fun. It gives students
training in writing.
The Portfolio started crude and small -- mimeographed. In due
time it became a real printed campus paper of quality.


Comes the Ambassador Chorale

In the college year 1951-52 we had thirty-two students. In the
spring of that year, Mr. Leon Ettinger, director of the voice
department in the school of music, decided to organize the
students into a singing group, train them secretly at his home,
and then spring the whole thing on me as a surprise!
How they all kept the secret through many weeks of
rehearsals I'll never know. But they did.
At the annual spring concert of the music
department -- consisting of piano and vocal solo numbers by
students -- the whole group stood together, and to my amazement,
sang the Fred Waring arrangement of "The Battle Hymn of the
Republic" like veterans. Actually there was not a trained singer
among them -- but they had put their whole hearts and energies into
it through many weeks.
As Mr. Ettinger later wrote about it: "At that time we
scraped the bottom of the barrel to find talent. If you could put
two notes together on an instrument or sing a little song in
tune, you were on the program. When we gathered together all our
resources, we had twelve singers for our little chorus.
"We practiced faithfully for several months, always at
Ettinger's to keep it quiet, and at last the great day arrived.
At the end of the evening Mr. Ettinger announced that a new
musical organization had been formed, called the Ambassador
Chorale; and that, with Mrs. Ettinger at the piano, they would
sing 'The Battle Hymn of the Republic,' and that they were
dedicating this first performance anywhere to Mr. Herbert W.
Armstrong. The years have smoothed away any slight imperfections,
and we only remember that it was an absolute smash."
Actually, I remember, I was overcome with surprise, rather
choked with emotion, and unable to speak.
That was the beginning of one of our outstanding activities
at Ambassador College -- the Ambassador Chorale. From that small
beginning it has grown into a musical organization that I feel
would do credit to any college or university ten to twenty times
our size.


At Last! ABC Network!

In autumn, 1953, a new door was opened -- a national radio network.
For nineteen years the vision of broadcasting coast-to-coast over
a great national network had been a dream -- and a hope. At last it
was realized!
The November, 1953, Plain Truth carried this big-type,
full-page announcement:
"And now ... ABC NETWORK!"
The article said: "GOD now opens another door -- a very great
door! Perhaps this is the greatest news we have ever been
privileged to announce! Beginning Sunday, October 25, The World
Tomorrow went on one of the great major networks, ABC,
transcontinental! This means millions of new listeners every
week. It means tremendous prestige. It means approximately ninety
additional radio stations. THINK OF IT! -- ninety additional radio
stations -- including the great basic 50,000-watt ABC stations in
New York, Chicago, San Francisco, Buffalo, and other major
cities." There followed the log of the ninety stations, taking
the remaining two thirds of the page. There was a two-page map
showing the location and area of coverage of each
station -- blanketing the United States.
Of course, this network broadcasting was Sunday only! We had
learned by experience that it was the DAILY broadcasting that was
really effective. Of course, that was impossible over a network.
But the network was a TREMENDOUS step forward.


Chapter 61
Our First Experience with Television

BY 1955 television had become the popular craze in the
United States. That year there were some forty three million
television sets in the United States. That year the manufacture
of television sets hit an all-time peak in the U.S. -- 7,800,000
sets manufactured.
Suddenly we became frightened. Almost in a panic, we decided
to make a frantic dash to put The World Tomorrow on
television -- before radio went completely dead.


Rise of Television

Television has been referred to by the term "one-eyed monster."
Millions of people spend four, six, or eight hours a day looking
into a television screen.
I first remember radio in about 1920 or 1921. I was still in
the advertising business in Chicago, then. But the primitive
radio sets of that time that come vaguely, in blurred focus, to
my memory were little "wireless" sets heard only through
earphones.
My earliest memory of radio, as it is today, however, dates
back to 1932. At that time I was advertising manager of a daily
newspaper in Astoria, Oregon. It was the very depth of the Great
Depression. It had become necessary to trade advertising space
for merchandise. Money, as a medium of exchange, was too scarce.
I had traded advertising space for a portable radio set. It was
rather large in size, for a portable. But it would receive
stations from greater distances than any I have ever had since.
When we moved back to Salem, Oregon, in February 1933, and I
reentered the ministry, I began, for the first time, to listen to
some radio religious broadcasts.
At that time I never even remotely contemplated going on the
air myself. But when I heard that time was open on our little
local station in Eugene, in October, 1933, I seized the
opportunity. That led to the broadcasting of The World Tomorrow,
starting the first Sunday in 1934.
HOW SUDDENLY have these inventions sprung up! WHAT A DOOR
Jesus Christ has opened, that HIS MESSAGE may go boldly to the
world for the first time in 18½ centuries!
Even in the year 1930 there were comparatively few radio
sets in America. But by 1934 most United States homes had radio.
And THAT VERY YEAR that we started on the
air -- 1934 -- TELEVISION WAS INVENTED!
Think of it! Television, so common everywhere today, was not
even invented until the very year The World Tomorrow STARTED ON
RADIO!
My first memory of television was at radio station KNX, the
CBS network headquarters in Hollywood, in 1942. The CBS network
was giving a rather elementary demonstration of television -- still
in the experimental stages. They then hoped to be broadcasting
television after the end of the war.
We moved into our home in Pasadena in July, 1947. There were
very few television sets in use then -- but television was in
operation on the air.
The sets at that time were mostly little nine-inch screens.
I bought one because I knew it would be developed, and felt I
needed to keep abreast of progress. If it became popular like
radio, I felt we might need to put the program on television.
At that time there was no network television. There were two
local stations in Los Angeles -- KTLA (still on), and one other,
which was then difficult to tune in at our home. The KTLA
programs were all local programs. There was local wrestling, and
other purely local programs.
The BIG shows, then, were still on radio over the national
networks. Actually the image orthicon pickup tube was not
developed until 1946 by RCA. The first network television,
transcontinental, was inaugurated September 4, 1951. By 1952 we
were getting several of the so-called BIG SHOWS, with the top
radio talent now on television, coast to coast via the networks.
With the advent of these big-time network shows, television
began to sweep the nation. In 1950 there were seventy-four
million television sets in the United States. But the one year of
1955 saw the record production of 7,800,000 sets.


We Race to Television

By 1955 the big-name network shows had all left radio for
television and were almost monopolizing nighttime entertainment
in America. The motion picture business was on the skids. The
first of the notorious big-money quiz shows, The $64,000
Question, attracted television audiences above sixty million
people.
This, and one other circumstance, conspired to give us the
jitters. We had learned that it was the EVERYNIGHT, or daily
broadcasting, seven days a week, which proved really effective.
We were spending BIG MONEY, now, on coast-to-coast network
radio -- Sunday only -- one program a week. This once-a-week radio
was not producing results commensurate with the DAILY
broadcasting over the superpower stations. At that time we were
on superpowerful WLS, Chicago, seven times per week. Also on the
equally powerful WWVA, West Virginia, and we had been for some
years broadcasting EVERY NIGHT on the superpower Mexican border
stations. The mail response from the Sunday ONLY network
broadcasting, per dollar spent, was very low by comparison with
the DAILY broadcasting on these super-power stations.
There were two reasons for that. One was the fact of the
DAILY broadcasting -- the other the fact that MOST of the ABC
stations we were using were comparatively small-powered stations.
I had found that a BIG-powered station, while it may cost two to
four times as much, will bring a mail response from ten to fifty
times greater than small stations.
But the main cause of our fears was the fear of television.
It seemed that everybody was turning to television. It began to
look like radio would soon be a thing of the past.
All these factors caused us to decide to plunge, quickly,
into television. I issued advance notice of cancellation of the
Sunday network broadcast.
Our advertising agent of that time brought in an associate,
who was some kind of production manager at the new Television
City plant of CBS, Hollywood. He was engaged as our
director-producer.
Today television is using TAPE for TV recording. But at that
time it had to be on FILM.
Suddenly I found that I was IN THE MOVIES!


So, "We're in the Movies, Now!"

The campus paper, The Portfolio, for April 21, 1955, carried a
front-page story about our sudden rush to get on television.
It stated: "The nation is going crazy over television!
Millions of viewers are sitting hunched in their TV chairs for
many hours each day. They're forgetting about God's
message -- forgetting about the rocking, reeling world they live
in -- DRUGGING their minds with lethargy.
"And so," the story continued, "the truth of God will be
THUNDERED at them right from their own TV sets!
"Mr. Armstrong announced that the first World Tomorrow
program will be seen over channel KLOR, Portland, Oregon, within
a few more weeks."
Continuing, the campus paper stated: "Planning far in
advance, Mr. Armstrong said production will begin within a very
few weeks, with other TV stations being added as fast as God
provides the way.
"The supreme, all-important turning point has been reached!
God's work must make a shift from one medium of circulation to
another. It will be no easy task."
And it certainly was NO EASY TASK!
The programs would have to be filmed at a Hollywood motion
picture studio. There would have to be "sets." First, under
direction of our producers, an artist was engaged to sketch a
picture, and draw plans for these sets. We decided on two
sketches.
First was a sort of stage, with a podium, and a large globe
of the world suspended from the ceiling, hanging in the
background. This would be emblematic of the world tomorrow! The
second stage setting would be that of a private study, with
bookcases, and an office desk. For this we used the same desk I
had used as my desk in my office in Eugene, Oregon -- and was still
using in Pasadena.
For the first set, we transported one of our semi-concert
grand Steinway pianos from the college music department.
After receiving and approving the sketches, the sets were
constructed in Hollywood. Meanwhile I began work on planning the
type of program, and the format.
As we got into production on the first three or four
programs, we began to use more and more "film stock" -- that is,
news-events motion picture film obtained from the NBC film
library in New York, to illustrate the speaking message, and
after the first few programs, we dropped all singing from the
program.


A Lion on the Campus

Our original idea for a format to put the program on the air was
to show one or two views of our magnificently landscaped campus,
as the announcer's voice announced "From the beautiful campus of
Ambassador College, in Pasadena, California, its President,
Herbert W. Armstrong, brings you the real meaning behind today's
world news, with the PROPHECIES of the WORLD TOMORROW!"
Then, as the announcer's voice moved into the words "with
the PROPHECIES of the WORLD TOMORROW," the scene was to shift to
another picture on our grounds, showing a little girl leading a
big lion and a little lamb -- as a picture (Isa. 11:6-7) of tame
animals in tomorrow's world.
Later we discarded this beginning, too. But we did start out
with it.
But HOW were we going to show an actual motion picture of a
big lion, being led by a little girl, and with a lamb alongside?
THIS HAD TO BE PHOTOGRAPHED! And there are no tame lions, TODAY.
There will be, tomorrow. But we had no time-machine to project
ourselves into the future, take motion pictures, and then come
back to the year 1955!
Immediately I thought of the famous MGM lion, so often shown
in motion pictures. Our producers were able to obtain the use of
this lion, for a fee, of course. He was big, powerful looking,
kingly. And he was almost tame -- ALMOST, but we dared not trust
that he was altogether tame!
This lion -- a real lion, in the flesh! -- was brought by his
trainers over to the Ambassador College campus, and allowed to
walk out of his cage in his big truck, and on the grounds, in
front of Mayfair, one of our girls' student residences. He surely
seemed tame. But his trainer explained that he was neither tired
nor altogether tame -- he was just LAZY!
We had to obtain a permit from the City of Pasadena to have
him there.
But, in planning this, we had to decide HOW we could
photograph a helpless lamb beside this big beast, and a little
girl leading. We decided not to risk it. Our motion-picture
producers said we could do it with trick double-photography.
The producers decided the little girl must be a professional
child actress. I think union requirements had something to do
with this. They obtained the girl and the lamb. We photographed
the lion, coached by his trainer to move slowly toward the
camera. Then, after the lion was again safely in his cage, and
with the camera securely locked in the same exact position in its
tripod, we had the little girl and the lamb walk toward the
camera, and a foot or two beside the spot where the lion had
walked. Later the film editor blended the two together, so that,
when it appeared on the TV screens in broadcast, we had the
picture of the little girl leading the ferocious lion and the
gentle little lamb.
Yes, WE WERE IN THE MOVIES, NOW!
By the time we had the first few telecasts finished, on
motion picture film, sound track and all, we managed to obtain
time on TWELVE television stations. So, once again, our organized
BEGINNING on television, like so many other beginnings, started
out with TWELVE. We didn't plan it to be twelve. It just happened
that was the number of stations, coast to coast, in the cities
and areas we wanted, which opened to us. Also, by the time we
obtained that number, we hit the limit of our budget!
Later we were on thirteen stations -- adding Hawaii -- but we
started with twelve.


Camera Jitters

I think I should record, here, something of my personal
experience in performing in front of professional motion picture
cameras.
Emphatically, I did not take to it as a duck takes to water.
Trying to preach a sermon before a cigarette-smoking
Hollywood crew of about nineteen people -- cameramen, electricians,
sound men, script girl, directors, helpers -- a full crew, with two
television cameras trained on me -- well, it proved a NIGHTMARE!
Actually, once the bright klieg lights were turned on me, I
was almost blinded, and I could see little in front of me except
blackness. The powerful lights were shining straight into my
face!
On our first day of "shooting" in the Hollywood studio, we
were scheduled to go through three whole programs on the one full
day of "shooting."
When our announcer, Art Gilmore, announced me, I walked out
to the podium. I began to try to talk. I did try! But it was no
go! Just before this I had been made nervous and a little
irritated by the fact our director brought a make-up man into my
dressing room, and announced I had to wear make-up.
"What!" I exclaimed, indignantly, "Me wear make-up? Never in
a million years!"
"You'll have to, Mr. Armstrong," replied the director
soothingly. "Everyone does who appears on motion picture film."
"Let movie actors wear all the false faces and make-up they
wish," I replied defiantly. "But I'm not a movie actor, and I
won't wear make-up."
"But, Mr. Armstrong," pursued the director, "this is only to
make you LOOK, on the television sets, perfectly natural. Your
face won't look natural, as the cameras show it, unless we do put
on make-up. We only do it to make you look as if you DID NOT have
anything on your face."
They simply were not going to start shooting until I gave
in. Finally, on promise I could try it later without make-up, I
consented to let the make-up man start chalking up my face.
But I was nettled by it. The whole thing was a totally NEW
experience to me. I felt that every one of that television crew
in the studio was naturally hostile to what I was going to say. I
decided I would talk to THEM, and challenge them as my skeptics!
Finally I did, and found afterward that, far from being hostile,
many of them were quite interested in what I had to say. They had
never heard anything like it before. But it didn't happen that
day.


A Nerve-shattering Experience

I made false start after false start. Through the morning I
struggled with it. The director tried to help me concentrate and
get going. But nothing seemed to help.
During noon hour there was no time to drive back over to
Pasadena. The producers had arranged an apartment in a nearby
bungalow-hotel for Mrs. Armstrong and me, where she could prepare
a lunch that would help quiet my nerves and leave me alert for
the afternoon's work. I had lemon juice, I remember. I also tried
to get in a brief nap.
The afternoon was no better. By day's end, we had shot and
wasted a lot of expensive film -- out of which the film editor was
able afterwards to piece together enough usable footage to make
the first half-hour telecast. I never did think it was any
good -- but it brought a huge response from listeners.
I do not now remember details of these events as well as I
do those happenings when I was a boy. But it seems to me that we
had to engage these movie crews, and the studio, for three
straight days at a time.
It was frightfully expensive. We were trying to reduce this
production expense by shooting three programs per day. I had to
have the first NINE programs all ready -- in brief notes, and other
material -- before we even started this actual production.
But that first day we salvaged just ONE program out of a
hard and nerve-shattering day's work. As I remember it, we did a
little better the second day -- I think we completed TWO programs,
and got to our quota of three on the third day.


High Cost of Television Production

I suppose most of my readers know little or nothing about the
cost of PRODUCING a half-hour television program. At that
time -- 1955 -- the average half-hour evening show on any one of the
three big networks was costing between $30,000 and $35,000 for
production. That means JUST TO PUT IT ON FILM. Then the purchase
of station time for broadcasting came extra. That, also, on a
major network, averaged about $35,000 for the half hour. Total
cost, about $70,000 for each weekly half-hour show. That is what
the sponsors of the big shows were spending.
We had estimated that, by shooting three programs per day,
we could produce The World Tomorrow for television at around $900
per program. But that was mere wishful thinking. That first
program cost over $2,500 to produce. Later we did get production
costs down to around $2,000.
Of course the heaviest item of expense on the big
entertainment shows is the high fees paid the stars. Many
television stars were paid $6,000 for their acting in just one
half-hour show. Lesser stars and supporting actors and actresses
were paid from $500 to $3,000 -- depending on how big a name they
had. Of course, they go in for very expensive "sets" -- with often
several sets for a single show.
Perhaps the lowest-cost production of all was a show like
The $64,000 Question, and similar quiz shows. There were no
stars, except the master of ceremonies, and staff members, none
of whom drew down the fabulous fees of the big stars.
We had succeeded in obtaining reasonably good times for The
World Tomorrow on a number of very fine stations. In New York we
were on the ABC network station, WABC, channel 7. The hour was
late -- 11:30 p.m. But that does not seem so late, in New York, as
it would be for viewers in Kansas City, where people go to bed
earlier. Later we switched to WPIX in New York -- a station which
had a very big viewing audience.
In Chicago we were also on the ABC network station, WBKB,
channel 7. Our time there was not so good -- 9:00 a.m. Sunday. In
Los Angeles we were on KTLA, channel 5, at 10:30 p.m.
It was impossible for our type program to obtain time during
the "PRIME TIME" hours of 7:00 p.m. to 10:00 p.m. But we did
obtain the 10:30 p.m. spot on KLZ, channel 7, Denver; KOVR,
channel 13, San Francisco-Stockton; KTNT, channel 11,
Tacoma-Seattle, Washington; KMBC, channel 9, Kansas City; KGMB,
Honolulu; and KCMC, channel 6, Texarkana.
We had even a better time, 9:30 p.m., in Portland, Oregon,
on KLOR, channel 12. Also we were on KPRC, channel 2, Houston,
Texas, and on stations in Tyler, Texas, and Hutchinson, Kansas.
Our ratings, as shown by the principal rating agencies,
showing approximate size of viewing audiences, were extremely
HIGH.
Most religious programs on television were rated, on the
regular rating systems, below one point. Ratings were 0.3, or
0.7, etc. The best known prime-time big network entertainment
shows had ratings averaging in the 20s and 30s. A rating of, say,
32, was excellent and considered well worth $70,000 to the
sponsor. It meant approximately 32 million people viewing the
program.
Programs like "Meet the Press," though probably much more
worthwhile, did not have as many listeners as Bob Hope, Jack
Benny, Red Skelton, and big-time entertainment shows. Even at our
late hour, we had a higher rating in some cities than "Meet the
Press." On stations like Portland, Seattle, and Kansas City, we
had ratings of around 10 and 11, indicating ten to twenty times
as many viewers as most religious television programs.
In Kansas City, at the time, the Steve Allen Show, then at
the height of its popularity, was shown at 9:30 p.m. and The
World Tomorrow at 10:30 p.m. -- a much poorer time. Yet we slightly
topped it in ratings.
Our mail response was big, considering the number of
stations -- only 12. It was bigger than from similar radio
broadcasts -- but television was so much more costly, we felt it
had to bring a much heavier mail response, to justify its heavier
cost. Actually, even with only twelve stations, The World
Tomorrow was being viewed by a million or more people -- perhaps
two or three million. We were delivering a dynamic message in
power to a huge audience, who were not only hearing -- but also
seeing -- for a full half-hour.
If I told you the total cost, including the production of
the master film (low-cost copies were sent out to each station)
and the charge for station time, I suppose some of our readers
would think it was EXCESSIVE extravagance. But it was not!
Stop a moment and figure. If, in 1964 you sent a message to
someone on a 4 cents (in the U.S.A.) postal card, you would never have
called that extravagance. If you sent a million postal cards to a
million people, just figure the cost -- forty thousand dollars! And
that is lowest-cost ECONOMY!
A near as I remember, without checking 30-year-old records
at our accounting department, we paid about an average of $300
per station for the half-hour broadcast -- a total of about $3,600,
plus about $2,000 for production cost -- total, NOT $40,000, as
postal cards would cost, but ONLY $5,600 -- less than one seventh
as much as those small postal cards!



Chapter 62
The Crossroads -- TV or Radio?

THE YEAR was now 1955. The World Tomorrow was on television,
coast to coast in the United States -- and in Hawaii (it was not
yet a state). But it was a harassing experience.
Actually, this whole work had reached a crossroads.


Shift to Television

I have related how, by the spring of 1955, television had made
such a leap in popularity in the United States that we became
frightened. It began to look as if radio was going dead. Unless
we shifted immediately to television, it began to appear that
this work of God would go dead.
The decision was made. We entered a crash program to get on
television -- QUICK!
But we were to learn as the weeks passed by that we were
still at the crossroads. Television was not the road to take.
Three factors became distressingly plain about television
broadcasting. The cost was greater than we were really prepared
to meet. Second, it was only a ONCE-A-WEEK telecast. And third,
this telecast was absorbing almost 100 percent of my personal
time and energy. It was a nerve-shattering experience to keep up
with the type of programming we were doing. I was having to
neglect other top-level responsibilities -- and, if this kept up,
it threatened the future growth of the entire work.
But at the same time, another factor developed. As the weeks
and months sped by, during that latter half of 1955, we began to
realize that radio was not dead, after all.
Of course, the big-time network shows had all left radio and
gone over to television. But people were still listening to
radio. We checked and found that radio sets were being sold in
greater volume than television. In 1955, about 14,500,000 radio
sets were manufactured, and 7,800,000 television sets.
Many people were beginning to buy two, three, or four radio
sets per home -- placing sets in bedrooms, kitchens and other
rooms, while the average home had only one television set.
The trend has been maintained since.


The Crossroads Solution

Yes, in the work of God in broadcasting Christ's own gospel to
the world, we had reached a crossroads.
Once-a-week network radio, paying for so many small-power
stations with only one broadcast per week, had not proved
effective. Believing television was totally replacing radio, we
had made the plunge into television. But it was too costly for
our income at that time; it was once a week only and we had
learned that we had a type program that needed to be aired daily;
we were on only thirteen television stations; it was, under the
type programming we were doing, proving too strenuous for me and
monopolizing all my time.
And, on top of all these points against continuing on
television, we were learning that RADIO WAS NOT DEAD AT ALL.
We had not gone off radio. We had canceled out the
once-a-week network, and a few of the once-a-week 50,000-watt
radio stations we were using in addition. But we were still
broadcasting The World Tomorrow on a daily basis on superpower
WLS, Chicago, WWVA, Wheeling, West Virginia, the powerful border
stations XEG, XELO and XERB, besides daily broadcasting in Los
Angeles, Portland and Seattle.
And we learned that about 99 percent of the income to pay
for all this costly television programming was coming from RADIO
listeners -- not television. Of course that was to be expected.
There is never any appeal for money on any World Tomorrow
program. There is no charge for any literature. There is no
solicitation for contributions, except to our own inner family of
co-workers who voluntarily, on their own initiative and without
original solicitation, have become co-workers.
Only an infinitesimal percent of listeners -- either radio or
television -- ever become co-workers and start sending in tithes
and offerings for this work the first few months after they begin
listening. This we well knew. We knew it would be three or four
years before any sizable number of newer viewers and listeners to
the television program would become co-workers -- for we would
never solicit this.
Truly, we had reached a crossroads decision. We had leaped
to television, but we soon learned that was not the road to go
from there.
The decision became obvious. Go back onto radio -- but
concentrate on putting The World Tomorrow on the major POWERFUL
radio stations, and ON A DAILY BASIS.
That was the road we took until the radio audience did
change listening habits.
As the weeks sped by, we found ways to improve the remaining
television programs. Our advertising agent, production director
and I flew to New York to arrange for the use of NBC film stock.
The one complete film library was owned by the National
Broadcasting Company. They had gotten the start on this even
prior to the earliest days of telecasting, and had developed a
film library so complete that other networks did not try to build
one of their own. It was less costly to rent what they wanted
from the NBC library.
We found the manager of this library very sympathetic toward
our problem. Arrangements were made so that we could have
virtually unlimited use of film stock from NBC.
Thus, if I were speaking about Hitler, the viewers would see
on the television screen pictures in motion of Hitler, while
hearing my voice. If I were talking about the alarming rise of
crime, the viewer would see motion pictures of a crime being
committed. After each of these sequences, the picture would flash
back to me, as I talked. When I read a passage of Scripture, a
portion of a page of a Bible would flash on the television
screen, with the passage I was reading underlined, and enlarged
big enough so viewers could read along with me as I read it.
Toward the end of our twenty-seven weeks of telecasting, I
began bringing certain men from the East to appear on television
with me in conversation, or as an interview. One was Montgomery
M. Green, a World War II intelligence officer in the United
States Navy. I interviewed him on the program about Russia's
super-secret weapons.
Another was Joseph Zack Kornfeder. He was an American, born
in Slovakia. Mr. Kornfeder had been a charter member of the
Communist Party in the United States. The Party sent him, in
1928, to receive special political education at the University of
Moscow. Later he became disillusioned with communism, defected,
and supplied United States officials with a great deal of
information about Communist secret plans. His wife and son were
held in Moscow as hostages, in retaliation. He gave our
television audience some startling facts about communism.


Leaving the Crossroads

But early in 1956 we left the crossroads dilemma behind. The road
to take was that of daily broadcasting on the more powerful major
radio stations in the United States.
We were still on Radio Luxembourg, world's most powerful
commercial station, at 11:30 p.m., Mondays. We were on the three
superpower bands of Radio Ceylon. From this we received
considerable mail from far-off Burma, Malaya and Singapore. Also
from India, Ceylon, and portions of eastern Africa. We were
broadcasting once a week over Radio Lourenço Marques, at the
border of the Republic of South Africa. By March, 1956, we were
broadcasting once a week over Radio Formosa.
April, 1956, saw a big improvement in The Plain Truth. It
was the first issue to come out with a real front cover. Until
then, the leading article always had started on the front cover.
That first pictorial cover was all black and white, and showed a
picture of the Library of Ambassador College. This front cover
design has been further improved since, beside adding color and a
heavier cover paper. Also that issue made another BIG jump
ahead -- it went to twenty-four pages. Until then, the Plain Truth
magazine had never gone beyond sixteen pages.
By August that year, we had made our first advance along the
new road of daily broadcasting on major radio stations. The ABC
network originating station in New York -- the 50,000-watt
WABC -- opened a daily week-night spot for The World Tomorrow. The
time was very late, 11:15 p.m., Monday through Saturday. But it
gave us one of the major big-power outlets in the United States'
biggest population center. The total listening area had a
population of some fifteen million people.
A month later we started on KARM, Sacramento, California,
with a good listening time nightly. This was the first daily
broadcasting in the central California area. By November, we were
back on the air in our original home-base city, Eugene,
Oregon -- and on the best local station, 5,000-watt KUGN, at the
prime listening time of 7:30 every night.
Also by November, 1956, we had started broadcasting in
Australia. At that time we had started on a small Australian
network of eight stations, including Sydney but none of the other
major cities. This was only once a week, at the start.


Another Plain Truth Improvement

With the February, 1957, issue, The Plain Truth made another
important advance. For the first time it came out in two colors!
In size, it continued with twenty-four pages. We were then
beginning to announce booklets in the Spanish language,
preparatory to Spanish-language broadcasting.
Progress was not rapid in adding important stations for
daily broadcasting. Daily broadcasting of a religious program had
never been done by the major top-ranking stations. It took time
to break the barriers of precedent and convince station managers
that The World Tomorrow was really top-quality programming -- and
that it was a top-rated program that would build a listening
audience, rather than lose listeners. But we were diligently
working on this new policy. By this time we had a large, more
aggressive advertising agency.
By July, 1957, we broke ice in St. Louis, Missouri, with
daily broadcasting for the first time there. We were now, also,
on the air on a network in the Philippines.
With the September number, that year, we published the first
installment of this Autobiography. At the time I expected it to
run for some six months to a year. But the response was such that
I continued the series for several years -- ultimately publishing
these volumes.
By September, 1957, The World Tomorrow took a really BIG
leap ahead. Only one more station was added at that time -- but it
was to prove our most responsive station -- the superpower WLAC,
Nashville, Tennessee. This great station cleared for us the
valuable time of 7 p.m., week nights. Then by December, 1957,
came the break-through in Denver. Station KVOD opened a good time
for The World Tomorrow -- seven nights a week.


New Policy Leaps Ahead

Beginning 1958, we added Radio Tangier International, and we were
broadcasting into Franco's Spain. We were now on Formosa's
powerful station beamed into China twice a week, and on Radio
Bangkok five times a week. Also on Radio Goa in India five times
a week. We now added Radio Okinawa, and two stations in South
America in the Spanish language, at Lima, Peru, and Montevideo,
Uruguay. At last the new broadcast policy was leaping ahead, all
around the world! By this time the radio log was taking a
one-half page in The Plain Truth.
In March, 1958, the giant Radio Luxembourg opened up to us
TWO broadcasts a week, and our British audience grew more
rapidly. During the summer and early fall of that year, daily
broadcasting was begun in Tulsa, Oklahoma, Pittsburgh,
Pennsylvania, and Springfield, Missouri. Eight more stations were
added in Australia, making sixteen -- but still once a week.
But by October, 1958, another major radio station, San
Francisco's great KGO, began broadcasting The World Tomorrow
every night.
The November, 1958, issue of The Plain Truth took another
leap ahead. With the first installment of The Bible Story by
Basil Wolverton, the magazine was enlarged from twenty-four up to
thirty-two pages.
The beginning of 1959 saw the work of God gaining momentum
fast. The World Tomorrow was now broadcast worldwide, on five
million watts of radio power weekly.
This was the 25th anniversary of this work. It was now
expanding everywhere as a major work, constantly multiplying in
power and scope. Its impact was being felt around the world. By
the end of 1959 the radio log was occupying nearly a full page in
The Plain Truth. From that time the policy of daily radio
broadcasting multiplied rapidly.
I have pursued the progress of the radio broadcasting and
the growth of The Plain Truth to the beginning of the decade of
the sixties. But this has brought us considerably beyond other
phases of this life story.



Chapter 63
First Evangelistic Campaign in British Isles

Now I should like to get back once again to the year 1952.
In recent chapters I have been covering the development of
Ambassador College, the growth of The Plain Truth, the progress
of the broadcast up to the ABC network transcontinental, on
through the television program, and the policy of daily
broadcasting.
But, after all, this is my autobiography -- the story of my
life. Of course, this great work of God into which the living
Christ plunged me actually is my life. The progress of the
college, the broadcasting, and the publishing are the activities
to which my life is devoted. But then, there is also the more
personal phase of these activities.


Getting to Europe

The second commencement at Ambassador College was held on Friday
afternoon, June 6, 1952. Our elder son, Richard David, whom we
always called Dick, received his B.A. degree that afternoon,
along with others.
Dick was a devout student of the French language, and a
great life-dream in his mind had been to travel in France and to
visit Paris. I had told him that I intended sending him there
after graduation, but somehow that seemed so impossibly distant I
don't think he ever let himself accept seriously the idea he
would really go.
Then one day in my car, probably in February 1952, driving
home from the college, I told him I was planning for him to go to
France as soon as he graduated. I remember how startled and
elated he was. For the first time, he realized that his dream of
seeing France was actually going to come true. Immediately he was
on Cloud Nine!
Then a week or so later it seemed as if the trip might have
to be called off, due to finances. But in the campus newspaper,
The Portfolio, dated March 13, 1952, the big headline across page
1 said: "Herman and Dick Will Take Trip." It had, by then, been
planned for Dick and Herman Hoeh to go together for a summer in
Britain, France, and Europe, to look into possibilities of
expanding the fast-growing work into Europe.
This story in the campus paper announced that tickets had
been purchased on a steamship line sailing from Quebec, Canada,
for Liverpool, England. Each of young men had made the trip
possible by managing to pay two thirds of the fare out of his own
pocket. Dick would take a portable tape recorder along, to send
back important interviews to be heard on the World Tomorrow
program. The graduation date had been advanced from June 8 to
June 6, so these two men could leave in time for the sailing,
June 11, for Liverpool.


Dick Drafted

Then something happened! The trip appeared to be canceled after
all! Dick received "greetings" from "Uncle Sam." He was ordered
to report for induction in the Army!
Our other men students had been given the classification of
4-D, as theological students. But Dick had not been converted
when the college started, and he had registered as a major in
electronics and in French. He had been in charge of the radio
studio when first installed. He had taken the full theological
course required of all students, but had not registered it as his
major. Consequently his Selective Service Board had not given him
the 4-D, but a deferred classification as a student.
Now he was about to graduate, his draft board sent him an
induction notice. Immediately I contacted the chairman of his
board. I learned that the matter had passed completely from this
board's jurisdiction the moment the induction notice had been
sent. During his college years Dick had been converted, baptized,
and was about to be put into the ministry full time, on
graduation. The board chairman said the board would have, under
those conditions, changed his classification to 4-D, but it was
now too late. It was out of their jurisdiction. The only possible
official who could now cancel the induction was the state
chairman of Selective Service at Sacramento.
The next day I was in Sacramento. I explained the
circumstances, and that passage had been purchased to send Dick
to France in the full-time ministry of the Church. I explained
that he was our only minister who could speak, read and write
French fluently. The Church had been waiting for his graduation
to open its work in France. Serious harm would come to the Church
if he were prevented from going.
Also I explained the unique, yet most thorough theological
training provided ministerial students at Ambassador.
On hearing the facts, the State selective headquarters not
only telephoned Pasadena to cancel Dick's induction and
reclassify him 4-D, but also sent notification to all other state
chairmen that Ambassador College in their judgment qualified
according to the meaning and intent of the Selective Service Act
as a recognized theological institution.
It was an eleventh-hour reprieve from the death of the trip
to France. Dick was to have appeared for induction the very next
morning. As it was, he was reclassified 4-D, and given draft
board approval to be absent from the United States and take the
trip to Britain and Europe.
They spent some time in London, both in educational and
theological research, and in checking every possible avenue for
expanding the work to Britain and Europe.
I do not know now whether it was in London, Paris, or at
Luxembourg, but they learned of the possibility of getting the
program on Radio Luxembourg, most powerful commercial radio
station in the world. On hearing this, I went immediately to New
York to contact the New York representative of this giant
station. And that, truly, was the beginning of getting the
gospel, which Christ Himself brought and preached, into Europe
and Britain!
While in London, they became acquainted with two brothers,
William and John Cordas-Cousins, manufacturers of machine tools,
whose sister we knew in Pasadena. In later years these brothers
were a great help to Dick in getting established, and the work
started, in London.
In Paris, where Dick spent a month of the summer, he found
that his French was very good -- without "foreign" accent. They
traveled through Germany, where they wrote articles on the
phenomenal upsurge postwar comeback of Germany. They also visited
Italy, and traveled as far as Belgrade, capital of Tito's
Yugoslavia.
Returning to Pasadena, Dick became associate instructor of
French at the college.


Radio Luxembourg Opens Door

In the fall of that year, time did finally open to us on Radio
Luxembourg. But it was altogether different from broadcasting to
an American audience. Luxembourg is a small country sandwiched in
between Germany, Belgium, and France -- and its powerful signal
heard in several other countries. Their very commercial life
depends on being careful in what NOT to allow to be said over
their powerful facilities. They allow NO political propaganda not
even any ALLUSIONS to anything political. And, in accepting
religious broadcasts, the station obviously enforces strict rules
that no offense is given to any religion or religious belief.
In speaking on biblical prophecy, dealing with today's world
events, we soon learned we had to become very familiar with their
policies, lest our analysis of today's world news be construed as
an allusion to things political.
November 22, 1952, was a historic day for us!
On that day I recorded the first broadcast for Radio
Luxembourg!
I have written many times about how Christ opened the giant
DOOR of Radio Luxembourg to proclaim HIS gospel to Europe
precisely nineteen years -- one time-cycle -- after the beginning of
the work in 1934. The door of radio first opened on the first
Sunday in 1934. Our first broadcast to Europe occurred the first
Thursday in 1953 -- the first week in January both times!
BUT WE DID NOT PLAN IT THAT WAY! GOD DID!
My November 22 recording was rejected by the station. A
second try was rejected. The third time I had finally come to
comprehend clearly the station policies -- and it was accepted! It
went on the air the first week in January, 1953!


Dick Returns to London

Our broadcasting on Radio Luxembourg, at first, was a 4:15 p.m.,
Thursday afternoon time. It was on a broadcast band that reached
almost all Europe, but did not bring a big response from England.
An English language program could be understood by only a small
minority of the people of Europe, where so many different
languages are spoken.
Nevertheless, it did bring letters from listeners. And soon
we were shifted to the 11:30 p.m. time on the well-known "208"
beamed directly over the British Isles.
Now it became necessary to make plans to handle the mail
response. Dick planned to return to London. First, we purchased a
car for him, through the British Rootes motorcar corporation.
Through their branch office in Beverly Hills, we purchased a
little compact car -- a Hillman-Minx -- to be delivered to Dick upon
arrival in London.
So, in February, 1953, Dick flew, alone, to London. There he
arranged for a London mail address, at that time known to
thousands all over Britain -- "BCM (British Crown Monomarks)
Ambassador, London, W.C.1."
He remained in London, handling the mail, until September,
when he returned to Pasadena. Old Professor Mauler-Hiennecy had
retired, and Dick now took over the French-language department at
the college.
The British Monomark office forwarded the mail direct to
Pasadena. Dick then began organizing the British and European
mailing list in our mailing office. The Plain Truth and all
requested literature had to be mailed to European listeners from
Pasadena. This was very unsatisfactory and had to be remedied as
soon as possible. But Dick was required in the classroom for that
college year, until a new French professor could be appointed.
In the spring of 1954, the British mail situation was
becoming desperate. We needed to establish an office in London.
We placed a request for a teacher of French with the teachers'
placement bureau in Los Angeles, and I appointed Dick to make the
selection.
Under most unusual circumstances Mr. Dibar K. Apartian, who
had been reared in French-speaking Geneva, and spent much time in
France, applied. Dick interviewed him.
"He's just the man we want," Dick told me. He was -- and still
is! Under Mr. Apartian the French department has grown into a big
operation. He became the "voice" of the French-language version
of The World Tomorrow. He is also editor of the French-language
Plain Truth.
On April 2, 1954, our dean, registrar, and professor of
science, Dr. Hawley Otis Taylor, died. He had completed seven
years, lacking two months, as head of the faculty at Ambassador
College. With Professor Mauler-Hiennecy also gone, our own
graduates were beginning more and more to fill up the faculty.
Dr. Taylor was seventy-seven years of age when he died. His last
seven years were devoted to helping establish the highest of
academic and scholarly standards at Ambassador.


We Revisit London

While Dick had been in Pasadena during the 1953-54 year, his
little Hillman-Minx car had been left in England with the
Cordas-Cousins brothers. In May, 1954, plans were laid for Dick
to return again to London -- this time with Roderick C. Meredith.
They sailed on the Queen Elizabeth June 16, to handle the British
and European mail and further the work overseas.
It was now time that I personally inspected that situation
abroad, where the work had now secured such a firm foothold. Mrs.
Armstrong and I sailed, August 5, 1954, on the new, fastest ship
in the world, the S.S. United States. We had now been on Radio
Luxembourg a year and a half. A large listening audience had been
built up. The mailing list had grown.
Our son Dick, with Roderick Meredith and the Cordas-Cousins
brothers, were standing on the dock at Southampton to greet Mrs.
Armstrong and me, as we debarked from the giant steamer United
States. We had made reservations at the Dorchester Hotel where we
had stayed on our 1947 visit. The Dorchester representative at
the Southampton docks arranged for transporting our steamer trunk
via the boat train to the hotel.
We loaded our hand luggage into the automobiles. I think
Roderick Meredith rode back to London with the Cousins brothers.
Mrs. Armstrong and I crowded ourselves into Dick's little
Hillman-Minx and Dick drove us to London.
A short distance out of Southampton Dick stopped at a small
teahouse where we partook of the British custom of late afternoon
tea.


Planning Meetings in England

Arriving in London I thought it well to make personal contact
with as many of our radio listeners as possible. To arrange for
booking halls for meetings, and placing some newspaper
advertising I decided to engage a London advertising agency. I
contacted the advertising managers of a couple of leading London
newspapers on Fleet Street. They recommended the Frederick
Aldridge, Ltd., agency. I contacted Mr. Philip Aldridge at the
agency offices.
This agency had handled the Billy Graham evangelistic
campaign in London, which had gained world attention. Mr.
Frederick Aldridge had handled this account, and so his brother
and partner, Mr. Philip Aldridge, was engaged as the World
Tomorrow advertising representative for Britain. He handled our
account for several years.
From our mailing list we knew our largest groupings of
listeners centered around London, Manchester, Birmingham,
Belfast, Northern Ireland, and Glasgow, Scotland. We planned
meetings in Belfast, Glasgow, Manchester, and London.
The halls were booked, beginning September 14. Then
announcements were mailed to those on the mailing list within
those areas, and announcements arranged to go out on the program
on Radio Luxembourg at the proper time.
Meanwhile we were free for other things.
My wife wanted to go to King's Lynn, north of London on the
sea, where her maternal great-grandfather had been a Methodist
minister. Dick drove us to King's Lynn in the Hillman-Minx. En
route we passed through Cambridge where we stopped for lunch. It
was interesting to have our first view of one of these famous
English universities. The various colleges scatter over most of
the city of Cambridge. We walked through one of the halls,
visited the cathedral, and enjoyed the beauty of the stretches of
lawn alongside the river bank.
Also we stopped off a short while at Ely, to visit the huge
old cathedral of Ely. It was then mostly or altogether in disuse,
and sadly in need of repair if it were to be maintained at all.
This is one of the very large cathedrals built by the Roman
Catholics during the Middle Ages, now reeking with age. It has
since undergone considerable repair. It is, of course, now one of
the Church of England cathedrals.
At King's Lynn we searched out the little Methodist church
where Mrs. Armstrong's great-grandfather had been pastor. A much
larger addition had since been added since he died more than a
century ago. We searched for his grave. Actually the graveyard
where he was buried had been destroyed, for the building of a
structure of some kind, but all the tombstones had been piled in
an adjoining lot. We were just about to give up our search when
one of us stumbled onto the great-grandfather's tombstone.
Later we drove in the Hillman-Minx on the Continent,
crossing the English channel on a ferry.
We were taken all through the station at Radio Luxembourg.
Then we drove on to Germany. Dick showed us the incredible
recovery from the war, everywhere evident. Even the progress
since his visit in 1952 was unbelievable -- yet it was there in
plain sight. After visiting Frankfurt, Bonn, Cologne, and
Düsseldorf, we drove into Holland.
As a boy I had read stories about Holland -- Hansel and Gretel
and others. I had read of Haarlem, and supposed it to be a little
village. I was amazed to find it a big city -- and Rotterdam as big
as San Francisco -- with Amsterdam as big as Cleveland, Ohio, and
bigger than Pittsburgh, or Boston, or many major American cities.
We also drove through The Hague, about as large as Rotterdam.
Then back through Belgium, and another ferry across the channel
to the white cliffs of Dover in England.
This was the tenth of September. It was good to rejoin
Roderick Meredith in London. We had enjoyed, and profited from,
the trip on the Continent. But always, after being on the
Continent, it seems just like coming home to be back in England!
After all, the British and Americans are the SAME PEOPLE. Certain
national differences have developed through the last two
centuries, but we are the same people -- and both nations ought to
remember that.


And NOW! U.K Speaking Tour

Late Sunday afternoon, September 12, Mrs. Armstrong, Dick and I
started driving north in the Hillman-Minx. Over the weekend, our
then advertising agent from Beverly Hills, California, Jack
Parmalee, flew in to London. He wanted to attend the meetings on
the speaking tour. He and Roderick Meredith met us in Belfast on
Tuesday morning. They had driven from Dublin in a rented car
after, it seems in a not-too clear memory, having flown to
Cardiff, Wales, and then to Dublin.
We stopped off Sunday evening for dinner at a hotel in St.
Albans. Little did we dream, that Sunday evening in September,
1954, that we would, within a few years, have a college already
larger than the Pasadena College was then, with a St. Albans mail
address!
After dinner we drove on north, bypassing Birmingham, and
arriving in Manchester around midnight. Next morning we continued
north. It was the first opportunity for Mrs. Armstrong and me to
see northern England, and we found it a very interesting
experience. We stopped at Carlisle for lunch. As a boy I had
often visited a small town in Iowa named after this northern
England city. It was just twelve miles south of Des Moines where
I was born and reared. An uncle and aunt lived there, with a
son -- my cousin -- just a year younger than I.
Carlisle is only a few miles from the Scottish border. Soon
after lunch we were driving westward in Scotland. In the late
afternoon we reached Stranraer. There was considerable
excitement -- and no little suspense -- concerning our ability to get
passage on the evening ferry across the north channel of the
Irish Sea. We had dinner in a hotel near the docks while
anxiously awaiting the verdict. If we failed, I might have missed
the following night's meeting at Belfast entirely. We finally
persuaded an official to let us on. There were more cars and
passengers than they could accommodate.
It was interesting watching the cranes pick up Dick's car,
swing it from a cable through the air, and drop it down onto the
ship. But soon we were steaming the thirty-six-mile distance to
Larne, Northern Ireland, where we had hotel reservations for the
night.
Next morning, we drove the short distance down to Belfast,
and met Roderick Meredith and Mr. Parmelee. We visited the hall
that had been engaged for our meeting -- one seating about a
thousand or twelve hundred people. We found everything would be
in readiness for the meeting. Then we went "sight-seeing" around
Belfast and vicinity.
We had heard of a very old historic place of ancient Druid
worship a few miles outside Belfast, known as The Giant's Ring.
We drove out to it. Then we proceeded to the giant shipbuilding
yards at Belfast. The size of this operation was truly
astonishing. Belfast is a major port.
Evening came, and time for the meeting. Arrangements had
been made for ushering in people at the hall, so we did not
appear until five or ten minutes before time for the service. The
large hall, located in the very heart of the city center business
district, was well filled. We found approximately 750 people
waiting for us.
There had been a small advertisement in the newspaper giving
notice of the meeting, but no attempt had been made to draw any
audience beyond our own interested radio listeners. So an
audience of 750 was a very, very warm welcome to Belfast. People
had come from miles around. One had pushed another interested
listener a great distance in a wheelchair to a bus, in order to
attend. My message that night was on "What's Prophesied for
Britain."
The message was not intended to be for entertainment. This
was my first opportunity to speak in person before an overseas
audience. The time was serious, and the message was serious.
I said: "Last week, and part of the week before, I spent
five days in Germany. And what I saw in a Germany only eight
years ago almost shattered from the war, was emphatic evidence
that the WORLD WAR is not yet over! We are now merely in the
second recess of the war.
"What is prophesied for the United Kingdom, and for the
United States? I have crossed America and the Atlantic Ocean to
tell you things I can't say on the radio. What I'm now going to
say is not popular! But it is as certain as the rising and
setting of tomorrow's sun! Yet on beyond it all, after our
peoples have been PUNISHED as no nations ever were before, WORLD
PEACE is coming, in our time!"
The audience showed tremendous interest!
After the service our two cars were driven on a boat. We all
had sleeping accommodations on the boat for the night. Next
morning we were docked at Glasgow.
That night another good audience, equally warm and friendly
and interested, assembled in a hall in downtown Glasgow. The
crowd there was smaller -- perhaps 450 or 500.
Thursday we drove down to Manchester. The hall there was on
the third or fourth floor of a building. There was only the one
lift (elevator to our American readers). The hall here was
smaller, but we had an overflow crowd, much to the displeasure of
the lift operator. Extra chairs had to be brought in to the
auditorium, and several had to stand. I must have spoken about an
hour or a little over, but after about forty-five minutes the
lift operator came in, interrupted the service, and wanted me to
stop talking so he could close up the lift and go home.
But I had come a long distance to deliver a super-serious
life-and-death message to hundreds of my radio listeners, and I
was not going to cut that message off to please a disgruntled
lift operator. The hall had been engaged for the entire evening.
A good many had to hear more of this man's bad attitude before
everybody had finally been taken to the ground floor, after the
meeting was dismissed. And I was so thoroughly disgusted with his
uncalled-for ill behavior, I expressed myself rather sharply to
him as I descended in the final trip of the lift for that night.
The crowd there was slightly smaller than at Glasgow, but
still an overflow crowd.


First Convert Baptized

On Friday we drove back to London. We had a request from a lady
at Crewe, home city of the Rolls-Royce factory, for baptism. So
we drove by way of Crewe. She was Mrs. Edna Palin. We found that
she operated a beauty shop for women, in front of her home. We
also met Mr. Palin and talked to him. We were satisfied that Mrs.
Palin really was ready for baptism. She knew of a river -- or, I
believe probably more properly, an irrigation stream -- some few
miles from town. We drove there. And my son Richard David
performed the very first baptismal service resulting from this
work on this side of the Atlantic. Later, after the work was
better established in Britain, Mr. Palin was baptized by one of
our other ministers.
Returning to London, we had meetings scheduled in a very
nice
downtown hall for the following Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday,
September 21 to 23.
While in London, a certain coincidence reminded us very much
of the Ambassador College campus in Pasadena. Mrs. Armstrong and
I were staying at the Dorchester Hotel, and Dick and Roderick
Meredith at the Cumberland, only a few blocks away. But when we
called them on the telephone, their hotel was on the AMBASSADOR
exchange; and when they called us, the Dorchester was on the
MAYFAIR exchange. And, as I think most readers know, Mayfair is
the name of one of our principal girls' student residences at
Pasadena.
We returned to the United States on the S.S. America, a very
beautiful ship.


Chapter 64
First Middle-East Tour

MY TIME was almost completely absorbed, after our return to
the United States, with the coast-to-coast broadcasting over the
ABC network, the television scare, and intensive preparations to
leap from radio over to television.
Our original telecasting experience lasted twenty-seven
weeks. By January, 1956, we had become satisfied that radio was
far from dead. Radio had been forced to change its format -- true!
Radio had adapted itself to a different type of programming. But
it had survived! People were actually buying more radio sets than
ever!


Planning Our First Middle-East Tour

I had used a great deal of "film stock" -- that is, motion-picture
footage -- to illustrate whatever I was talking about on
television. I felt we needed some very special motion-picture
film of Palestine, the ancient area of Babylon, such places as
Tyre and Sidon. Also I had for some time felt the need of a
personal visit to those lands, to obtain material for articles
and broadcasts. I knew that if I visited the ancient Bible lands,
got the "feel" and experienced the very atmosphere of these
lands, my preaching, lecturing, broadcasting and writing would be
far more effective. The places I would be speaking about would be
far more REAL to me, and therefore I could make them more real to
listeners and readers.
We were now well along on our new road of DAILY RADIO. I was
no longer tied down with the furious night-and-day grind of
intensive television production. And I really needed a change of
scenery.
So we began making plans for a tour of the Middle East, and
an every-night evangelistic campaign in London.
Our son Dick, with George Meeker, an Ambassador graduate and
ordained minister, had sailed back to Britain and Europe on June
29, 1955. A considerable mail response was coming from the
broadcasts on Radio Luxembourg, and the broadcasts on Radio
Ceylon, and into South Africa. Those men were needed in London to
handle much of the response, although the general mailing list
was still maintained at Pasadena headquarters.
But it was becoming impossible to process, answer, and
handle this increasing volume of mail from Pasadena. We needed an
office in London.
Late in August, 1955, Dick obtained occupancy of a small
suite of offices he had located on Cranbourn Street, Leicester
Square, in the very heart of downtown London. He had returned to
Pasadena for some three weeks in October, 1955, speaking on the
television program while here.
Once it was decided that Mrs. Armstrong and I would take the
Middle-Eastern trip, to be followed by the nightly evangelistic
campaign in London, Dick began planning the itinerary through
American Express in London. He was to accompany us.
But at that time the Middle East began to sizzle as the
world's trouble spot. Nasser was soon to seize the Suez Canal.
Trouble was brewing between Jews and Arabs. War seemed imminent.
Russia had been supplying Nasser with arms and planes. The Suez
crisis might result in British intervention. That might result in
Russian intervention against Britain. World War III could
suddenly flare up out of this crisis.
Then, suddenly, the crisis quieted down along about
February. The way was opened for us to proceed with plans for the
trip. The war scare remained quiet until our tour was finished.
Then, on our return to America, the crisis boiled hot again.
Nasser did take over the Suez Canal on July 26. I wrote an
article on it for the September Plain Truth, immediately on our
return.
That article said: "The war clouds that have hovered over
the Middle East were cleared just long enough to permit Mrs.
Armstrong, our son Richard, and me to visit Cairo, and the
capitals of the Middle East -- Baghdad, Amman, Damascus, Beirut,
Jerusalem and Tel Aviv .... Now that we have returned to America,
our mission accomplished, the crisis explodes all over
again -- this time over the seizure of the Suez Canal! It was
quieted just long enough to allow God's emissaries to complete
their visit."
Mrs. Armstrong and I left Pasadena during the latter half of
March, 1956. We stopped off a few days at what is now the site of
the third Ambassador College Campus (opened September, 1964) near
Big Sandy, Texas. We traveled by train to New York. One of our
Ambassador graduates drove our car to New York, loaded with the
entire mailing list for Britain, Europe, Africa -- which we were
then transferring to the new London office.
We boarded the Queen Mary, sailing for Southampton, England,
on April 11, 1956.
Mrs. Armstrong kept a diary of this trip. Her comments,
written on the spot at the moment, are far more accurate than
anything I could now write from memory.
Mrs. Armstrong's diary was published in The Plain Truth in
three installments, in the October, November, and December, 1956,
issues of The Plain Truth. They evoked a tremendous interest
among our readers. Many exciting and interesting things happened.
I feel that her diary belongs as a part of this record, so I
shall reprint it here -- breaking in, as I may, from time to time,
with comments of my own.


PART I
by Loma D. Armstrong

WE arrived in New York after our train ride from Longview, Texas.
We encountered varied weather conditions on the trip: dust storms
in Texas, Missouri, and Illinois; rains, of almost cloudburst
intensities, in Indiana and Ohio; and heavy fog in Pennsylvania,
New Jersey and New York.
The weekend, in New York, was very windy and today (April 8)
we awakened to see several inches of snow on the ground. It is
still snowing. We hope that the weather will clear soon and allow
the sun to come out.


Arriving in Europe

We arrived in Southampton on Monday, April 16, at 2:45 p.m. Our
son Dick and George Meeker were on the dock to meet us. Dick was
so glad to see us that he whirled me around until I was almost
dizzy. When our car was unloaded at the dock it had three flat
tires, but they held air when inflated. George Meeker drove
Dick's car to London and Dick drove our car, with us.
The drive from Southampton to London, in the bright English
sunshine, was beautiful. Our drive was interrupted with a stop at
a quaint little tea room for tea. We arrived in London after
dark. Dick took us first to the apartment where he and George
live; then we went to our hotel. After our baths we enjoyed a
good night's rest.


Tuesday, April 17

We had to completely repack our trunk and pack our suitcases as
lightly as possible for our trip by airplane to Zurich,
Switzerland, on our first lap to the Middle East.


Wednesday, April 18

We arrived in Zurich, Wednesday afternoon. It was a cold, rainy
day -- rain mixed with snow. In places the ground was white with
snow.
In London, we were told that we would not need coats, and
that it would be very hot over the whole area in which we would
be traveling; so, before leaving London, at the airport, we gave
our coats to George to take to their apartment until we returned.
As a result we were damp, soggy, and shivering before we were in
Zurich many minutes. Mr. Armstrong bought a Bolex movie camera
for our motion pictures.
We left Zurich by train for Rome, having to sit up until
midnight. When we arrived in Milano we changed trains for the
remainder of the trip, Mr. Armstrong left his hat on the first
train. So we arrived in Rome with him bareheaded. He remedied
that soon after we arrived, however, by buying a new hat.
We were in Rome only a few hours. The nearer the time came
to fly across the Mediterranean Sea the more tense I felt. I do
not like to fly.
Our flight was in the bright sunshine and the sea was
beautiful. We flew along the Italian coast over the Bay of
Naples -- near Mount Vesuvius, over the Isle of Capri, across the
boot of Italy, over Stromboli, then out to sea. In the middle of
the Mediterranean we saw an American aircraft carrier and several
cruisers.


Destination Egypt!

Though trouble had quieted down between the Arab Egyptians and
Israel for a while, military ships were in evidence -- standing
by -- in a number of places.
It was dark when we reached the shores of Africa. We flew
over Alexandria and the delta of the Nile.
We arrived in Cairo at 9:30 p.m., April 18, to a strange and
different world. At the airport, an Arab and a Nubian checked our
passports. Because we were Americans, we were held up until our
names were checked against a list they had of spies or political
undesirables.
The friendliness of the personnel at the English and at the
Swiss airports was sadly missing here. We were looked upon as
sympathizers of the British, who are hated in Egypt.
We were taken to our hotel in a bus driven by an Arab
dressed in robes -- in fact, all people, here, dress in robes. It
was a long drive and so surprising. We saw block after
block -- mile after mile -- of large, modern apartment buildings,
four to twelve stories high.
After arriving at the Semiramis Hotel, we had baths and
brushed our teeth in water from the Nile (along its banks, Moses
was hidden in the bulrushes when he was a baby). It flows deep
and wide, just outside our window and across the street. Ex-King
Farouk's yacht is anchored just below and is used as an annex to
this hotel. A young lady from Long Beach, California, a school
teacher, was on our plane and has a room on the yacht.
It was 1:40 a.m. when I finally got to bed.


Friday Morning, April 20

A guide from the American Express office -- a young Arab named
Sayed, who speaks English very well, dressed in a red robe and
red fez -- came to the hotel after us. He had a nice car -- a
Chrysler -- and an Arab driver who could not speak English.


What Egypt Is Like

We drove all through the native quarters where we saw the narrow
streets filled with donkeys pulling carts of hay or vegetables;
donkeys being ridden by men who were like giants on them (the men
were so long-legged that their feet almost dragged on the
streets); cars, mostly American, being driven by Arabs; and
people wearing dirty and so often ragged robes. In the midst of
it all there were children and dogs. Our driver used the horn on
the car to drive through. All other cars were doing the same.
Horns honking incessantly. The drivers of the donkey carts were
yelling; people chattering; dogs barking; and the smell was
awful. The motion pictures we took could not bring back with us
the sounds or the smells. Actually, no one paid any attention to
the honking of the horns. We had to wind our way slowly though
the whole mess. The streets were as filthy as the people. Some of
the shops are crude holes in the wall where different craftsmen
are plying their trades. We saw one man carving large copper and
brass trays by hand. These trays were intricate with beautiful
designs -- very beautifully done.
We were taken to the "City of the Dead." It is a place
outside, or in the outskirts of the city. It is the place where
the poor are buried. When we arrived, a pickup truck was
unloading a body, merely wrapped in cloth, to be put in a hole
which they dig in the clay banks and afterwards close up.
There were many caves in the hillsides. We found many people
living in some of these dirt caves, sitting on the ground outside
their openings in the dirty, dusty streets, even though they were
in the midst of the "City of the Dead."
We were then taken to a large mosque. We were told that it
is the largest in the world. When we entered the courtyard of the
mosque, we had to don canvas slippers over our shoes. No one is
allowed inside in shoes. All Arabs remove their shoes and go in
either barefooted or in socks. In the center of the courtyard is
a large fountain, around which the Arabs sit and wash their hands
and feet before entering the mosque.
As we entered, we were surprised at the beauty of the place.
Its only furniture was a high altar reached by an ornate stairway
from which the Koran is read. The floor was completely covered by
a beautiful red carpet on which a number of Arabs were sitting or
lying down. They were scattered over the large room, not in
groups. We tried to take pictures inside the mosque but the
lighting was too dim.
We have never in all our lives seen so many diseased eyes.
Many people are blind and deformed -- especially with twisted feet.
After seeing Cairo, we left in the evening by train for
ancient Thebes, now called Luxor -- 450 miles south, up the Nile.
As the train pulled slowly through the city, we saw how the
people live. There were mud or adobe apartments -- just a
conglomeration of rooms placed anywhere, one on top of the other.
There was no plan, but they were placed as if they had been blown
together by a strong wind and stuck just as they happened to
light. The Arab women and children sit on the ground wherever
they take the notion. It makes no difference what surrounds them.
After we were no longer able to see the country through
which we were traveling, we went to bed in our tiny compartments
only to awaken in the night choking with dust. The only way a
person could breathe was by holding the sheet over the face. The
dust was thick in the air.
Daylight came very early so we were able to see the country
through which we were passing. A canal, beside the track, seemed
to provide water for use in their homes and huts as well as for
irrigation. The black-robed women were dipping the water in huge
pitchers or bottles which they always carried on their heads.
We would also see people in water up to their waists and
water buffalo wading. A highway ran along the opposite side of
the canal, and, early as it was, early dawn, we could see many
men and women walking briskly along. Some of the men rode small
donkeys -- with their feet almost touching the ground, while the
women carried baskets or jars on their heads. Others rode camels.
Children were driving goats or water but falo. There were people
scattered over the fields working with their hands in the soil. A
few had crude hoes. Once in a while we saw a donkey and camel
yoked together pulling a crooked stick or a plow. Their
agricultural methods were primitive. But the soil appeared rich.


Ancient Egypt's Grandeur

We arrived in the early morning at Luxor and were taken to our
hotel in an antiquated motor-driven hack. There was no room for
Dick so he was driven in a horse-drawn buggy.
This was Luxor, built on the site of the ancient city of
Thebes, capital of the ancient Egyptian domain when Egypt was at
the zenith of its splendor. Luxor, today, includes also the
village of Karnak, six miles from the main village.
All the wealth of war, the booty, and the shipments of goods
from other countries were once hoarded in Thebes, the capital.
Today, we saw the remains, only a number of rich monuments, and
supporting columns of temples and tombs. Once they were overlaid
with gold, silver, alabaster, or marble; now there is nothing but
time-worn stone. The temples had been connected with one another
by courtyards and lobbies. Now, however, the massive columns are
all that remain of the former splendor.
Our guide, an elderly and scholarly Egyptian, walked over
the ruins hour after hour with us, explaining the history and the
religion of the people who worshiped at the temples. It was all
worship of the sun-god Ra.
We were there during the Muslim fast called Ramadan.
Although our guide was in his seventies, he carried on all day
through the hot sun, with no food. The fast lasts a month and no
food can be eaten from sunrise until sunset; however, they eat
during the night.
After a long day we sat on the large veranda of the hotel
overlooking the Nile. The moon was full and the stars seemed so
near and so very bright. It was a beautiful evening.
Our beds in the hotel were covered with high canopies with
curtains of mosquito netting. We did not pull the netting over us
when we went to bed, but we soon found it was impossible to sleep
without it, after being bitten a number of times by mosquitoes.
The food was terrible. I could not eat any breakfast, so I
drank some hot tea. At least the water had been boiled.


King Tut-ankh-Amon's Tomb

This morning we crossed the Nile River in a felucca or sailboat
built as they used to build them thousands of years ago. A driver
with an old Ford car met us on the other side and we rode over
hot dusty roads to the tomb of King Tut-ankh-Amon. His tomb was
discovered in 1922. He is said to have died at the age of
eighteen. His tomb was the last of the pharaohs' tombs to be
found.
The tomb is deep underground, down a tiled and decorated
passageway, past a false entrance and thence to the real entrance
where the inner coffin lies. In the room were images of the
history of some part of his life. These images were in the tile
on the walls.
The contents of the tomb filled one whole wing of the museum
at Cairo. It took several years to move all the contents from the
tomb. The mummy is in a museum. The wealth buried or stored in
the different treasure rooms of the tomb was fantastic.
After leaving the king's tomb, we entered the tomb of Ramses
the Sixth. I did not go to the end of the passageway down into
the tomb, but Dick and Mr. Armstrong did. I felt that the long
climb back up was more than I wanted to try. I did, however, go
into the tomb of Seti.
After our visit to those tombs we were taken to the temple
of Queen Hatshepsut, which was carved out of a mountainside. She
is said to have ruled Egypt from 1503 to 1483 B.C. She reigned
like a king and the large figures or statues at her temple have
been made with false beards. She claimed she was the daughter of
the sun-god himself. The story of her birth and of her reign is
depicted on one of the terraces of the temple ruins.
After returning to our hotel we packed our bags for our
return through the night to Cairo. Once more a dusty trip.


Cairo Again

When we reached Cairo our guide who had previously taken us over
the city was at the station to meet us with the same Chrysler car
and chauffeur. He had planned a trip to the Pyramids and a camp
out in the Sahara Desert.
Our next visit was to the site of the ancient city of
Memphis, where Moses and Aaron pleaded with the Pharaoh to let
the children of Israel go. Only a few ruins which have been
excavated remain now of the ancient city.
We drove from there to the Pyramids at Saqqara which, we
were told, were the oldest of the Pyramids. There were also, in
this area, a number of tombs over 2,500 years old.
We then drove through the city of Giza, out into the Sahara
desert past the Great Pyramid where we found our camp.
We were quite surprised to find it really just our camp. We
expected to find others there, but the four tents were just for
us.
Mr. Armstrong's and my tent was quite large. It was white on
the outside but very colorful on the inside with each panel of
the tent a different design. The sand had been smoothed out level
and covered with oriental rugs. There were two cots nicely made
up with sheets and wool blankets (it is very cold on the desert
at night). There were also a table, large pitcher of water, wash
bowl and soap; and hung on the center pole were towels and a
mirror. A large bouquet of flowers adorned the table. Dick's tent
was like ours but smaller. Another large tent we found was our
dining room. It also had a rug over the sand. In it was a large
table with a centerpiece of flowers. There was a table for
serving, and chairs with cushions. A short distance away was
another tent -- the cooks' tent. Here was a cook, assistant cook,
and a waiter.
Sayed had brought his little seven-year-old son, Mohammed,
out to spend the day and the night. They slept out under the
stars on cots.
We arrived at the camp before lunch time.
After lunch, three camels with their leaders were outside
our tent. We were helped aboard and had our first camel ride. We
really enjoyed our camel ride to the Great Pyramid of Giza.
We went into the pyramid through its long, low passageway to
the King's Chamber. It is a marvelous building and although the
King's Chamber is in the center of the huge pile of stone, it is
ventilated by built-in shafts.
I waited while Mr. Armstrong and Dick walked stooped over in
the shorter low passageway to the Queen's Chamber.
When we once more mounted our camels we rode back across the
desert to our camp, where the cooks had prepared a huge dinner
which none of us could eat, because of the size of the lunch they
had served before we left for the Pyramids. Our guide told us
that he had asked some Arab entertainers from the village to come
out that evening to put on a show for us.
We saw them coming by foot across the dunes in the
moonlight. Then the dining tent was made ready for the
entertainment. Although it was bright and beautiful out in the
moonlight, the wind was cold.
There were six entertainers, all men, in their Arab robes.
Four with strange musical instruments which they played with
rhythm and not much music. The other two were dancers and the
dances were weird imitations of animals. Finally, one danced the
dance of a demon. Our guide stopped him before he danced himself
into a frenzy because he noticed that I was shocked by it.
After they left we tried to eat some of the huge meal that
had been prepared for us. Then we went to our tents for a night
out on the Sahara Desert. The air was so clear we could hear the
Koran being read over the loud speakers from the minarets of the
mosques of Cairo.
When we awoke and had our breakfast, the car came to take us
back to Cairo. We first visited the Sphinx again, then on in to
Cairo.
We then went to the museum where we saw room after room of
the fabulous furniture, vases, jewelry, and other material taken
from Tut-ankh-Amon's tomb.


Sheikh Hafiz Wabba

During the afternoon, we returned to the hotel to pick up our
bags that we had checked there while we were on our trek to the
desert. We found that Sheikh Hafiz Wabba had called and had left
us his telephone number.
He and his wife and three daughters came later in the
afternoon to see us. While Mr. Armstrong and Dick talked to the
sheikh (whom Mr. Armstrong had met in San Francisco at the first
meeting of the United Nations and later in London, England), I
had an interesting visit with his wife. They had lived in London
while the sheikh was the Ambassador Extraordinary from Saudi
Arabia to Britain for twenty-five years. His wife was very irked
to have had to dress in the black robe and veil of the women of
the Middle East, and to be forced to walk several paces behind
her husband. She was quite well educated and her daughters had
been educated in London. All were dressed in Western clothes when
they came to see us.
After our visit with them we went to bed early and were
called at 3 a.m. to go to the airport for our flight over the
Dead Sea and the Jordan River to Jerusalem, our first stop.
The airport at Jerusalem was so far from the city that we
could see nothing of it. After a thirty-minute stop we flew to
Amman. That was a rough flight and for the first time on the
trip, I became air sick, or perhaps it was flight sick.
When we arrived at Amman airport, U.N. Secretary-General Dag
Hammarskjöld's plane was there. He was sent by the United Nations
to quiet matters.


Now to Babylon!

We were delayed in Amman about an hour, while some repairs were
made on our plane. Then we flew on to Baghdad, where we arrived
in the early afternoon. For some three or four hours we flew over
nothing but desolate, waste, desert land. Our American Express
guide met us at the airport and took us to our hotel. The hotel
was a modern, air-conditioned building, opened only five months
before. It is surprising to find, all over the Middle East, very
new, modern apartment buildings and hotels. Our hotel was on a
narrow side street just a half block off the main street of
Baghdad.
I was too tired to look at Baghdad but Mr. Armstrong and
Dick walked a mile or so through the main street but came back to
get away from the swarms of beggars. Everywhere children and
grownups besiege one every few steps begging and blocking one's
way, following along determined not to leave until they are given
money.
We went to bed early and were called at 6 in the morning.
After a breakfast of tea, toast, and orange juice our guide met
us and we drove sixty-five miles by car over the roughest,
dirtiest roads to the site of ancient Babylon.
A very small part of Babylon was excavated by the Germans
prior to World War I. We saw the Ishtar gate with the dragons and
bulls in the brick walls. There was also the lion's den into
which Daniel had been thrown. A picture, or rather a brick form
of a lion, is still on the wall (den). The inscriptions
identifying this very pit as the lion's den, into which Daniel
was thrown, were taken to Berlin by the Germans.
The "Processional Way" from the Ishtar gate to the ruins of
Nebuchadnezzar's palace have been excavated. The paving stones
are just as they were when Daniel and the three Hebrew children
were there, but the palace is in ruins and a stork had built its
nest on top of one of the ruins. The owls were there just as is
prophesied in the Bible. We also saw the ruins of the hanging
gardens, one of the seven wonders of the ancient world. Miles of
the ancient city is still under fifteen or twenty feet of sand,
soil and rubble.
It was so strange to realize we were walking over the same
paved street that the prophet Daniel, with Shadrach, Meshach and
Abednego, walked over. To be in the place where Daniel had been
thrown into the lion's den and the other three into the fiery
furnace and to realize that one "like the Son of God" had been
there too, and delivered them all from death, was awesome. All of
those events seemed so real to us even though the proud old city
is now in ruins.
On our way to Baghdad we passed through two villages. How
any of the babies there ever grow up is a mystery to me. The
villages are very unsanitary.
We were covered with dust when we returned to our hotel and
after a good bath had naps until dinner time.
Although it was only April 26, the heat was terrible and our
air-conditioned room was such a relief.
On the next day our guide took us all over the city of
Baghdad. Our first trip was through the streets to the Gold
Mosque. None but Muslims are allowed in the mosque.


There Are Dangers, Too

As we took movies of the open door of the mosque, a crowd began
gathering around us. Their manner plainly told us we had better
move from there fast! Our guide took us through the crowd and
into a building where we climbed three flights of narrow, very
steep stairs to the roof and had a good view of the Golden Dome.
We took movies from that vantage point unmolested.
After leaving the mosque we were taken to the market, or
bazaar (as they are called there). There were narrow streets
packed with people -- in discolored robes. There were open shops on
both sides of the streets. A number of times in the crowd we were
separated from our guide and from Dick. There were many square
blocks of these shops -- mostly filled with sandals, or cloth
goods, Arab head-dress materials, or copper and brass wares. We
finally came to a wider street or passageway where men and boys
were pounding out pans and other vessels from copper. It was a
regular bedlam, but we stayed long enough to take movies of them
and their handiwork.
We were so surprised to see on the main street of Baghdad
men selling their wares outside the buildings. Along the curbs
there were men with trousers or jackets for sale -- with tape
measure over their shoulder to measure the prospective customer.
There were baskets of bread for sale, put upon the dirty
sidewalks, covered with flies and dust.
Many of the people are diseased and blind and crippled or
deformed. It is a miserable existence, but they know of nothing
better.
We drove out of the city several miles to the southeast to
the great Arch of Ctesiphon, built by King Kisra of ancient
Persia, long after the days of Alexander the Great. It was an
immense arch! We also saw a part of the king's palace. This
palace of King Kisra had been excavated by the Germans. We took
pictures of the storks on the ruins.
When we were returning from the arch, we passed a tribe of
gypsies -- some of them riding on donkeys. One woman was nursing
her baby as she walked along. All their tents and equipment were
carried on donkeys.
At Baghdad we were eleven hours sun-time from home -- almost
halfway around the earth.
Our flight back west to Damascus from Baghdad over the
Euphrates River, and the desert, took several hours.
We saw the green trees surrounding Damascus from the air and
they were a welcome sight after the wasteland of the desert.



Chapter 65
The Holy Land
Part II
by Loma D. Armstrong
(Written February, 1965)

THE CITY of Damascus is a mixture of beautiful modern
buildings in the new city and dilapidated, old structures of the
old city inhabited by Arabs. The fine apartments are the foreign
embassies and the residences of English, American and other
businessmen.
Our American Express guide here in Damascus looked like
ex-King Farouk of Egypt. He met us at the airport and took us to
our hotel. The building was beautiful and modern, but the dining
room was so filled with fly spray that it was difficult to
breathe. We still had Arab food, some of it very strange. We were
served licorice leaves in the hors d'oeuvres.
We went to bed early and arose early the next morning to see
the city. Damascus is said to be the oldest continuously
inhabited city on earth. And early as it was, the streets of this
ancient city were crowded -- as they were in Cairo -- with people,
donkeys, carts, dogs and cars. The car horns were continually
being honked.
We first went through the market place with its narrow
streets packed full of people as were the streets in Baghdad.
Then we went through the Arch of Jupiter to a large mosque. This
mosque has an intriguing history. Centuries ago, after the
worshipers of Jupiter were driven from it, the Romans made a
church out of it. When the Turks took over, it was changed to the
present mosque. It is a large building with many, many beautiful
oriental rugs completely covering the floor. On or along the east
wall were niches to show the people which way to face Mecca when
they pray. Many of the people were sitting on the floor in
scattered groups bowing with their heads touching the floor. Many
beggars were also among them.


We Visit a Harem

We were then taken to the former palace of the early Turkish
rulers and also to the harem of the sultans. In their different
rooms were life-size wax figures dressed in their native costumes
and representing the different uses that each room was put to. In
one, a woman was portrayed rocking a baby in a low cradle. In
another the seamstresses were fitting a bride for her wedding
dress.
Each room was beautifully furnished. There were many pieces
of furniture inlaid with mother-of-pearl and camel bone with
ivory. There were also Persian rugs covering the floors and one
room contained the usual Turkish coffee pots in five sizes. They
have five pots for this reason: First, the coffee is put into a
large pot, then boiled down to the size of the smaller and so on
until there is just enough remaining to fill the smallest pot. By
that time it is thick and black and very strong!
In the courtyard of the palace was a beautiful fountain and
pool, surrounded by porches and couches where the women of the
harem used to lounge. This courtyard is enclosed and kept from
view from the outside.


Street Called "Straight"

Later, we were taken to the street called "Straight" where Paul,
on his way to persecute the Christians, entered Damascus after he
was stricken with blindness by Christ. The old street Paul walked
on and the gate through which he entered was fourteen feet below
the present street and only the gate and a small part of the
street have been excavated.
Our guide took us from there to a place underground which he
called the house of Ananias where Paul received his sight. It is
obviously a fake, for it is only a cave twenty-one steps down. It
is now a very small religious shrine with the usual idols and the
usual hands held out for money.
Leading off from this was a smaller, darker cave called the
Confessional. It made me think of an evil bird's haunt -- and if
one were able to see clearly, he surely would have seen bats on
the walls!
We were then driven by an Arab to a refugee camp -- the most
miserable place we had yet seen. We saw one hundred thousand
Arabs living in huts made from old oil cans or anything else they
could find. The dust was thick under our feet and the people were
sickly and ragged. They were covered with flies. Most of them
were beggars.
America had an "Atoms for Peace" display in Damascus while
we were there.
We drove by the old wall of Damascus to the possible place
where Paul was let down in a basket and escaped from those who
plotted to kill him. After seeing the old part of the city, we
were driven up winding streets to the top of a hill. Along these
high winding streets were beautiful apartment buildings where the
American and English businessmen, oilmen and others, along with
ambassadors, live. This area was such a contrast to the part of
the city we had gone through.


Easter Eggs at Baalbek

On April 30, we left our hotel at 9 in the morning with another
guide who had driven down from Beirut in a car. He was sent to
take us through Syria to Lebanon.
It was a beautiful drive through the mountains and fertile
plains of Lebanon. We were surprised to see the fields of grain
and other lush growth. We drove through a large and well-watered
valley where the streams came down from Mt. Lebanon.
We arrived at Baalbeck, a city dating from the 3rd to 1st
century B.C. It was the site of the ancient temple of Jupiter,
built by Phoenicians, destroyed partially by the Greeks, rebuilt
by the Romans, destroyed by them, then rebuilt again, and finally
destroyed by God, with far greater devastation, through an
earthquake.
Everywhere from Cairo, Luxor, Baghdad, Damascus, and now
Baalbeck, we found eggs carved in the architectural embellishment
of buildings and temples. The guides all call them the symbol of
fertility. We have close-up pictures of eggs on the ruins of
Babylon.
After lunch we drove back through part of the beautiful
valley, then drove into the mountains where we came to a view of
the seaport city of Beirut and the Mediterranean Sea.
When we reached the city of Beirut, capital of Lebanon, we
found that most of the people were dressed in Western clothes and
not in the robes of most Middle Easterners. Very few women were
wearing veils over their faces. The streets were crowded by now
with hundreds and hundreds of cars. Most of the autos were
American.


We Visit Tyre and Sidon

Our first day there, we drove along the Mediterranean Sea to the
site of old Sidon and old Tyre. We found old Tyre completely gone
and the city the Romans tried to rebuild on the island (now part
of the mainland which Alexander joined to the mainland by filling
in the channel between with the ruins and topsoil of old Tyre) in
complete ruin. We walked over the fallen columns and the walls or
foundations of the ancient buildings excavated many years ago by
the Germans. We found among the ruins pieces of shattered pottery
which our guide, who lived nearby, let us take with us.
We were not able to take pictures of Tyre, for it is in a
military zone and the guards on the highway leading to Tyre took
our cameras until we returned from having visited the place. We
were very near the Israeli soldiers' machine gun nests.
We drove past great banana, loquat and orange groves. On our
return to Beirut, as in all Middle Eastern cities, we saw the
usual beautiful apartment buildings and homes. The most
outstanding ones were especially near the city of Beirut.
We were so hungry when we arrived at our hotel that we were
ready to eat anything. And we did!
The evening before, when we first entered our hotel at
Beirut and asked for mail, we found a telegram from our
son-in-law, Vern Mattson -- our daughter Dorothy's husband -- saying
that our little granddaughter had arrived and that the baby and
mother were just fine. He also said that their seven-year-old
daughter Carol's only comment was "Shucks!" She wanted a baby
brother!
It was quite a relief to us.
We had expected the baby a whole month before and looked
every day on the ship from New York to London, and in every place
we had been since then, for a cablegram. Now it had arrived and
everyone was all right! We were happy and very grateful to
finally receive the news.
That evening, Mr. Armstrong and Dick went down to the office
of the American Express to check up on our trip, for we had
advanced our schedule several days.


Had Dick Met With Violence?

Around 6 o'clock, Mr. Armstrong came back to the hotel alone. I
asked where Dick was and he said that he was remaining downtown
to see the city and that he would be back by 8 p.m. for dinner.
Then Mr. Armstrong, worn out from the trip, took a nap.
Eight o'clock came and Dick had not come! Mr. Armstrong was
still asleep. I was not worried then, but kept waiting, thinking
that Dick would arrive any minute. I was going to let Mr.
Armstrong sleep until then.
Nine o'clock came, and 10, and still there was no sign of
Dick. Mr. Armstrong was still sleeping. By this time, I could
stand it no longer. I was really worried. So I called Mr.
Armstrong and told him that Dick had not come back. He was
startled. Our room was directly above the hotel entrance, five
floors up. He leaned out the window, looking down, and began to
listen for and watch for cars as they drove up to the entrance to
see if Dick were arriving by taxi. The window ledge was so wide
it was difficult to stretch over it far enough to see.
Around midnight, although I had had Dick paged in the lobby
with no results, Mr. Armstrong walked down the five flights of
stairs (the elevator was not running) to see if he could possibly
be in the lobby. I had kept our room door open and had made
dozens of trips to look down the stairwell for Dick, but Mr.
Armstrong's trip down to the first floor was fruitless.
I had called at Dick's door, adjoining ours, a number of
times and knocked, but there was no answer. I had them to ring
his room but still no answer.
Mr. Armstrong finally called a bellboy to come up and let us
in Dick's room. He was unable to unlock the door. By this time it
was 1 a.m. Three bellboys came up. One came into our room and
again phoned or tried to get Dick's room. Still no answer. Had
Dick been attacked in downtown Beirut? Had he met with foul play
or violence?
The other two men decided to walk out on the window ledge
from our window to Dick's window. His room was next to ours but
it was quite a distance to be walking on a window ledge five
stories above the street. One fellow reached Dick's open window
and yelled and came backing hurriedly to the other fellow. Both
came quickly crawling back into our room saying, "There is
someone in there all right! He threatened to shove me off the
ledge!"
All of us, with that news, ran quickly down the hall to
Dick's door and pounded hard on it.
It was Dick! He called out, "What's going on around here?"
His father said, "Open the door, Dick," and a tousled, sleepy,
but startled Dick opened the door to ask again, "What's going
on?" He had come to the hotel before 8 o'clock and had gone
directly to bed. He was as tired and exhausted as his father, and
so sound asleep that he knew nothing of the excitement he had
caused until he saw and heard the two men at his open bedroom
window standing on the ledge high above the street! Dick was
startled to see a prowler peeking into his room from outside and
said, "Shove off!" The bellman on the ledge thought he had said,
"I'll shove you off."
Prior to coming to the hotel, Dick had met a man in downtown
Beirut with whom he had talked about conditions in the Middle
East. This man told him that if he really wanted to know, he
would take him where several men were meeting.
Dick, being an American, was not too welcome. They expressed
their views and evidently Dick expressed how he felt about their
views of America.
When he saw these two men at his open window late in the
night, he thought for a moment they were men who had followed him
from that meeting and were there to do him bodily harm. We then
learned why they so hurriedly scrambled back through our window
into our room. Because Dick was so suddenly roused from his
sleep, he sprang up in bed and yelled, "Shove off."
They saw that he was startled and that he sounded as if he
meant business, so, like scared rabbits they tumbled back through
our windows. After all the excitement was over, we finally got to
bed and to sleep -- but not Dick. He said he got no more sleep the
rest of the night.
On Wednesday morning, we went through the museum at Beirut.
All the museums in all the ancient cities are an education.
Although we saw them all, the most outstanding in our memory is
the Cairo Museum with its immense amount of loot taken from King
Tut-Ank-Amon's tomb.
We left Beirut after lunch to fly to Amman, the capital of
the kingdom of Jordan. Our plane stopped for twenty minutes at
Jerusalem, at the airport on the Arab side of the city.
It is not a long flight from Jerusalem but after all the
flying we had done. I still gave a sigh of relief when I felt the
first bump of the wheels of the plane touch the runway.
Again, an American Express agent, named Yasser, met us at
the airport and took us to our hotel. Then came a surprise.


American Tourists

When we were in Baalbeck, a number of tourists were there walking
over the ruins of the temples and among them was a tall, austere,
gray-haired American lady with a cane, traveling alone. A guide
was showing her around -- and receiving such a torrent of
complaint! She scolded him because there was no railing built on
the steep stair leading to a lower level and she criticized the
people and everything else she could think of
When we reached the hotel in Amman, here was the same woman.
She came up to us and our guide and loudly complained about the
staff there in the hotel. Yasser asked her what they had done to
displease her. She replied they had heckled her.
All the clerks were sullenly listening to her and we had
felt the antagonism to Americans in a most direct manner. We
noticed this in a number of places. We became quite concerned
listening to her tirade, but all we could do was to walk away and
leave her.


On to the Rose-red City of Rock

Yasser soon followed us and we made our plans for the next
day -- our longed-for trip to Petra.
Yasser told us we would leave the hotel at 6 in the morning
by car. We went to sleep until 3 a.m. when, from the minarets of
the mosques of the town, the Koran was read over loud -- and I mean
loud -- speakers.
Why at that time in the morning they read the Koran, I'll
never know. I got no more sleep.
On our way to Petra, I asked Yasser if anyone ever listened
to the reading at 3 a.m. in the morning. He said that the Koran
used to be read by the priests, but now it was on recordings and
was automatically read every so often and sent out over
loudspeakers from the minarets.
We were ready to leave, with our lunches all packed, by 6
a.m. Our driver was also an Arab in robes and a cloth over his
head. Yasser was dressed in a suit.
It was quite cool when we started out at sunrise, but as the
sun grew higher, it warmed up as we drove over the plains of
Moab.
We drove almost due south from Amman, along the plains to
the east of Mount Nebo. This whole area east of the Dead Sea is a
hilly plateau. Here the Israelites camped before entering the
Promised Land. It was in this locale that King Balak ordered
Balaam (Num. 23:13) to curse the advancing Israelites and where,
instead, God caused him to give them blessings rather than
cursings.
I do not remember the order of all the towns through which,
or around which, we passed, but all were on the ancient trail of
the Israelites, where Moses, as their leader, suffered their
grumbling and rebellion against God and against him.
However, one of the towns was Madeba. In this small town
there was a Greek Orthodox church that was built in 1896 on the
site of an ancient Byzantine church. On the floor, which was a
part of the ancient church, was a map made in mosaic. It covered
a large area and depicted biblical Palestine as well as the
northern regions of Damascus and Byblos; Memphis and Alexandria
in the south; the Mediterranean Sea in the west; and in the east
were Amman and Petra. It is said to be the oldest map of
Jerusalem in existence. (I believe they said it was constructed
in the 6th century.) Also on the map were depicted vegetable and
animal life. Among the animals shown were lions, which prove that
these animals were inhabiting the region of Moab until that late
date.
This land was where Moab and Ammon, the sons of Lot's
daughters, settled in the days of Abraham. It was so level, here,
that the grain waving in the wind could be seen for miles.
However, the grain fields thinned out as we neared the Wady
Arnon.
Actually, the Wady Arnon is a river at the bottom of a deep
canyon. As we approached the fords of Arnon by way of the flat
plateau country to the north, we could not see the Arnon until we
arrived at the canyon rim. It looked like the Grand Canyon as it
had a sudden drop of 4,000 feet.
We descended to the bottom over the narrowest winding road
we had ever been on. No car could possibly have passed us.
Looking down on my side of the car, it seemed as if we were
in space. It was hours, it seemed, before we reached the bottom
of Arnon. Yet, on that lonely barren road, which was very high
and miles from an inhabited place, we would meet a lone Bedouin
walking. A few miles later there was another one riding a donkey.
We had passed many Bedouin tents before we reached the fords
of Arnon. All of their tents are made of black goat hair. They
are open on one side, and all are surrounded with herds of black
goats and camels.
We also passed many herds of camels feeding on the hillsides
and along the road. Our car had to slow down to make way for them
in many places.
The gorge of the Arnon, however, was barren until we reached
the bottom. There we found a small stream with the most beautiful
and luxuriant oleanders lining its banks. All were in full bloom.
We took color pictures of them.
After a few minutes rest, we started on the long climb up
the opposite side. When we reached the top, we passed through
another area of green fields. Feeding in one of the fields was a
flock of eight storks. We tried to get pictures of them but they
were startled and flew away.
When I expressed how thankful I was that all that climbing
was behind us now that we were on level ground, our guide
informed us that we would have still another deep canyon to
cross.
Between these two canyons we drove up to the ancient city of
Karak to refill the gas tank of the car. Karak was built with
adobe or mud on top of a dry, desolate, dusty hill, inside the
ruins of a high, ancient wall.
The agricultural lands surrounding Karak are rich and green;
but the city itself, with a population of 5,000, is desolate,
dirty and built of stone and adobe. We saw the green trees and
fields below the city and we marvelled at the choice that the
people had made for their city and their homes. The guide,
however, explained that the city had been built on the hill as a
protection from other tribes; and that the people used to leave
their homes and work in the fields, always returning to the
safety of the city in the evening.
This city is the ancient city of Kir-Moab of the Bible (Isa
15:1); also called Kir-Haresh (Isa. 16:11) and Kir-heres (Jer.
48:36).
The people of the city today seem about half Roman Catholic
(or Greek Orthodox) and the rest Muslim.
We reached the bottom of the next canyon safely, however,
and found a larger stream flowing across the road. We had to
drive through this one.
It was now noon and we ate our lunch under the ancient fig
trees that grew along the banks. Nearby was a Bedouin camp and,
as we walked up the stream to eat, there followed several
children, peeking shyly from behind large boulders or trees.
Our guide handed each of us a sack which contained a
sandwich of hard coarse bread with beef, also one of cheese, and
one with butter. There was also an orange and a tiny banana. I
gave part of my sandwiches to a little Bedouin girl, but I felt
safe in eating the cheese, a hard-boiled egg and the fruit. I had
learned by this time to eat only what I could peel or to drink
only what had been boiled.


Approaching Petra

At the small town of Shaubak built within the walls of an ancient
fortress, we descended to Ain Musa, a spring, where there was a
green and cool garden.
From Ain Musa the road descends to Wady Musa and to the
police station at Eljy. When we arrived, we found all
arrangements had been made by our guide for our horses to ride
into Petra. It was mid-afternoon when we arrived -- dusty and
tired. What a relief it was to leave the car and mount the
horses.
Our bags were piled on a small donkey (poor thing -- he was
almost hidden, with luggage for four people). I wondered if he
would ever make the trip, but he did -- allowing only one suitcase
to fall.
A bridle path leads from Eljy to the entrance of the
siq -- the narrow ravine leading into Petra. It was rough going
over rocks and rills to the siq. Then we entered the winding path
of the ravine itself. It is a dry stream bed of rocks and
boulders with sheer cliffs of 200 to 300 feet in height on each
side. At no place in the ravine is it wider than ten or twelve
feet. The walls are of fantastic shapes and colors and in places
appear almost to meet high above. We often brushed by oleanders
in full bloom growing in the siq in every crevice. It was such an
inspiring and interesting trip through the siq. My horse stumbled
several times and I lost my hat a time or two but it was
recovered by the Arab boy who led my horse. We had to go single
file all the way and the little overloaded donkey plodded along
behind.
It is impossible to express the feeling that one receives
from going on the trip to Petra. It was a different world
altogether -- as if someone had turned back thousands of years and
we were living in history.
Suddenly we came to the end of the narrow part of the siq
and there before us, carved out of the mountainside, was the
immense Khazneh -- a temple to Isis. It is called the Treasury of
Pharaoh by the local people, and is the best preserved temple in
Petra. Some believe that it was hewn out of the rock by some
Nabataean king.
As we passed the Khazneh, the valley widens a little with
great tombs or caves on either side. Further, on the left, were
the remains of an ancient theater -- a sort of amphitheater cut out
of the mountainside. There were half-circular rows of stone seats
for the audience. We could see how the Romans had sliced away
many tombs in constructing this amphitheater.
From here on, the valley widens and we soon saw the ruins
lining an ancient paved street. As we started to go north on this
street, I could hardly help but think of some of the history of
this great city.
This was the ancient city of the family of Esau and later of
the Nabataeans. Five hundred years before Christ, this place, now
in ruins, was occupied and was a hustling, thriving city. Then
came the Romans who built some of the buildings and constructed
some paved streets. (One of these streets we later walked on.)
Along the way we saw the walls of the only real building
standing in Petra. It was formerly a Roman temple to a pagan god.
We also viewed hundreds and hundreds of caves and facades of
temples carved out of the mountains, but not a one of them could
be called a building.
As we came to the north end of the ancient street, we saw
many white tents. It was a camp for tourists that was called
Nazzal's Camp. In the center was a large dining tent. On the
north side of the camp and sheltering it is the great rock
mountain el Habis. The whole side of this mountain is dotted with
caves.
We had the choice of a tent or a cave in which to sleep.
Because a cold, stiff wind was blowing, we chose the shelter of
one of the caves. It looked as if the tents would not be able to
stand in the wind. So we climbed up a stairway cut in the side of
the mountain to a large cave. It was sectioned off into rooms by
canvas sheets. There were two cots in each section and a large
room in the center space.
I was so thoroughly chilled that I went right to bed. Soon,
though, I found that I had to get up and put on part of my
clothes and call for an extra blanket.
The Arabs cooked for the other guests in a cave below our
tier of caves and served the food in the dining tent. I had
learned by this time what not to eat, so I tacitly ate an orange
that our guide had given me before and then went to bed. With
hunger and cold I began to see that Petra was no bed of roses but
a place to really rough it.
I had gone to bed quite early and despite the hunger and
cold was sound asleep when suddenly I was awakened by a crowd of
twenty-eight people who had just arrived from Eljy, who had come
into the cave to hear a lecture by an English woman archaeologist
who was here from the English Antiquities Society. She, with a
number of Bedouins, was carrying on excavations in Petra. It
seems it was too cold in the dining tent to hear the lecture so
she brought them to the large cave where we were. It must have
been after ten o'clock when she completed the lecture and all was
quiet in the cave again.
Soon after everything had settled down, I heard other
occupants of the cave, including my husband, Dick and our guide
come in and go to their cots. Once more quietness prevailed until
all in the cave were sound asleep, except me.
Suddenly I was startled by frightening sounds. A number of
dogs began barking, which startled a number of donkeys so that
they began to bray. That, then, started the jackals and the
hyenas to yelping and screaming. I never heard such bedlam
before. I was certainly thankful that I was in the cave and not
in a tent.
Next morning I learned that the animals were scattered over
Petra and not near the camp. In fact, as we walked throughout
Petra, we saw none of them save the donkeys.
After having tea and an orange, we started the climb to
Petra's famous "high altar." We began the climb behind the ruins
of the ancient Roman temple.
Soon we came across a little Bedouin girl about ten years
old, herding a flock of black goats. I gave her some money to
have her stand beside me and have her picture taken. She was
dressed in black robes with a piece of black cloth over her head,
a ring in her nose, beads around her neck and bracelets on her
arms. All were made of cheap materials.
After she had stood for her picture, she called in an
ordinary tone of voice to someone way across the valley, and in
her Arabic tongue told them of the coin she had received. The
incredible acoustics of Petra carried her voice as if by a super
loudspeaker. She held her hand high, with the coin, to show it as
she called. I am sure that their sight is not as clear in Petra
as the sound, for many of the Bedouins have diseased eyes. But we
were amazed at being able to hear sounds so clearly over great
distances.
One evening Dick was across from our cave on another hilltop
quite a distance from us. Mr. Armstrong tried out the carrying
power of his voice and in a quiet tone asked, "Can you hear me,
Dick?" Dick answered, "Very clearly."
There are very few of these Bedouins in Petra. Children were
more in evidence than adults. They are the ones that herd the
black goats over the hills and even up the sides of the
mountains. We were surprised to see them no more than nine or ten
years old skipping around from rock to rock on a steep
mountainside as nimble, almost, as the goats.
After getting the little Bedouin girl's picture, we
continued on our climb to the "high altar." The going became more
difficult and we had to stop and rest often. It was quite
frightening to look down and we began to wonder whether to go on
further. Our guide told us that it would be dangerous to try to
descend now. He said if we would just keep climbing we could go
down on the other side of the mountain. The climb was difficult.
In some places we had to crawl on all fours.
As we ascended, we came face to face with a sculptured lion
cut in the face of the rock. We rested here and took pictures of
this beast which had been carved out of the stone many centuries
ago. It was not in the best of condition for the weather had
almost erased his head.
At last we reached the top. Here were two giant obelisks.
They had been made by hewing away of the whole top of the summit
of the hill. These were two of the gods of the ancient
Nabataeans.
Ascending to another high point we came to the ruins of a
temple situated high above the whole rock city of Petra. A
wonderful view!
Yet still higher up was the "high altar." By this time Mr.
Armstrong and I were perfectly willing to sit and rest by the
temple ruins and let Dick and Yasser, our guide, who had been
with us all the trip, and the native Bedouin guide, go on up to
the "high altar."
The "high altar" is a platform with an altar hewn out of the
rock. It is forty-seven feet by twenty-one feet. On one side, a
bench was cut in the rock for those who brought their sacrifices.
As we sat on the mountain top, we looked across to a
mountain called Jabel Haroun.
When Dick and Yasser and the Bedouin rejoined us, we started
our precarious descent to camp. The going was not too difficult,
that is, until we came to a large boulder much taller than any of
us, down which we had to go. The Bedouin hopped down to a ledge
below. Yasser, too, hopped down but not too easily -- the Bedouin
had to help him. There was not too much room left for us on the
ledge, but I was finally lifted down by two of them and was
placed at a little distance away. Now the problem was, how was
Mr. Armstrong going to get down?
On the sheer side of the rock there was nothing to hold
onto. If he slid down and did not land on the narrow ledge, he
would fall a great distance. Dick had gone on far ahead of us. We
called to him but he was too far below to return. Finally, the
Bedouin bent his back and encouraged Mr. Armstrong to step on
him. Yasser stood near to steady him. We spent some time getting
out of this predicament and were very thankful when we got out
without accident.
The descent was not so difficult from this point.
Dick had waited for us and we stopped often to view the city
of caves, temples and tombs. Far across we could see Bedouin
children here and there with their herds of black goats. We
marvelled at their ability to climb around on the steep places
with seemingly no difficulty at all, while we had to be so
careful.
We continued down, finally coming to a narrow stairway hewn
out of the rock. Here we saw and photographed an exquisite blue
lizard with the most beautiful amber eyes. I hope that the
picture comes out good.
We finally emerged near the Roman theater and then walked
back to camp.
Dick explored much more of Petra than we did -- at least in
the higher mountains. One mountain climb was enough for us.
We spent the afternoon in the lower hills, photographing a
number of the colorful natural caves as well as many that were
man-made.
We were rather weak from lack of food, most of our stay in
Petra. We drank tea because the water had been boiled. Perhaps
the water as it came from the spring was good, but it was brought
to camp in square tin cans slung over the back of a donkey that
was led by a very dirty Bedouin.
We could not see far into the "kitchen" cave, but what we
saw did not look too clean. However, Mr. Armstrong and Dick both
ate dinner. I stuck to the tea and as a result spent the night in
wakefulness. Even without the tea I would have not been able to
sleep because the same bedlam of the night before broke loose.
The blood-curdling sounds of wild animals seemed to continue for
hours.
Early the next morning, we arose and found that our horses
had already arrived from Eljy and along with them had come our
faithful little pack donkey.
We left the camp before sunup and soon reached the Khazneh.
It was still too dark to take pictures so we waited until the sun
began to shine on the marvelous carved temple. We obtained some
clear pictures of it.
Once more we mounted our horses and bade farewell to Petra.
We rode single file through the siq on our way back to
civilization -- that is, Arabic civilization.



Chapter 66
At Last! -- Jerusalem

I'M SURE every true minister of Jesus Christ has dreamed of
visiting Jerusalem and the Holy Land and so have millions of
others as well.
This cradle of three religions had always seemed, somehow,
to be a mystic, almost unreal land far off -- scarcely part of this
same earth. Now we were to be privileged to visit this land we
had heard so much about and read about ever since we were old
enough to read the Bible.
And we were to learn that it is, indeed, a real land right
here on this same earth on which we live. The land there is
composed of the same kind of earth we have always lived on.
Our visit made the Bible come alive! The Bible -- the records
of Abraham, Moses and ancient Israel, David, Nehemiah, Jesus
Christ, the apostles -- suddenly became REAL!
Here, now, is the third part of Mrs. Armstrong's diary.


PART III
by Loma D. Armstrong

WE ARRIVED back in Amman, Jordan, May 7, 1956, in the evening,
tired and dusty. We then picked up our bags we had left at the
hotel and, after looking in vain for mail from home, continued
toward Jerusalem.


From Amman to Jerusalem

This trip was so very interesting. The country is more beautiful
and every bit of the way filled with the history of the
Israelites -- with their wars, not only with the pagan nations
around them, but among themselves.
We saw the place where Absalom was killed. It is no longer a
wooded area, but today a bleak land denuded of trees. There are
no oak trees. Remember how Absalom tried to escape the armies of
David by riding on a mule through the area called the wood of
Ephraim? How his long hair was caught in the thick boughs of a
great oak before he was slain by Joab?
We went through Jericho where God caused the walls to fall
as the Israelites marched around the city.
We saw the mountain from which Moses viewed the Promised
Land before he died.
Every mile of the way was breathtaking. We were seeing in
our imaginations, again, the tribes of Israel before and after
they reached the Holy Land, then a land of rich vegetation, a
land flowing with milk and honey; but now, because of their sins
and their idolatry it is a land under a curse. The only trees are
those recently set out. Most of the land in Arab hands is uncared
for.


Nearing Jerusalem

We went through Bethphage and Bethany. Bethany is where Mary,
Martha and Lazarus lived and where Jesus raised Lazarus from the
dead. When Jesus went into the city of Jerusalem, He often went
to Bethany or out to the Mount of Olives to spend the night.
We passed the Garden of Gethsemane on our way to the hotel
in Jerusalem which was situated outside the walls of the city. We
looked forward to a good bath and a good bed after the long day's
ride from Petra. We were quite disappointed however. After
viewing the bathroom in connection with our rooms, we felt it
would be cleaner to go to bed without a bath. So, after washing
ourselves in sponge baths we tried to rest in very uncomfortable
beds.
We arose early, anxious to see all there is to see in
ancient Jerusalem. The old Jerusalem of Jesus' time is not there
now, except a few places where excavations have been made some
thirty feet below the present surface. Many shrines exist over
deep holes or caves. To get to them one has to go down a steep
stairway through dank, dark passageways; then there is a cave or
hole where candles are burning and where people are kneeling,
kissing rocks or cave walls. They believe these shrines to be the
places where this or that happened in the life of Christ.
One such place, called the Church of the Holy Sepulchre, was
crowded with people all overawed by a stone. Some were rubbing
their hands over it and then over their bodies. Another had an
airplane bag (the Pan-American bag that is given with purchase of
ticket) that he was rubbing over the stone. Another man lifted
himself up and scooted around on the rock, rubbing his hip over
it. Perhaps he expected healing from this procedure. Everyone
backed out of the place crossing himself or herself


The Site of the Crucifixion

The original level of the ancient city in the time of Jesus was
twenty to thirty feet below the present level. Two walls have
been built in different places since the original wall around
Jerusalem and only a small part of the old wall has been
excavated. The base of the old Damascus Gate has recently been
excavated under twenty feet of debris.
From this place can be seen The Place of a Skull. No one can
fail to see the resemblance. There is a low eroded forehead, two
deep hollows that make the eyes, a nose, and near the ground
level, twisted lips.
We viewed this skull from a spot near the tomb in the
garden; then walked past an ancient winepress to enter the nearby
tomb.
It was impossible fully to realize where we were -- what we
were seeing! To actually visit, to really see, and to walk into
the sepulchre from which Jesus rose immortal from the dead -- the
actual spot where the angels sat, at the right of the
entrance -- was an experience we couldn't fully comprehend until
later.
It is an unfinished sepulchre; only one tomb was completed.
Two others were partially finished. We saw the stone where the
angel sat and also where the linen cloths lay that Peter and John
saw as they stooped down and looked into the tomb.
We walked in the garden where Mary met the resurrected
Christ. We saw the place where the stone had been moved in the
groove to cover the opening of the sepulchre. Near all this are
evidences of rocks split by earthquakes. All of this, at the foot
of Golgotha, was excavated in the year 1893. This is the place
where Joseph of Arimathaea hurried to bury the body of Jesus as
the High Day Sabbath drew on.


The Sepulchre

This tomb is at the foot of The Place of a Skull. There is a
garden surrounding the tomb. It all is as the Bible describes,
while the place in the city called the Holy Sepulchre is under a
church, down a steep stairway, to a hole in the ground where
there is a rock.
We visited many places in the old city where churches and
shrines were built over spots purported to be where Christ did
this or that. They probably are fakes. All have their boxes out
for money.
The ancient city of Jerusalem was destroyed. The Arab city
now in existence on the site is crowded. Their Mosque or "Dome of
the Rock" now is at the site of the temple Solomon built.
Inside this Dome of the Rock, which is built on Mt. Moriah,
is a huge boulder surrounded by the dome. This boulder is covered
and protected by glass on the circular hall around it. There is
an entrance to a cave below this rock to an ancient threshing
floor. There we found Muslim women bowing, kneeling, and touching
their heads to the floor in their worship. On top of the rock,
they claim, is the place Abraham led Isaac to sacrifice and near
the place where the ram was caught in the bushes. Near the Dome
of the Rock is the "gate called Beautiful" where the lame beggar
was healed by Peter and John.
We were driven out to see the Valley of Hinnom (Gehenna), or
hell as the Authorized Version reads.
We drove to Bethlehem to the church built over the place
claimed to be the stable where Christ was born. This also is a
deep hole under the church, down steep stairs, through dank, dark
rat-runs to a cave -- not a stable or anything resembling a stable
or manger where Christ was born as given by Scripture. Here was
an idol in a cradle. There were also numerous candles and odd
lamps burning; and people were also kissing walls and floors and
crossing themselves.
Adjoining this is a Greek Orthodox church over another hole
they claim is the birthplace of Christ. Here there was another
statue in another cradle and other candles and other people
kissing stones, floors, and walls. Our guide told us that the two
churches, or the priests of the two, get into real fights
sometimes. Each church has out its money boxes and each watches
the other in jealousy.
We drove by Rachel's tomb on the way to and from Bethlehem
and stopped there for a few moments. She died here at the birth
of Benjamin.


When Not to Eat "Lamb"!

When we returned to our hotel, we were tired and hungry. I tried
to eat. Muslims do not eat unclean meats but the "lamb" they
served had been a lamb many years ago. Although I lost a lot of
weight, I don't believe I'll be able to eat "lamb" again for
months or maybe years. From Egypt on, everything has been "lamb."
Strong, smelly, tough lamb! Everyone and every place smells of
sheep, goats, and camels. I wonder if I will ever be able to get
the sheepy, goaty, camel-ly smell out of my memory!
The next day we went to the top of the Mount of Olives. This
was a real inspiration. This is the place where Christ spent much
of His time, and the mountain from which He ascended into heaven
and on which His feet will again stand when He returns to this
earth a glorified Christ and King of kings. We who overcome and
are faithful unto the end, will be there with Him. I may never
again see the Mount of Olives in my mortal life but I expect to
see it again then with Him.
We walked down into the beautiful Garden of Gethsemane among
the ancient olive trees -- some over two thousand years old. We
walked in the place where Christ prayed and sweated great drops
of blood in His agony before He was betrayed by Judas. It is
impossible to express the thoughts, the sensations, and the
inspirations that one experiences here. It is so cold on paper,
but to be there and experience it makes it all very real. To me
the Bible is a new book now -- so alive and real!
Our time in the old city of Jerusalem, under Arab control,
was up. We were driven to the Mandelbaum Gate where we were to
pass out of Jordan into Israel -- the Jewish section. Yasser took
us to the gate and through it to a small shed which is the Arab
border customs house. Just outside are cement tank traps, tangled
barbed wires, and many bombed-out buildings.
From here on for 100 yards was "no man's land."


Entering Israel

No Arab was allowed to help us across to the Israeli side; so
Yasser stood on a cement tank trap waving to us as we started out
on foot across this precarious ground. Mr. Armstrong and Dick
were loaded down with bags. I had the two cameras, Dick's blue
airplane bag, my hatbox, and the handbag. Watched behind by the
Arabs and in front by the Jews, we caught the feeling of
animosity that exists between the two enemies. Soon we were faced
by a sand-bagged shack on the Jewish side. We were watched
through a small window used as a place to shoot any intruder.
An Israeli met us when we had finally made it across "no
man's land" and helped us into Israeli customs. We had to call
American Express from here and found out that our Israeli guide
had gone to Tel Aviv. We then called a taxi and went to our
hotel -- the King David.
What a change! It was like suddenly entering a new world.
All was different here. The streets are clean and wide. The
children playing on the lawns are clean and healthy looking. The
hotel is beautiful and clean. The luxury of baths in clean
bathrooms and eating in a clean dining room was such a wonderful
feeling. I spent one day sick abed.
Our tour over all Israel was so different from the Arab
countries. There were no more Arab robes, nor diseased, crippled,
and deformed people. These were more like the people of our
country, yet they are not from America but from the countries of
Europe, Asia and Africa.
We spent a couple of days seeing the Israeli side of
Jerusalem. It is a comparatively new city, and very modern. It
probably was open field in Jesus' day. None of old historic
Jerusalem is in Israeli hands [in 1965].
After a visit to the tombs of the Sanhedrin and to the town
where John the Baptist was born, we drove to Tel Aviv, over the
ancient territories of Judah, Benjamin and Dan. Tel Aviv, of
course, is on the Mediterranean seacoast. From here, stopping
only to check for mail, we proceeded north along the coast
through the ancient lands of Dan, Ephraim, and into Manasseh,
then northeast over into the Valley of Jezreel and to Megiddo.
This place is the "Armageddon" of Bible prophecy, where armies
assemble for the future battle of the "Great Day of God
Almighty".
In this valley more battles have been fought than any other
place in the world. Once again blood will flow "unto the horse
bridles" at this place. In the distance, across the valley, we
could see Mt. Tabor.


Approaching Nazareth

We continued along the highway northeast to the town of Nazareth,
where Jesus lived as a boy. Nazareth is located on a rather steep
hill. The ancient city of Jesus' boyhood is gone -- buried
underneath today's city. The present city is now and has been for
hundreds of years occupied by Arabs. The Arabs have built their
city with adobe and stone.
Again we were taken to a dirty cave over which is a church.
They claim it to be the boyhood home of Jesus. There was another
they called the home of Mary's girlhood. But Jesus was a
carpenter; and they did not live in dirt caves. Here again were
fakes for money-getting.
We were taken to a synagogue that had been excavated. This
was the site of an earlier synagogue where Jesus did attend and
where he "stood up for to read" (Luke 4:16).
After another Arab lunch in Nazareth, we drove past Cana of
Galilee where Jesus performed His first miracle.
As we neared the Sea of Galilee, we stopped and viewed it
first, from a high hill. The sea is approximately 700 feet below
sea level.
As we drove over all this country between Nazareth, Cana,
Capernaum, and the Sea of Galilee, it brought again to life the
New Testament. Jesus walked over these hills along this way. He
too viewed the blue Sea of Galilee from this high point, for it
is on the way to Capernaum.
We drove along the seashore where even today the fishermen
launch their boats and mend their nets. This is where Jesus
called Peter and Andrew, and where they left their nets and
followed Him.
We went over the hills where He fed the five thousand, and
we could view the place, across the lake, where He cast the
demons out of the two demoniacs, and the swine ran down the steep
embankment into the sea.
We passed through Magdala, the home of Mary the Magdalene,
and then on to Capernaum. The town is gone but the synagogue has
been excavated. It is in ruins now. It is a much larger place
than the one in Nazareth. Here again, though, they have a high
iron fence around the place and expect money to be given for
looking at it.
Jesus devoted a large part of His ministry to this region
around the lake of Galilee, especially around the northwest
portion of the lake where we were, and it was a very impressive
experience to be there on the very spot.
It was growing late in the afternoon, so we drove on across
the valley of Jezreel again, forking northward, arriving in Haifa
in the early evening. Haifa is a very busy seaport city, located
on a bay overlooked by the north tip of Mt. Carmel. We registered
at our hotel and went for a walk around the city. A United States
cruiser was in port, and we saw a number of American sailors.


A Jewish Wedding

When we returned to the modern hotel for dinner, we found that
hotel guests were not being admitted to the main dining room,
located on the lower level below the street-level lobby. A Jewish
wedding feast was in progress and the wedding guests completely
filled the large main dining room. Hotel guests were being served
in a smaller room on the same floor. It was filled, and we had to
wait in this lower-level lobby some thirty minutes for a table.
This gave us opportunity to observe a little of the Jewish
wedding feast. This was most interesting, after having passed by
Cana of Galilee that day, where Jesus attended a Jewish wedding
more than 1,900 years ago, and turned the water into wine. We
learned that Jewish weddings are elaborate affairs. The bride and
groom came out in the lobby to have their pictures taken while we
were there.
We spent the night in Haifa. Next morning we were driven all
over the city, and stopped to go through a Jewish industrial fair
being held there at the time. Here we saw displayed exhibits of
the various products now being manufactured in the new nation of
Israel. It was an eye-opening revelation. It seemed to us that
the Jews who have returned to Palestine are now manufacturing
there almost every commodity and gadget that they need to be
self-supporting. We saw literally thousands of different items of
modern Jewish manufacture, for home, farm, office or factory.
Then we were driven up on Mt. Carmel, which overlooks the
city.
We ate lunch on Mt. Carmel where Elijah lived. We drove past
the place where Jezebel and King Ahab lived when she was thrown
out of the window and the dogs ate her. We also saw the place of
their summer palace, and the place where Elijah dared the
prophets of Baal to call down fire to burn up the sacrifice, and
where God, at Elijah's prayer, sent down the fire that not only
burned the sacrifice but the altar, the stones, and the dust. We
were over the hills and dales where the prophets of Baal were
slain.
From there we proceeded south and visited one of the
Hadassah farms where Jewish children, from all countries, many of
them orphans, are entered at the age of ten and schooled and
trained until they are eighteen. It was a fruitful and beautiful
place.
The children do all the work -- care for the buildings, the
chickens, the stock, and the farm. The supervisors train them to
do each job well. They are so happy there that even though they
sometimes leave for a visit to their homes they are always in a
hurry to return.
We took pictures of this place. The overseer turned on a
beautiful fountain for us and showed us the flowers. We took
pictures of them in color.
Some of the boys took Mr. Armstrong and Dick to show them
the stock. They are all very proud of their place and their work.
As we drove through the fertile fields, I stopped and picked
some of the lovely lavender hollyhocks that grow wild everywhere
along the roads.
Much of our journey from Haifa to Tel Aviv was along the
Mediterranean Sea. It was such a beautiful trip.
We visited a communal farm between Haifa and Tel Aviv where
families live and have everything in common. These are very
productive farms, and because the land of Palestine has had its
rest, it is very fertile.
These people live in large buildings and have a common
dining hall, kitchen, and living room. The barns and dairy are
nearby, while the fields go for miles in all directions.
They drive out in the morning to cultivate the land. Each
group has its certain work to do.


That American Tourist Again!

When we reached Tel Aviv we found a modern city. It was Friday
afternoon when we arrived. Our hotel was a beautiful modern
building on the seashore. When we entered the dining room here
again was the woman whom we had seen and heard at Baalbek, Amman,
and again at the King David in Jerusalem. It seemed wherever we
went she was there. We did not want to start a conversation with
her or rather have her try to start one with us, so we veered off
to another corner of the dining room.
Our rooms here were very nice. On leaving us after taking up
our bags, the boy said, "Shalom." Each time anyone greeted us
this was the word they used.
We had a new experience the next day. Everything all over
the city was closed. It was the Sabbath -- no buses, no streetcars,
not even any mail delivery to the hotel. Yet the Sabbath is not
observed as a sacred day. The only synagogue we saw was a small
one. All streets within two or three blocks of it each way were
closed to traffic. However, the other streets were full of people
out walking or on the beach swimming, surfboard riding, and
playing games. It is a day used by many for their pleasure.
The land now called Israel is being rebuilt by Jews who are
leaving God entirely out of their plans.
I sat on the beach at the rear of the hotel and a Jewess
from New York was there with a Hadassah group. She talked to me
of the wonderful things they were doing for the children and of
the general upbuilding of the land of Israel. But, when I tried
to talk of the part their religion had in the building of the
country there was no answer. She just was not interested. God is
not in the picture at all.
We had driven out to the ruins of Ashdod, a totally ruined
and deserted Arab town since 1948. Thence we went to desolate
Ashkelon where some of the ruins of the ancient city have been
excavated and where part of the ancient wall still stands. God
said that this city would be completely destroyed and it was.
We drove to Ekron where we took pictures of a group of
Yemenite Jewish children. They are very dark.
After another night in Tel Aviv, we flew to Istanbul,
Turkey. We had to fly over the Mediterranean Sea, the island of
Cyprus -- one of the world trouble-spots -- Asian Turkey, over the
Sea of Marmara and the Bosporus before arriving in Istanbul,
which is located in European Turkey.
We stayed at the Hilton Hotel in Istanbul that was built by
the American hotel man, Conrad Hilton.


Viewing the Black Sea Near Russia

Our first trip here was a boat ride up the Bosporus to the
entrance of the Black Sea -- Russian waters. We saw the submarine
nets near the entrance to the Black Sea, put there by the Turks
to prevent Russian submarines from coming through.
The trip was tiring because the boat was packed and we could
hardly find even standing room. This was because we were there
during the time of the completion of the Ramadan -- a thirty-day
Muslim fast, which is ended with three days of feasting and
holiday. Although the Turks are Muslims in religion, they do not
wear the Arab dress or the fez, the robes, the veils for women,
etc. These were all outlawed by Ataturk, a former ruler.
Our guide this time was a woman. She was a very nice looking
Turkish woman, who in summer works for American Express and in
winter teaches in a girls' school.
At the end of our boat trip up the Bosporus, we landed at a
large village and took a car back through the country to
Istanbul.
Many of the buildings in Istanbul are modern, but many also
are very, very old frame houses so ancient they look as if they
are ready to cave in: yet people live even up in the third and
fourth stories of these old firetraps.
Our guide took us through the old mosque and also the palace
of the king, now a museum where we saw the largest collection of
china on earth. There was room after room filled with it from all
parts of the world.
Our stay in Istanbul was short. We left there May 17 and
flew over the Golden Horn, the Sea of Marmara, and the Aegean Sea
to Athens, Greece.


Greece and Its Statues

The German president and his retinue had taken over this hotel
where we had reservations; so we had to find another. The beds
were just thin pads on wooden slats with no springs and not
enough cover. The bathroom was dirty, so we only spent a few
hours in our rooms and the rest of the time looking over the city
where the Apostle Paul spent so much time.
There is always a silver lining to every cloud. Even though
we had to stay in a very uncomfortable place, we were not in the
same hotel with the lady whom we first met at Baalbek who did get
in the hotel where the Germans were.
We had to avoid her. She caused trouble wherever she went.
At the King David while in Jerusalem, she had several waiters
trying to soothe her ruffled feathers and finally, before we
left, the head waiter had been called to try to calm her. We
scurried out of sight of her in this hotel.
Our guide was a woman -- a Greek Orthodox, and our driver was
a man. We drove to the museums, then past the palace and back to
the hotel for lunch.
During our visit in the museums, our guide was disgusted
with us and frustrated at our lack of enthusiasm over the icons
and religious trappings and pictures. She would exclaim, "Isn't
this beautiful?" over some picture and receive no response from
us. Finally, Mr. Armstrong told her what he thought of
superstition and gave her a good explanation of what life is all
about. She heard the gospel for the first time in her life.
We went to the marketplace where Paul disputed with the
Athenians. We also saw Mars' Hill where Paul told the Greek
"wise" men that they were too superstitious and declared to them
the true God. We went up to the famous Acropolis and spent some
time there.
Our stay was not long in Athens, but we were able to see all
the Bible places connected with Paul's ministry.


On to Rome

As we flew over the Mediterranean, across the boot of Italy,
along the coast of Italy, the Bay of Naples and then to Rome, we
were contemplating staying no longer than two days; we were now
one week ahead of schedule. However, when we arrived May 18, we
called the hotel in London by telephone to try to advance our
reservations there five days, but found they were crowded and no
space was available until Friday, May 25; so we stayed the full
week in Rome.
The city is so very interesting. We spent every day in
historic places. On Thursday, May 19, we drove to Naples along
the Appian Way where Paul entered Rome after landing near or in
the Bay of Naples. It was a very beautiful drive to Naples with
many interesting places to see.
After seeing Naples, we drove to the ruined city of Pompeii.
This was the most startling place we have seen. In the year A.D.
79, Pompeii was completely covered with ashes from Mt. Vesuvius.
It was the city of twenty thousand people. While thousands
escaped from the city to the sea, hundreds perished in their
homes and in the streets.
In the year 1860, excavations began. We walked down the
narrow cobblestone streets worn by chariot wheels and saw public
buildings still standing. Only the walls remained. The roofs were
gone -- fallen in from the weight of the ashes and cinders.
We entered the doors of many homes and saw, in some, their
household gods. These were near the entrance to the homes.
We saw the bodies of the victims that have been found
preserved in the ash. These were in the museum. Even the
expressions on their faces are preserved. One dog still with the
chain around his neck was twisted, with his head under his body,
showing the agony it suffered before it died.
There are two loaves of bread preserved and hardened. Here
was bread two thousand years old.
There was also the body of a woman with her arm over her
face to protect it. An expression of stark fear and agony was on
her face. Some of the bones of the hand and leg were showing
through the encrusted body.
We walked past their pagan temples and through the city
center. One has to visit the place to really understand. It was
overwhelming. One feels shocked beyond expression and has a great
pity for these people, even though they have been dead over
eighteen hundred years. It is impossible to realize that it
happened so long ago when you are there and viewing their bodies.


The Image of Mary

We drove back to Rome. On the way we passed a funeral in one of
the villages. The hearse was a highly decorated, immense,
horse-drawn affair; and the whole funeral procession was more
like a parade.
When we entered the suburbs of Rome, we got into a traffic
jam that seemed hours before we moved. When finally we began to
inch along, we found what had held up traffic. It was a
life-sized statue called Mary that was on a brightly lighted
truck used in a political campaign. An election was coming up and
the Christian Democrats were urging everyone to vote to defeat
the Communists.
It seemed that wherever a statue called Mary was seen in
Rome many worshipers would stop and stare in worshipful awe. They
will even stop city traffic.


Statue of Peter

We went through St. Peter's cathedral again, once more watching
people as they pass the seated statue in the cathedral, kissing
its big toe. One after another they kissed the big toe, even
lifting up little children. Whether diseased, dirty or clean, all
were crossing themselves and kissing the toe that was now worn
shiny from years of this procedure.
A halo has been placed over the head -- or perhaps it's called
a crown, and huge keys made and fastened in the hand. It is now
called "St. Peter" with the keys to the kingdom of God.
We went through the treasury in the church and saw millions
of dollars worth of jeweled religious robes, crowns, and all
sorts of things. Among them was the triple crown of the Pope. In
some jeweled objects were bones, small bones, or piece of bone
from some pope or saint.
We went through the Vatican Museum on two different days. It
was our third visit to these places.


Home Again!

We were glad when we were able to leave Rome and once again fly
(even though I dislike flying) to England. We flew over the
Mediterranean, and then over the Alps. We flew very near Mt.
Blanc and that was awe inspiring and beautiful. It is the highest
mountain in the Alps. All the flight across those snowcapped
mountains was so beautiful that I almost relaxed.
It was beginning to become dark as we flew over France and
the English Channel.
When we arrived in London, George Meeker, from our London
office, was there to meet us. It was almost like arriving home.
Our long, long trip over Egypt, Iraq, Syria, Lebanon,
Jordan, Israel, Turkey, Greece, and Italy was over. The English
seemed like home folks. London looked so good.
Here we finally had letters from home and at last good clean
food and comfortable beds, and, of course, George Meeker.



Chapter 67
Touring Europe by Car

MRS. ARMSTRONG, our son Richard David and I returned by air to
London from our Middle East tour Friday, May 25, 1956.
Before leaving London on this tour of the Bible lands,
arrangements had been completed for holding a two-weeks' speaking
engagement at Dennison House, a hall in London's downtown West
End near Victoria Station. The office had been left in charge of
George Meeker while we were gone. He and the office staff in
London had sent out notices of the meetings to those in and near
London on our mailing list.


Speaking Campaign in London

Almost two years before, I had engaged a hall and spoken three
successive nights in London. So this was the second time for
speaking before our radio listeners in London.
Customarily, in earlier years, I had held evangelistic
meetings six nights a week for six weeks. But these were not
"evangelistic" meetings -- but rather speaking engagements for the
purpose of meeting those who had become regular radio listeners.
Commencement exercises at Pasadena that year were held on
Friday, June 1. Our son Garner Ted graduated on that day -- the
first commencement at Pasadena I had missed.
Immediately after his graduation in 1956, Ted and his wife,
Shirley, flew on over to meet us in London.
Actually, before leaving London on the Middle East tour I
had written a letter, to be printed later and mailed to our
mailing list for the area, inviting them to these special
services. At the time of writing, we did not yet know just where
the meetings would be held. I had arranged for our London
advertising agency to work out the booking of a suitable hall
with Mr. Meeker. Mr. Meeker was to add this information to my
letter.
Although I had written this letter in April, before our tour
of the Bible lands, it was finally dated May 22, when Mr. Meeker
posted it. It was sent only to those radio listeners already on
our mailing list. It said: "I hope to meet you personally here in
London very soon -- and for some of our friends, it will be for the
second time." Then the meetings were announced, beginning June 4,
for Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday nights of that week,
and Monday through Friday the following week. On the second week,
my son Dick spoke one night, and Garner Ted the following night.
I did the speaking on all other nights.


Touring Europe

Early Sunday morning, June 17, the five of us -- Dick, Ted and
Shirley, Mrs. Armstrong and I -- left in my car, which we had
brought over with us on the Queen Mary, for a brief tour of the
Continent.
I do not remember all the events of that tour, but we
crossed the Channel from Dover to Calais on a ferry, drove on to
Paris. Tuesday we drove on to Luxembourg. On the way we examined
many scenes of both world wars. Seeing the actual battlefields
made the wars seem much more real.
At Luxembourg we visited the radio station, then on to
Frankfurt. Mrs. Armstrong, Dick, and I had driven through
Germany, and visited Frankfurt am Main in 1954, and Dick had been
there in 1952. We were tremendously impressed with the amazing
progress in restoration of bombed-out areas, which had devastated
most of the city -- and other German cities as well.
When Dick had visited Frankfurt in 1952, people were living
in quickly erected temporary little cabins or shacks. They were
then rapidly rebuilding their industrial sections, with
apparently inspired zeal. Retail stores were operating out of
temporarily roofed-over, mostly destroyed business district
buildings. Their temporary little wooden cabins were being made
neat, with patches of lawn and carefully planted flowers.
When we had visited Frankfurt with Dick in 1954, almost
unbelievable progress had been made. The giant factories were
then restored and steaming full-blast -- many twenty-four hours a
day. The retail business districts were well toward complete
restoration, and almost endless blocks of flats and apartment
dwellings being rapidly erected. But there still were many whole
blocks of stark devastation, as yet uncleared.
But now, in 1956, few vacant blocks remained from war's
destruction. Work was rapidly nearing completion in expanding the
retail district and residential areas. German cities had made far
greater progress at restoration than had London.
Even ten years before, people of other countries were saying
Germany would never rise again -- or, as some cautiously admitted,
it would take fifty to a hundred years to restore devastated
Germany.
We spent a day driving over various parts of Frankfurt. Then
on Friday, June 22, we drove on to Munich on the famous German
autobahn. Some one of us became careless. The car ran out of
fuel. We were out in a wide expanse of country, miles from any
town. One of the party remembered passing a petrol station a
couple miles back. So, with the car pulled over to the side of
the highway, Mrs. Armstrong, Shirley and I waited while Dick and
Ted started afoot back along the autobahn.
About an hour later -- actually much sooner than we expected
them, they returned in a car which had taken them in, with a can
of gasoline.
At Munich we saw the same miraculous restoration -- streets
lined with gleaming modern new buildings. On Saturday night we
visited the historic beer hall where Hitler's Beer-Hall Putsch
started, November 8 and 9, 1923. Actually, this beer hall might
be called the site of the beginning of World War II. On November
12, 1923, Hitler was arrested for leading the putsch, and
imprisoned at Landsberg. There he wrote Mein Kampf.
We didn't remain long in this beer hall. Hundreds of robust
Bavarians were drinking their beer, shouting with deafening,
throaty voices, holding their giant beer steins aloft. Mrs.
Armstrong wanted to leave immediately. Nevertheless, it was quite
an experience.


En Route to Switzerland

Sunday, June 24, we drove on southwest toward Zurich. En route we
passed through a corner of Austria -- had lunch at a restaurant in
an Austrian town, probably Bregenz. The Bavarian countryside
between Munich and the Austrian border was very scenic. We were
impressed with the large farm dwellings, where the barns for
livestock were part of the same building as the family dwelling.
Their system of gathering hay also was something we had not seen
before.
Then came a unique experience. We entered and crossed one of
the tiniest little countries in the world, Liechtenstein. There
was a certain amount of mountainous scenery, and a castle atop a
small mountain.
But very soon we entered scenic Switzerland, and, between
Liechtenstein and Zurich, one of its most scenic highways. Much
of it was along two elongated lakes, the Walensee and the Zurich.
There was just enough mountain scenery, combined with the beauty
of the lakes, to make it breathtaking and exciting. The higher
mountains, of course, are a little farther south. Switzerland
undoubtedly offers the most stupendous, breathtaking scenery of
any part of the world I have visited -- and I have traveled
completely around the world.
We merely spent the night in Zurich. A grand-scale festival
was in progress, and we were only able to get our car within
about two blocks of our hotel. We had to carry suitcases afoot
through the throngs of happy festival participants -- many in
native costumes. The gaiety lasted well past midnight. We viewed
the excitement from our hotel windows, but finally were able to
get some sleep after the noise and din began to subside.
Monday morning we walked up and down the
Bahnhofstrasse -- Zurich's main business street, and did some
shopping for wristwatches. There I purchased the watch I wore for
many years, a Rolex Chronograph. It gave the day of the week, day
of the month and was also a stopwatch.
When I purchased this watch, Dick solemnly shook his head in
mock disapproval, saying, "It's no good, Dad. It doesn't tell
what year it is."
By noon on that Monday we arrived at Lucerne in time for
lunch.
Then we proceeded along the way of exciting scenery and
beautiful lakes to Interlaken, arriving a little late for evening
dinner. However, the kitchen staff hurriedly prepared a special
meal just for us. Switzerland is just about as famous for its
good cooking as it is for its fantastic mountain and lake
scenery, its watches, and its trains which always run on
time -- you can set your watch by the arrival or departure of a
train.


The Spectacular Alps

Next morning, early, we boarded one of the mountain trains which
daily transport awestruck crowds up to the top of the spectacular
Jungfrau, one of the highest peaks in the Alps. We changed trains
twice, as the climbing became steeper, proceeding on a cog
railway.
The steep journey winding upward is simply one breathtaking
and exciting view after another. Cameras click constantly.
Arriving to the top, we found it necessary to purchase specially
dark sunglasses. The brilliant sun, reflecting on the glistening
white of the snow and glacier is almost blinding to the natural
eye on a cloudless day.
We had lunch in the large restaurant at the top -- took the
few tunneled side tours, and then started the slow descent on the
cog railway. The afternoon was well spent on returning to
Interlaken.
Wednesday morning we were back in our car resuming our
journey. Retracing our way some little distance, we then
proceeded east and south toward Lugano, which Mrs. Armstrong and
I had visited in 1947. We passed through some of the most
spectacular mountain scenery in the world. Arriving at the famous
St. Gotthard Pass, we decided to load our automobile on one of
the flatcars which the railroad makes available for that purpose,
and ride through the railroad tunnel, rather than drive the car
on the winding figure-eight roadway over the mountain.
At Lugano we again contacted and visited Madame Helene
Bieber, whom we had gone to Lugano to see in 1947. At that time
we had visited Madame Bieber's villa, Heleneum, with a view to
its possible purchase for the European branch of Ambassador
College. We had envisioned this branch college in Europe even
before the opening of the college in Pasadena. We then drove on
to Milan, northern metropolis of Italy, for the night.
The next morning, Thursday, after visiting the great
cathedral in Milan, we drove on to Genoa, on the beautiful
Mediterranean Sea. I had read about Genoa even as a boy. It was
exciting to visit it for the first time. We drove around the city
a bit, had lunch there, and then proceeded west along the Italian
Riviera. I had always heard a great deal about the Riviera. But
when one speaks of the Riviera, he is speaking of the French
Riviera, farther on west -- especially that bit of coastline from
Monte Carlo on past Nice and Cannes.


Bustling Italian Riviera

But we found the Italian Riviera one continuous winding coastline
of jam-packed beaches, with a continuous congestion of town after
town, and perhaps hundreds of Mediterranean-front hotels. Only
these hotels were not the large, elegant, luxury-class hotels of
Cannes and Nice, frequented by the rich of the world. The Italian
Riviera, we found, was far more densely populated with
pleasure-seeking vacationists than that of the French coast. But
that was true because it is a much lower-cost type of resort
area.
We found going quite slow along this Italian Riviera because
of traffic congestion. We reached Monte Carlo by evening, where
we had reservations for the night at a hotel.
Next morning, Friday, now the 29th of June, we drove, first,
up to the palace of Monaco, which is ruled by Prince Rainier III.
He had married the American motion picture actress, Grace Kelly,
April 18, just a couple of months before our visit. As we
approached the palace, atop a hill, we began to wonder why all
visiting sightseers seemed to be staring at us. We learned that,
although we were not driving an expensive limousine, such as one
would expect royalty to ride in, but just an ordinary car in the
Chrysler line, Prince Rainier and Princess Grace drove the same
model car we were driving!
Monaco is another of these very tiny nations. Its entire
area is only one-half square mile! Its population is around
20,000, and that includes the city of Monte Carlo, a small city
of only 9,500 resident citizens. But of course the hotel
population of visitors swells that considerably. This little
nation is entirely surrounded by France, except for the
Mediterranean coast. Yet it has existed as an independent
principality for 300 years! This miniature nation has no income
tax. But it is one of the world's famed tourist resorts. It
derives its government income from gambling at the casino, the
sale of postage stamps, the indirect taxation on money spent by
tourists, and a tobacco monopoly. This made two of these very
little countries we had visited this trip.
As we proceeded west toward Spain, we made brief stops at
both Nice and Cannes, which we had never visited before. But we
had no inclination to join the playboy vacationers lolling around
on the beaches in front of the luxury hotels. We continued on to
Marseilles, France, where we had hotel reservations.
One interesting thing I remember about Marseilles. The
Harlem Globetrotters professional basketball team was there. We
did not attend any performance, although we assumed they probably
were giving one. But we had seen them at performances back home.
They stage a hilarious performance. The things they can do with a
basketball must be seen to be believed.
On Sunday morning, now July 1, we continued our trek along
the Mediterranean, entering Spain, and arriving by evening at
Barcelona. This was our first visit to Spain. It was necessary to
visit Spain because Garner Ted speaks the language fluently. We
noticed at once something we had not seen previously, in other
countries. Dictator Franco had his armed gendarmes stationed at
frequent intervals along the highways.
At Barcelona we were put in one of the finest hotel suites I
had ever seen. This was not of our choosing. American Express,
London, had arranged all bookings. The bathroom off the room Mrs.
Armstrong and I occupied had one of these elaborate sunken Roman
baths. But when we checked out on Tuesday morning, the hotel
office overcharged us rather outrageously -- completely above the
price quoted the travel agency. Protest did no good. This is
somewhat of a European custom. But we had the consolation that we
had enjoyed exceptional accommodations, at least. Barcelona is a
city of about one and one-half million people. We found it
interesting, but I do not remember anything worth recording here.
Tuesday was another day of driving. Tuesday night we checked
in at the Castelana Hilton Hotel in Madrid. It was a
comparatively new hotel. Certain parts of the building were still
unfinished. But we learned that certain parts of virtually all
buildings in Spain are left unfinished. It seems that once
buildings are almost completed -- sufficiently to be occupied -- they
simply never do get around to completing them.


Inside Spain

We found Madrid to be an exceptionally beautiful city of two
million population. It has broad avenues and boulevards, with
beautiful parking alongside, and the streets lined with imposing
and beautiful buildings.
Dick had been there before. He had made the acquaintance of
a young man of a family of the former nobility -- prior to the
Franco regime. This young man had visited Ambassador College in
Pasadena, so we had all met him. We spent one enjoyable evening
at the home of his widowed mother and two sisters. The mother was
an accomplished pianist. They had a grand piano, and she played
for us.
The next day, July 4, our American Independence Day, this
young man -- I believe his name was Francisco -- arranged for a
friend, Juan, to drive us out past the outskirts of the city -- I
believe the direction was north or slightly northwest -- to one of
the most unusual structural operations I have ever seen. General
Franco was secretly building a tremendous cathedral, to become a
surprise gift to the Catholic Church. I'm sure there is nothing
like it. It begins on the side of a small mountain. Actually this
church or cathedral is a gigantic tunnel under the mountain,
coming out on the far side of the mountain. As I remember it, it
had a ceiling higher than any other room in the world -- and it was
unbelievably long. Also, it was being done in magnificent and
ornate cathedral style. We drove around the mountain to the rear
entrance.
There, on level ground just beyond the far side of the
mountain, was a most beautiful building. It was beautiful in its
very plain simplicity. It had been built as a monastery, which
the Generalissimo had wanted to present as a gift to the monks.
But the monks had refused to accept it. It was "too fine." The
monks have taken a vow of poverty. They seem to feel they must
live in surroundings so plain that they are gloomy, depressing,
utterly lacking in anything fine and beautiful.
Incidentally, this very experience impressed on me an
outstanding difference between Ambassador College and other
universities. Between the 6th and 12th centuries, the only
colleges in Europe were the cathedral schools and the monastic
schools. The monastic schools were colleges for training the
monks, usually if not always located in the monasteries. After
the founding of the first modern-type university in the 12th
century -- the University of Paris -- the monastic tradition seemed
to cling to all educational institutions as an inviolable policy.
That is the reason classrooms, libraries, study rooms, lecture
rooms, halls, in so many colleges and universities have always
been so excessively plain, foreboding, gloomy, depressing.
At Ambassador College we strive to create even a physical
atmosphere of equality, character and beauty. We find quality and
cultural surroundings much more conducive to inspiring education
than a bare, colorless, depressing atmosphere.
While shopping in Madrid we strolled into the lobby of one
of the luxury European-type hotels. At a cigar-news-souvenir
counter, we found a beautiful gaily-dressed Spanish doll of
perhaps fourteen or eighteen inches in height. Mrs. Armstrong
liked it, and I purchased it for her.
That started a hobby. Mrs. Armstrong continued collecting
dressed-up dolls in various countries we have traveled through,
usually in the native dress or costume of that country. Her doll
collection has been used in elementary schools to help children
understand the people of other countries, and how they dress.
The night of July 4 we were unable to sleep until long after
midnight. In a hotel court below our window a group of Americans
were celebrating Independence Day. The alcohol was flowing, and
the voices were not only merry -- they were loud! So even though we
were far from America, there was a 4th of July celebration going
on!
On Thursday, July 5, we started driving back north. We
reached San Sebastian, in northern Spain on the Atlantic and near
the French border, for lunch, and spent the night at the French
town of Poitiers. We stopped off at Versailles on the way in to
Paris.
The next day we were spending a quiet day in our hotel
suite.



Chapter 68
Purchasing Ambassador Hall

OUR OVERSEAS TOUR of 1956 had been a long and eventful one.
From Paris, we drove our car back to London -- crossing the
Channel, Calais to Dover, by ferry.
At the time, we had left George Meeker in charge of the
London office. After checking in at the office in London, within
a few days we again boarded the Queen Mary for the return voyage
to the United States.


The 1956 Return Voyage

All four of the larger British and American trans-Atlantic ships
conduct table-tennis tournaments during the crossing. On most
voyages I have noticed there are no real expert table-tennis
players on board. But on this particular crossing there were four
or five who were fairly good -- among them the former Maureen
Connolly, nicknamed "Little Mo," three times women's world
champion lawn tennis player -- usually ranked with Helen Wills as
one of the best women tennis players of all time. Maureen was
rather good at table tennis, although not of the topflight
championship class she had been at lawn tennis.
As I remember, our younger son played her during the
tournament, but neither he nor I remember now who won. Garner Ted
had been, nine or ten years earlier, a rather good table tennis
player.
Before sailing from Southampton, Dick had sold his
Hillman-Minx car, receiving almost as much for it as he had paid
new two years before.
Arriving in New York, Dick purchased a new Mercedes -- one of
the smaller models -- and drove it back to California. Garner Ted
and his wife Shirley, anxious to get back to their children, flew
home from New York. And Mrs. Armstrong and I drove our car -- which
we had taken with us to Europe -- across the country. That left
Mrs. Armstrong and me alone for the drive from New York to
Pasadena.
I had wanted to drive through the city of my birth, Des
Moines, Iowa, especially to see my uncle, Frank Armstrong, who
had virtually steered my earlier life, beginning at age eighteen.


Death of My Uncle

Those who have read the Autobiography from the beginning will
remember that, at age eighteen, I had put myself through a
vocational-guidance analysis, and decided I belonged in the
advertising profession. My Uncle Frank was the leading
advertising man of the state of Iowa, and naturally I went to him
for counsel and guidance. After moving to Oregon, in 1924, I had
seen very little of my uncle -- especially after my conversion and
my being drawn into the ministry -- except on rare occasions when I
happened to be in Des Moines.
I felt that, since he was now past eighty, this might be my
last opportunity to see him.
But, arriving in Des Moines, I telephoned his office and
learned that he had died while Mrs. Armstrong and I had been in
the Middle East on this same trip. So it already was too late.
However, I felt I should at least telephone my aunt, now
widowed. But she did not care to see me. She had been very
cordial to me during the advertising days -- whenever I was in Des
Moines. But her cordiality cooled noticeably after I had entered
the ministry. Now, I was disappointed to learn, it had chilled
completely. I hung up the receiver, deeply disappointed.
Thousands who will be reading these words have learned this
same thing by experience. When God really gets hold of one's
life -- when that life becomes changed by the indwelling of God's
Holy Spirit -- one's contacts, friends, and especially relatives
will often chill decisively. A certain underlying hostility will
be sensed, if not openly displayed. Actually it is not the
converted human they resent. It is the living Jesus Christ -- now
living His life within the converted one, who is the real object
of the hostility. However, the carnal mind does not realize or
understand this phase of its own working.
I felt intense sorrow and disappointment over my aunt's cold
and blunt statement that she did not care to see me. She said,
icily, she had never approved of my "religion." I had always been
very deeply grateful to my uncle for his advice and counsel. It
had become a long-standing feeling of affection. Some day, in a
resurrection, her eyes will open. I think she will be quite
astounded when they are opened to the TRUTH.


A Fabulous Property Offered

While we were in London on this 1956 tour, before leaving for the
Middle East, I received a trans-Atlantic telephone call from Mr.
Meredith at Pasadena headquarters. It was near midnight in
London -- but shortly before 5 p.m. in Pasadena.
He asked me whether I felt the college would like to acquire
the estate of multimillionaire Hulett C. Merritt. One other
200-foot-wide property stood between this estate and the
Ambassador College campus -- as it then was. This Merritt property
was considered the most fabulous in Pasadena. The mansion on it,
built in 1905-1908, had cost $1,100,000 at that time. Several
years ago an architect told me that the place could not have been
built for six million then -- IF the rare woods and materials could
be obtained -- which they couldn't.
The question came like a bolt out of the blue. I had always
considered this fabulous property as utterly inaccessible for us.
Extending the campus in that direction had not been considered in
our future planning.
Mr. Merritt had died before I had left Pasadena on this
tour. His wife had died previously. Mr. Meredith explained that
the executor of the estate was going to put it on the market, but
first, privately, it was being offered to us through an insurance
and real estate broker and his associates.
This broker had an offer to purchase the estate for less
money than the ornamental iron fence around the Orange Grove
Boulevard front of it would cost today. His proposition was that
he and associates would purchase the estate at this low figure,
and then donate the property to the college.
It appeared they had privately checked with some Internal
Revenue people as to whether they could deduct this donation on
their income taxes for something like a half million dollars.
Apparently they felt assured they could. They could purchase it
for less than half of that.


How Would We Use It?

My mind was doing some fast thinking. One doesn't turn down such
a gift without consideration. But how would we use it?
"Could you gain access to the place yet tonight?" I asked.
Mr. Meredith said they could.
"All right," I replied. "I want you and Dr. Hoeh to go over
there immediately. Go completely through the building. List how
many rooms could be used as classrooms -- and send me a telegram
stating how many rooms could seat sixty-five or more students,
how many fifty or more, how many thirty-five or more. Your
telegram should be here by the time I wake up in the morning.
Then I'll give my decision. I wouldn't want to accept this
property unless we need it for actual college purposes -- otherwise
we'd have to pay taxes we can't afford for something we couldn't
use."
The telegram was waiting for me on arising next morning. The
ornate and fabulous building would be ideally suited to become
our chief classroom building of the college.
I telegraphed the decision: "Accept it."


Plain Truth Grows

While we were on this Middle East tour, the April issue of The
Plain Truth came out an enlarged magazine, and with a new front
cover. This had been planned before leaving Pasadena.
Only once before, a special issue announcing the new
Ambassador College, January, 1947, had The Plain Truth appeared
with a front cover. It merely had a masthead, with the lead
article beginning on the front cover. This April, 1956, number
also went up to twenty-four pages. At the time this seemed a big
leap forward. It had contained only sixteen pages previously. But
the twenty-four pages was small compared to today's thirty-two
pages, including cover. It was still black and white -- no color
printing. But it was advancing, improving, growing!
From Cairo we had a long-distance telephone talk with the
Pasadena office about the Merritt property, the purchase of which
had hit a snag. The heirs -- all grandchildren -- had rejected the
price tentatively agreed to between the executor and our
prospective donors. They insisted the place be sold at auction,
thinking it would bring a higher price.
Returning to Pasadena, I found the broker and his associates
had bought the property at the auction. They had made the high
bid, which was only slightly more than their original purchase
offer. However, it seemed their funds were not immediately
available, and our office had loaned them $5,000 to bind their
bid.


Saving Ambassador Hall

The auction purchase terms had been one half down, with the
balance spread over some seven or eight years. The due date for
the balance of the one-half down payment had come due, but our
prospective donors still had not had the funds available. They
had obtained a thirty-day extension.
I contacted these people. They assured me the money would be
available by the final extended due date. A week before that date
I contacted the broker again by telephone. He was positively
reassuring. Two days before the deadline date I was becoming
quite concerned.
"My associates and I will be in Pasadena with the money day
after tomorrow," he said, positively, over the telephone.
"Everything has worked out all right. Don't worry about it."
I had told him that, having gone this far, I did not want to
lose this valuable property. It had totally changed our general
master-planning for the campus. I told him that, if his people
were going to come up short, I wanted time to raise the money
myself, rather than lose it.
The crucial day arrived. Our would-be donors were on hand,
but the necessary funds were not. They had flunked out
completely.
I went to the executor, who had been Mr. Merritt's business
manager. I asked another thirty-day extension to allow time for
me to raise the money.


Ten-Day Margin

"But this matter is in probate court," he said, "and another
thirty-day delay in meeting the obligation would undoubtedly
cancel out this purchase, and open the property up to another
auction. Some of the people building these multiple-family garden
apartments along the boulevard now regret they didn't bid higher.
In another auction they would bid up as high as necessary to
acquire this property. They realize now that it went for too low
a bid."
Nevertheless, he called his attorney. The attorney agreed
with his opinion, but felt they might give me a ten-day
extension.
I was under pressure, but we managed it. I had an offer of a
$20,000 loan from a loyal co-worker, and I had borrowed $30,000
at the bank, neither of which, on the tenth day, I needed. I did
accept the $30,000 bank loan, however, and then left it on
deposit at the bank to improve our credit standing. It was worth
paying the interest.
And so the fabulous Merritt property, which had been named
"Villa Merritt Olivier," became ours, and was renamed "Ambassador
Hall."


New Academic Center

To leap far ahead of this chronicle of events for a moment, two
exceedingly beautiful ultramodern new classroom buildings were
later built flanking Ambassador Hall and the formal Italian
sunken garden, with a magnificent plaza in the center, joining
the three buildings and the Italian garden into an outstanding
academic center. One of the new buildings is our Science Hall,
the other the Fine Arts Building. The entire grouping was named
in memory of my wife of fifty years, the Loma D. Armstrong
Academic Center. An oil portrait of her now hangs in the grand
hall of Ambassador Hall.
Escrow at the bank on the purchase of the Ambassador Hall
property finally closed October 29, 1956. The 4-acre estate was
then ours.


Manor Del Mar Acquired

Meanwhile, we had ourselves negotiated another important purchase
of former Merritt property through the executor of the estate.
This fine property, a block to the south of the campus as it then
existed, had been the three-story mansion of Lewis J. Merritt,
father of Hulett C. Merritt. This property, too, was obtained at
a very low price and on very favorable terms. An extensive
remodeling job was undertaken at once, and two large rooms were
added. This property was named Manor Del Mar, since it was
located on Del Mar Boulevard, which forms the south boundary of
the campus as it is today. Manor Del Mar became our number one
men's student residence.
After returning from the European trip, my elder son,
Richard David, joined Roderick C. Meredith in a long-planned
evangelistic series of meetings at Fresno, California, with
splendid success.


Dick Needed a Wife

Dick had spent many months -- including most of two dreary,
lonesome winters -- alone in London. Those of us in the family, as
well as students and faculty, had somehow neglected writing him
most of the time. Dick had come to feel the desperate need of a
wife. He was now twenty-eight. It just seemed that the right girl
had never come along.
Meanwhile there was a young married man from Iowa here
attending college classes. His wife was very pretty. Mrs.
Armstrong had become fond of her. This woman had a younger
sister, attending university in Omaha. Mrs. Armstrong had heard
glowing reports on the younger sister, Lois Lemon, and had shown
a picture of her to Dick.
Sensing his mother's interest in the girl from Omaha, Dick
immediately set up a prejudice against her in his mind. Much as
he felt the need of a wife, Dick was not going to let his mother
select her for him. But meanwhile Mrs. Armstrong and Miss Lemon's
sister were doing their best by letters to interest Lois in the
advantages of Ambassador College.


Would GOD Select a Wife?

During the two years previous to this time I had had a number of
talks with Dick about the matter of marriage. I had counselled
him to simply put this problem in God's hands, and rely on God to
bring him and the right girl together. I had urged him not to
rush blindly into any romance.
Even before I had been converted -- had come to really know
God, His truth and His ways -- in my carnal-minded days I had
somehow realized that God had given me my wife. I did not "pick
her out." Even before conversion I did pray occasionally.
Everything about those prayers, however, was selfish -- except one
thing: I always thanked God for giving me my wife!
Dick always agreed with me that he should "leave it in God's
hands." He asked me to pray that God would work it out in the
right way. I knew that he had asked others to pray for this same
solution. But, even though Dick was willing to have God provide
his wife, he was not willing to have his mother pick her out.
This, of course, was only human nature at work. Most any other
young man would react the same way.
While Dick was on his field assignment, in southern Texas
that winter, Lois arrived on campus, and registered to attend
classes beginning the second semester. Mrs. Armstrong just could
not resist calling Dick long distance.
"Now wait a moment, Loma," I said to her. "If you want to
talk to Dick a while, go ahead and call him. I'd like to talk to
him, too. But whatever you do, DON'T say one word about Lois
being here. You'll only drive him the other way if you do."


Prejudice Aroused

Mrs. Armstrong partially heeded my advice. But not altogether!
She just would not resist mentioning, in a tone supposed to be
very nonchalant, casual, disinterested, and incidental, "By the
way, Lois Lemon is here, and has registered for classes."
That did it!
She didn't sound one whit casual or incidental to Dick.
When Dick returned to campus a few weeks later, he avoided
Lois as though she were poison.
It seemed that everyone on campus sensed "romance in the
air" between Dick and Lois, as soon as Lois arrived. It seemed
just like a "natural" to everyone. Naturally, Lois had sensed
this from talking to the girls. This set Lois against Dick just
as positively as he had set his mind against her.


My Advice

So they went around, each determined to avoid the other.
After about two weeks, I called Dick to my office.
"Dick," I said, "years ago when I had been reduced to the
depths of financial depression, just after my conversion, I had
prayed earnestly for God to provide me with a new overcoat -- among
other things. We then lived in Portland, Oregon. It was in
January, and cold. I needed an overcoat seriously, so I asked God
for it. The next day I stopped at my brother's office a moment.
He noticed the big hole in the side of my overcoat.
"'Herb,' he said, 'you need a new overcoat. Today is the
20th of January, and Meier & Frank have a sale on overcoats.
Anything I charge on my charge account beginning today will not
be billed until March 1. I'll have until March 10 to pay and keep
my credit good. Go over and select an overcoat, and during
noon-hour I'll come over and have it charged on my account.'
"But I resisted immediately. It would be rather humiliating
to have my younger brother buy me an overcoat.
"'Oh NO, Russ,' I said, 'I couldn't let you do that!'
"And just at that instant it flashed to my mind, almost as
if God Himself were speaking and saying, 'Didn't you ask me for a
new overcoat? And now you don't want to take it THE WAY I am
giving it to you!'
"So instantly," I continued, to Dick, "I changed my mind and
told Russell I would do as he said. And now, Dick, didn't you
pray and ask God to send you the right wife of HIS choice? And
didn't you ask me to pray for it, too -- and even several others?
And here you are, when everyone on campus seems to just know that
Lois is the answer to that prayer, you are avoiding her like the
plague!"


Just Two Dates Only?

"Now I don't want to intervene in your most personal problems,
Dick, or try to pick out your wife for you. But I do say that
after you asked God about this, and have prayed about it so long,
you are acting rather foolishly to completely and coldly avoid
Lois altogether. Now all that I'm going to ask you, Dick, is
this: I ask you to get a date with Lois -- just once. IF this is
God's doing, give it a CHANCE! Then don't date her again for a
week -- but a week later, have just one more date with her. Then if
you're satisfied she is not God's answer to your prayers, DON'T
EVER DATE HER AGAIN! Now how about it?"
Dick grinned.
"O.K., Dad," he said rather sheepishly. "I'll do as you
say."
That same evening Dick had a date with Lois. But he did NOT
do as I said, fully. He did not wait a whole week for the next
date. Their next date was the very next night! And for the next
few weeks they were seen together quite frequently.
One day in March, Dick and Lois came to Mrs. Armstrong and
me, hand-in-hand.
"Dad and Mom," said Dick, "we've got something to tell you!"
Of course, we knew what it was!
"We're going to be married," Dick announced.
Later he told me what had happened.
That afternoon they had gone for a talk in Dick's car.
Suddenly Dick pulled over to the side of the road, and stopped
the car.
"Lois," he said, "I can't stand this any longer. I've been
fighting this, trying to steel my mind against liking you, and
trying to resist it -- but I can't resist it any longer. I know I'm
in love with you!"
And he said that Lois then said she had been fighting
against him in the same way -- and she couldn't resist it any
longer, either.
So then they drove straight to tell Dick's mother and me
they were going to be married.


The Happy Wedding

I performed the ceremony, as I had for our other three children,
on June 11, 1957, in the outdoor garden theater on the Ambassador
College campus, with a reception at our home afterward.
Dick and Lois took a honeymoon trip up to Oregon, the scene
of his early boyhood. Meanwhile I had given them a little help in
purchasing a small but very nice new home, which was ready for
them on their return. Their marriage lasted just a little more
than a year -- when it was suddenly and unexpectedly cut off by
Dick's untimely death resulting from an automobile crash while
Dick was out on a baptizing tour.
But they lived a rather full lifetime in that one year. And
Dick left behind a little three-month-old son, Richard David II.



Chapter 69
Ambassador College Expands

ISN'T IT strange? -- when one tries to remember past events,
one's memory seems so much sharper in recalling events of
childhood and early adulthood, than in remembering events of ten
years ago.
I have not yet come to the year, in this Autobiography, of
my mother's death. She lived to the ripe and happy old age of
ninety-five and a half. But in her last years she was becoming
noticeably more forgetful. She would ask a question, hear and
plainly understand the answer -- and then a little later ask the
same question. Her mind simply did not retain the knowledge as
well as formerly. She had a good mind. That is just the way of
all flesh!
Consequently, I am having to question many people -- younger
people of sharper memory -- to help me remember events of
sufficient interest to record, from 1957 to the present.
Actually, as I write, I am now trying to remember the
happenings that were taking place while I was writing the earlier
chapters of this serial. The first installment of the
Autobiography appeared in September, 1957!
Perhaps I should have been writing about what was then
happening while it was happening. That, of course, never occurred
to me. I had no idea, when I started this story of my life, I
would still be writing it many years later. Actually, I think I
vaguely envisioned it lasting for perhaps ten or twelve
installments. But the response showed readership interest, and I
began filling in more details.


The Campus Expands

Through 1956 and 1957 the Ambassador College campus in Pasadena
began expanding with increasing momentum.
During the lifetime of multimillionaire Hulett C. Merritt,
we had envisioned our campus as occupying the area beginning on
the north with Mayfair, and the half-block dead-end street of
Mentoria Court, and south to Del Mar Boulevard. As I mentioned
earlier, the idea of Mr. Merritt's fabulous mansion ever becoming
a part of the college simply had never occurred to me.
But with the acquisition of his property in 1956, our whole
concept of the future campus was altered. Immediately on
acquiring this superb property, we conferred with city officials
for a use permit for a change of occupancy. Changing the mansion
from a private dwelling into a college classroom building brought
it under a different code.
We were required to install a fire sprinkler system
throughout. Mr. Merritt had built a penthouse on the flat-roofed
central portion of the building, with an elevator running from
the basement to the penthouse. We were required to remove the
penthouse, or come under a different code applying to three-story
buildings that would have necessitated excessively expensive
alterations. We were required also to seal off the elevator so it
could not be used.


A Real Scare

Next, the city inspectors threw us a real scare. There is a code
which requires all public buildings to be reinforced against
earthquakes. Pasadena is almost directly over the famous San
Andreas Fault. It is "earthquake country." Since Mr. Merritt had
built his mansion long before this code was introduced it was
naturally assumed the building had not been constructed to
conform to this strict code. It was going to cost a fortune to
add this reinforcing -- if indeed it could be done. We faced the
possibility of having to demolish the building and build another,
or give up using the property altogether.
City inspectors made a series of tests. They bored through
the outside walls at certain points, and looked into the interior
walls. We had good news. They found the building had been
constructed far beyond code requirements.
Our relief was only temporary. Next, inspectors said the
mortar used fifty years ago would not conform to present
standards. Once again we had good news. Tests showed the mortar
equal to or superior to present standards. Next, they insisted on
testing the bricks -- but they, too, met all required standards.
Finally, in December, 1956, city engineers approved
classroom usage of the building. But that did not mean we could
start holding classes then. The sprinkler system had to be
installed -- a major plumbing operation requiring several months.
There was serious question about the ornate dual winding
staircases. They did not conform to code for our new use. On this
point we argued strenuously. To remove those staircases would
destroy the beauty of the building. Finally, city officials
agreed to let them remain, provided we build a new outside
stairway on the west portico. The pillars on that half-circle
portico had to come down -- more earthquake regulations. A rear
staircase had to be taken out.
For several months work was proceeding to put the newly
named Ambassador Hall into condition for classroom usage. My
elder son Dick set up his office in one of the future
second-floor classrooms. One or two other men set up temporary
offices in other rooms. This usage, of course, was permissible
while the work on the building was in progress.
Certain other remodeling had to be done -- like providing
adequate restrooms, refinishing much of the fabulous wood
paneling, certain painting, a complete remodeling of the rear
first floor wing into home economics labs. It was finally more
than two years after acquiring the property that it became our
finest classroom building. It was first opened to classes with
the opening of the 1958-59 school year, early September, 1958.
It had been a lot of work, accompanied by anxiety and
suspense -- but it was worth it. Few institutions have a building
so elegant, and with such magnificent grounds. Actually we had a
multimillion-dollar property acquired for less money than the
ornate iron fence around the South Orange Grove Boulevard front
would cost today. It had come to us for a very small fraction of
its actual value.
Our entire concept of the future campus was now greatly
altered. We knew the campus eventually would have to include the
four-block area from Green Street on the north to Del Mar
Boulevard on the south -- and from "millionaire row" South Orange
Grove Boulevard on the west down to the Union Pacific railroad
tracks on the east -- a twelve-square-block area.
Earlier we made mention of the acquirement of Manor Del Mar,
our finest men's student residence. This had been the mansion of
Lewis J. Merritt, father of Hulett C. Merritt. It also was built
with rare and beautiful wood paneling. It also had spacious
grounds and a sunken garden. Here also we were required to
install a fire sprinkler system throughout. This fine property,
also, had come to us at an exceedingly low price -- actually a
fraction of its present value.


New Office Building

From this time, we were in the process of gradual acquisition of
additional properties within our ultimate campus area.
Next, by donation, the college acquired a two-story building
on the northwest corner of Vernon and Camden Streets, one block
east of Ambassador Hall. This building had housed the Jensen's
Furniture Store.
Meanwhile we had completely outgrown our circulation and
mailing department quarters, and our little printing shop. These
departments had occupied the ground floor of our administration
building. I have explained before that this building, part of the
original initial property purchase, had been built as horse
stables, with servants' living quarters on the second floor.
Later the large center room on the ground floor had been
converted into a four-car garage, with servants' living rooms on
each side of it. We converted the larger center room into our
main work room, for mailing list files, and mailing room; and the
rear rooms into one room for our printing department.
We then operated two small Davidson duplicating machines as
presses. We printed all of our booklets on these. Type was set by
an outside firm. We had the small hand-lever paper cutter, and
the small folding machine we had brought from Eugene, Oregon,
also in this small printing shop.
After remodeling the Jensen's Furniture building to our
needs, we moved the printing shop into the rear part of it, and
the circulation and mailing department into the front portion of
the ground floor. This more than doubled our floor space for
these operations. But the work was growing -- at the average rate
of thirty percent increase each year. It wasn't long until we had
to partition off the second floor into rooms and offices, and
expand these departments into that.
In January, 1958, when we moved into this building, we
installed two small-size Miehle presses. But to us, then, after
some years with the little Davidson duplicating machines, these
seemed like great giant presses! Yes, they made us realize THE
WORK WAS GROWING!
1957, 1958 and 1959 were years of gradual expansion and
growth on the Pasadena campus.


Neighbor Heckling

As the campus little by little expanded, with occasional
additional property purchases, we found ourselves in a situation
of trying to operate a liberal arts college with neighbors living
next door, across the street, and sprinkled here and there in
between us.
Ambassador students always have been exceedingly
well-behaved. We were making every effort to keep noises down,
and to avoid disturbing neighbors. I'm sure we did a more than
creditable job at this. Nevertheless, our student body was
growing every year.
Careful and courteous and considerate as our students tried
to be, a few neighbors became irritated at times.
Once the students were putting on a short play in the
Tempietto, which forms the "stage" or "platform" for our "garden
theater," in what we have called the Lower Gardens. Two elderly
ladies living across the street called the police. Soon a police
car drove up. The officers only grinned when they saw what was
going on, asked us to do our best to keep noises at a minimum,
and asked if they could stay for a while and see part of the
show. They explained that even though they disliked to interfere,
when a complaint came in they had to investigate.
A short time after that we were having an afternoon wedding
in the garden theater. There have been many of these, since. I
looked across the street, and sure enough the two elderly ladies
were sitting on their front porches. Ah-ha! Were we going to have
the police called out to stop the wedding?
Just before time for the wedding ceremony, while guests were
beginning to arrive, I walked across the street, smiling, and
asked the two ladies if they would honor the young couple by
attending the wedding. I have always noticed that women never
outgrow their interest in romances of young people and weddings.
The ladies graciously accepted, and I escorted them across the
street, and ushered them into seats. They could not have seen any
of it, otherwise, because our garden theater is secluded by high
trees and thick shrubbery along the street side.
These ladies became very friendly and never again raised any
objection to any student activities.



Chapter 70
Tragedy Strikes Richard D. Armstrong

BY January, 1958, the World Tomorrow program was being
broadcast over every inhabited continent on earth. We were using
more than four million watts of radio power every week. We were
broadcasting from Okinawa, from Mozambique into the Republic of
South Africa, and into India, over into Burma and the East
Indies, and into Eastern Africa by the three superpower beams of
Radio Ceylon, besides Radio Luxembourg, world's most powerful
station in Europe -- and beamed over the British Isles.
These were very powerful stations -- reaching out as far as
2,000 miles, covering vast areas. With our coverage in South
America, we were reaching out over areas containing approximately
half of the entire world's population.
Of course I do not mean that that many people actually tuned
in and listened to the broadcast -- but that many could, if they
all owned radio sets and tuned in to hear it. Actually, our
estimate was that some four or five million actually did hear the
program during an average week of broadcasting. But that's a vast
audience!
But we knew well that we were only barely started!
The BIG growth was yet before us!
By September of that year -- 1958 -- another million watts of
radio power per week had been added.
Most significant among the new doors of radio being opened
to The World Tomorrow was the powerful KGO, San Francisco. This
is one of the few AA-class 50-thousand-watt radio stations on the
West Coast that was heard clearly up and down the Pacific coast
from Alaska to Mexico. We were given a good time, seven nights a
week. Also newly added by that September were such valuable
stations as WPIT, Pittsburgh; KGBX, Springfield, Missouri; and
KWJJ, Portland, Oregon.
Also, by October, that year, The Plain Truth had been
increased to thirty-two pages. It had been printed in two colors
since February, 1957. With the November, 1958, number we began
publishing, serially, the Bible Story book written and
illustrated by Basil Wolverton. By that time, the circulation of
The Plain Truth had gone up to 175,000 copies.
During the early part of summer, 1958, Mrs. Armstrong and I
had driven once more back up to Oregon, for a period of fasting
and rest on one of the Oregon beaches. Dick was left in command
at headquarters. In more ways than one he showed excellent
executive ability and good judgment.
We returned to Pasadena after two or three weeks.
It was along about this time that two significant
events -- occurrences that would seem incredible to many -- directly
involved Dick. One, the birth of a baby. It was a most serious
breech birth. The situation was becoming desperate, and since
Dick was the ranking minister then at headquarters, he was called
in on the emergency. He drove immediately to the home where the
baby was being delivered. The doctor and the nurse were near
exhaustion -- perhaps more of hope than physical -- and the mother
near physical exhaustion. Of course all Dick could do was pray
but pray he did, and in faith. He kept reassuring the others but
the situation was fast becoming hopeless.
Finally the doctor gave up hope, said there was nothing he
could do, unless to take the baby by cesarean section, which the
family refused to allow. The doctor went home. The husband and
the wife were counseled by Dick not to become frantic or to lose
hope but to rely on God. Dick refused to lose faith. He continued
to pray. And finally his faith was rewarded. The fetus turned
over in the womb. The doctor was called back, and the baby was
born in a normal manner.
The other incident, more amazing, involved a war veteran. He
was paralyzed in his back, in his legs and both arms -- helpless.
He had to be moved in a wheelchair. The military hospitals had
done everything for him that medical science could do. It was an
incurable case. He was confined to helplessness for life, and put
on a life pension for special financial support.
This man called for Dick to pray for him and ask God to
perform a miracle, that he might be restored to a life of
usefulness.
This was one of Dick's last acts. He did go to this man, and
following the New Testament instruction in James 5:14-15,
anointed him with oil, and laid hands on him as he prayed, asking
the Eternal Creator to do what man was unable to do, and had
pronounced impossible to be done.
This man, a former Yale football player, was healed, and
quickly restored to the full use of arms and legs and his whole
body. He entered Ambassador College, and soon was climbing up and
down ladders painting buildings.


The Last Baptizing Tour

It was shortly after this incident that Dick was off, with an
assistant, on a baptizing tour up the Pacific coast. A number of
people had sent in written requests for counsel with a minister,
and for baptism.
At the time I was using, for an office, a very small room in
what we called "the penthouse" atop the library building. The
room was so small that I was having to use a small woman's
boudoir table for a desk -- an ordinary business desk was too large
for the room.
I shall never forget, of course, how Dick came briskly
running up the stairs to say good-bye.
"Well Dad," he said with cheerful enthusiasm, "I'm off on
this trip."
A few days later his companion, Mr. Alton Billingsley,
called me on the telephone.


Tragedy Strikes

"Mr. Armstrong," he said in a voice that signaled even before his
words that something was very wrong, "We've had a terrible
accident, and Dick is in very critical condition."
Quickly I asked for all of the facts. The accident had
occurred a short distance north of San Luis Obispo, which is
about halfway between Los Angeles and San Francisco, on the Coast
Highway. It had been a head-on collision. Both our men had been
thrown completely out of the car. The right third of our car had
been virtually sliced clear off. Dick had been sitting in the
right front seat -- often called "the death seat" -- and had he not
quickly moved to the left he would have been killed instantly.
As I learned later, they were driving north on the Coast
Highway 101, after having baptized a man that morning. As Mr.
Billingsley was driving, Dick had opened his briefcase and was
checking his list of people to visit planning their next few
stops. They had been on a dual highway -- one way traffic only on
each side of a divided highway, with a short space in between.
The divided highway had ended but somehow neither of them had
noticed it. A half block or so to their left was another paved
road running parallel to theirs, which Mr. Billingsley noticed,
supposing it to be the other two lanes of the divided highway.
Assuming that they were still on the divided highway with
only one-way traffic on their two lanes, they were driving on the
left lane to pass another car. Suddenly, from over a slight
hilltop, came another car in their lane heading directly toward
them. At this precise second they were almost past the car on
their right -- but not far enough to turn right in front of it in
order to miss the oncoming car in their lane. There was no time
for that, anyway.
Dick shouted, "Turn left! Turn left!"
Mr. Billingsley had only a fraction of a second to turn
partly to the left. There was not enough time to turn out of the
way of the oncoming car. Two cars, for example, speeding toward
one another at fifty miles an hour or more, seeing each other
about 150 feet away, will crash into each other in less than one
second!
The oncoming car hit them head-on, its right side striking
our men's car slightly to the right of center, and Dick's car
crashed the oncoming car into the third car that our men were
then passing. It was a three-car crash!
But I didn't wait for all these details then. I got the
essential details, and I was off in a flash for San Luis Obispo.
Dick had been unconscious, and taken in an ambulance to a
hospital in San Luis Obispo.
I had our switchboard telephone operator call our college
physician, Dr. Ralph E. Merrill, asking him to be ready as I
would be driving past his office in Glendale, on the way to San
Luis Obispo. I asked Mr. Norman Smith, our radio studio manager,
to go with me. Dr. Merrill was ready as we drove past. I drove as
fast as I dared, consistent with safety.
Right then I was terribly aware of the DANGER of highway
driving, and although I wanted to make the fastest time possible,
caution and care in driving came first. It was a strenuous drive
of approximately 200 miles.
Arriving at the hospital, we found that Dick had been
transferred to another hospital -- there were two hospitals in this
little city.
We found him now conscious, but in very critical condition.
His right arm was broken at the elbow; his pelvis had been broken
badly, and they had him in traction. His jaw had been broken in
three or four places; X-rays showed that his heart had been
knocked over to the right -- to the middle or slightly right of the
middle of his chest; his left lung had been collapsed. Mr.
Billingsley had been examined, and released -- not sufficiently
injured to remain in the hospital.
Dick wanted to rely on God for healing, without medical aid.
The doctors asked for a conference with me and Dr. Merrill. They
explained that Dick was already in their care and to protect
their reputation and that of the hospital, they had to administer
medical aid or else have him moved, in which case he probably
would die before we could get him home.
Dr. Merrill, who himself had been healed by direct prayer,
and understood both sides of this problem, advised us against
moving him in his very critical condition. The hospital doctors
agreed to give him the very minimum of medical aid consistent
with their own and the hospital's protection. I learned later,
however, that in practice that meant giving him everything
"medicine" knew how to give. It was a very difficult decision to
make -- but with so many bones broken it certainly seemed that we
would be directly causing his death to move him out of the
traction and other trappings and contraptions that they had him
in.
Then followed one of the most tense, strenuous week's vigil
of my life. I telephoned my wife, and she with Lois, Dick's wife,
and their two and one half month old son came to San Luis Obispo
on the train. Of course Mr. Smith and I had anointed and prayed
for Dick immediately. It was a week of almost constant prayer.
Registered nurses were required to be in constant attendance
around the clock. We had one "R.N." as they are called in
hospitals, at the college and another had applied for entrance to
Ambassador College that autumn. By telephone, I arranged for
these two to come immediately to the hospital, and the hospital
supplied the third nurse. We preferred to have our own nurses at
his side so far as possible.
It was too agonizing a week to go into in detail. Dr.
Merrill had to return to Glendale, but the rest of us remained in
the hotel in San Luis Obispo, to be in as constant attendance as
possible.
The accident occurred on July 23, 1958. By evening of July
29, a very serious decision had to be made. Dick's kidneys were
not functioning enough to keep him alive much longer. The doctors
at San Luis Obispo had called specialists from UCLA Medical
Center to come up for consultation. They told me that it would be
necessary to attempt to remove Dick to the medical center in
Westwood (Los Angeles) where they could use an artificial kidney
to stimulate normal action by his own kidneys. By carrying him
suspended in traction on the special kind of pallet "bed" that he
was strapped on, driving slowly in an ambulance through the
night, they felt that they could successfully move him to the Los
Angeles medical center. Our two nurses and one or more of their
doctors went along in the ambulance. Also, Mr. Norman Smith, who
had remained the week with me, went along with them.
We tried to get a little sleep through part of that night,
rising and leaving about 5 a.m. for Los Angeles. We felt we
should arrive not too much later than the ambulance, since it was
to drive very slowly.
During the week, Dick had had various ones of us read the
Bible to him. In spite of the pain, and the terrible condition,
he kept in good spirits. Once, in prayer, he began thanking God
for the many, many blessings that had been lavished on him. The
nurse in attendance said that this continued a long time -- he had
so very MANY things to be thankful for.
I had typed out a number of biblical PROMISES that God had
made for us, from various parts of the Bible, for our nurses to
read to Dick in the ambulance when he was awake.
As we approached the Los Angeles area on the morning of June
30, strange premonitions seemed to come into my mind. I didn't
tell the others. I didn't want to cause them any concern, worry,
or lack of faith. This I had to fight out within my own mind, by
prayer and mental concentration. Finally, it seemed that I had
won a victory over these premonitions and I had gotten my mind
again into a state of FAITH.
We drove into the UCLA Medical Center parking lot. We left
the others in the car while Lois and I went to see Dick or to get
a report on his condition. As we approached the entrance, Mr.
Smith and our two nurses approached us, with the news that just
before they could get the artificial kidney connected, Dick had
died.
There were present some of the most famous surgeons and
specialists in the nation. They cut Dick open near the heart and
tried to massage his heart back into action -- they tried
frantically everything that such specialists know, but to no
avail.
Dick's body was then sent to a mortuary in Pasadena.
It hit Lois as if she had been shot. I grabbed her, steadied
her.
"Steady, Lois," I said as calmly as I could. "Remember you
have another very precious little life to nurse and keep alive,
now. You must keep calm so that your milk will not be disturbed."
Lois responded bravely, like a "trouper." Then we discussed
how to break the news to Mrs. Armstrong. We tried to break it
gently so it wouldn't come as too much of a shock. We tried to
keep normal composure.
"They've taken Dick back to Pasadena," I said, trying to be
casual as if everything was OK. But no one ever could mislead my
wife. She almost fainted -- for she knew that we were only trying
to ease the blow. But, she always was a real "trouper" too, and
she quickly recovered without going to pieces -- though naturally
wounded to the very depths.



Chapter 71
25th Anniversary

IT was an agonizing week for Lois, his mother and me. No
one, of course, but a mother, can describe or fully appreciate a
mother's love for her son. But fathers love their sons, too. And
my affection for Richard David had been greatly deepened by the
special circumstances under which he had been born.


My Time of Trial

It is, of course, natural for every father to want a son. When
our first child was a girl I was not disappointed. Few fathers
would be. Nor was I disappointed when our second child was
another daughter. But when the ranking most famous obstetrical
specialist in the world, in a Chicago hospital pulling my wife
through a near-fatal mid-pregnancy toxemia eclampsia, with 30
percent albumin in the urine, warned us gravely that she could
never undergo another pregnancy without fatal results to her and
the child, I was disappointed beyond words to describe. I had to
resign myself to a sonless life.
And this medical pronouncement was confirmed by two other
doctors.
We didn't know, then. And I'm not sure these doctors knew,
the real REASON. Apparently not too much was understood, at that
time, by the medical profession about this negative-positive RH
blood-factor condition. But my wife and I were opposites in that
regard.
I had been forced to resign myself to a future without
possibility of ever having a son.
Then, eight years later, in Portland, Oregon, Mrs. Armstrong
had been -- as recounted earlier -- suddenly, completely healed of
several serious complications by a positive miracle resulting
from believing prayer. We knew then, by faith, that whatever had
been the disturbing factor to render another pregnancy fatal, had
been removed by this healing.
I knew then that God would give me a son.
And ever since I felt that the day Richard David was born
was the happiest day of my life.
I was perfectly satisfied, then. God had blessed me with a
son. He had been conceived less than a year after my conversion.
But the great God had plans I did not know. I was perfectly
satisfied with the one son. We did not plan to have another. A
year and four months later, Garner Ted was born -- and I then felt
doubly blessed -- with TWO sons.
But when God took from me -- or allowed to be taken -- my
firstborn son, on July 30, 1958 -- less than three months before
his thirtieth birthday -- well, it seemed that I could have some
little understanding of how Abraham must have felt when he
expected to have to give up his son Isaac -- or even God the Father
of all, in giving His Son Jesus Christ for ME as well as for the
world.


The Ordeal

Dick's death occurred early Wednesday morning, July 30, 1958. The
accident had occurred the preceding Wednesday morning. The
funeral was set for Friday, August 1. The day in between,
Thursday July 31, Mrs. Armstrong and I shared a very sorrowful
41st wedding anniversary.
On Wednesday we conferred with Messrs. Roderick Meredith,
Herman Hoeh and Norman Smith regarding funeral arrangements. They
felt unanimously that it was my duty to officiate at the funeral,
which we planned for a simple graveside service only. Through the
day I drove in my car to inspect cemeteries -- which I had not had
occasion to do before in Pasadena. I do not now remember whether
Mrs. Armstrong and Lois went along. Necessary arrangements were
completed. Lois accompanied us to the mortuary to select the
casket -- selecting one in the type of wood Lois said was Dick's
favorite.
To say that my comparatively brief graveside sermon was an
ordeal would be a gross understatement. I had learned, many years
before, in conducting many funerals, to steel my nerves and
remain calm, with controlled emotions. But speaking at Dick's
funeral was altogether different. I found myself speaking in a
louder, more concentrated voice than usual in a supreme effort to
prevent emotional loss of control.
I remember quoting a portion of Lincoln's Gettysburg
Address, regarding the duty of those of us remaining to carry on
the great work to which God had called us.
My first impulse was to remain away from the Saturday
afternoon college church service. I didn't want to see anybody.
Nor did Mrs. Armstrong. But then I realized it was my duty to
attend.
I thought of entering at the last moment, and sitting in the
front row before any could speak to me or offer condolences. But
then I realized that some of the students had erroneously assumed
that ministers were under such divine protection that no such
tragedy could occur to one of them. Dick's accident and death
might shatter this faith. I knew I had to bring a message that
would bolster and strengthen, not destroy, faith.
These experiences were perhaps the most severe test I had
ever been called on to experience. But of course I knew where to
go for strength, wisdom, and help.


We Travel to Springfield

Lois' parents had come for the funeral. She and they planned for
them to stay on a while with her, in the home she and Dick had
purchased new just over a year before. Lois felt that perhaps,
with her parents in the house, she might adjust to remaining
there without Dick.
I had assisted Dick and Lois with the down payment for the
purchase of the property, and it probably was still less than
half paid off. But Dick had been thoughtful in providing
insurance which paid off the property in full. He also had
provided insurance for Lois. And there was an additional $15,000
due Lois from group insurance carried by the College.
However, the few days of attempts at adjusting to living in
the house without Dick had convinced Lois, by that weekend, that
she could not live there alone.
Mrs. Armstrong, Lois and I planned a trip to get away from
the trauma-shock we had undergone. I had learned that nothing is
so quieting and relaxing to distraught nerves as a long trip on a
train. So we planned a trip to Springfield, Missouri, to meet Ted
and be with him for the final service of his evangelistic
campaign. The death of Dick had caught Ted in a campaign he could
not leave at the time.
We left almost immediately, taking either the Chief, or the
Super-Chief of the Santa Fe Railroad as far as Kansas City,
changing there for a train to Springfield. Little Dicky -- Richard
David II -- was carried in a sort of crib basket.
It did Ted and his wife a great deal of good to have us with
them in Springfield. He, too, had undergone a most severe ordeal.
After a few days there, we journeyed on down to the location
in Texas that later became the third campus of Ambassador
College. We were then building there, of comparatively
inexpensive all-steel construction, what we believed to be the
largest "church auditorium" in Texas, as a tabernacle for an
annual 8-day festival or convention -- seating 8,000.
After a day or two there, we journeyed on back to Pasadena.
Soon we were engrossed in the many responsibilities of carrying
on the work to which the living Christ had called us.
We had, shortly before this, acquired the mansion of
Mediterranean architectural design located between Mayfair
(girls' student residence), and Ambassador Hall. We had done a
certain amount of remodelling to convert this property into
another girls' residence on campus -- renamed Terrace Villa.
Since Lois felt she could not endure living alone in the
home she had shared for a year with Dick, we converted one wing
of the ground floor of Terrace Villa into an apartment for her
and little Dicky.
This proved to be the best solution possible for Lois. She
was on campus, where there was much activity. Many other girls
were under the same roof, though she had the privacy of her own
apartment. Also, she was abundantly supplied with "baby-sitters"
whenever needed.
Frequently, from that time, during the next few years, we
all dreamed occasionally about Dick. It often seemed, in my
dreams, as if he had come back from the dead and was living
again -- as indeed he shall -- and in the not too distant future.


Surprise Banquet

On Sunday, January 4, 1959, Ted and Shirley called at our home
for Mrs. Armstrong and me. They had arranged a few days before
that we four should go to a restaurant for dinner that
evening -- since it was the 25th anniversary of The World Tomorrow.
It was midwinter and they were wearing coats. We didn't
notice that they were in evening dress. After driving a couple of
blocks Ted suddenly said:
"Oh, by the way, Dad and Mom, I wonder if you'd mind
stopping off at Ambassador Hall first. We've plenty of time, and
Shirl hasn't seen the big new chandelier we just installed in the
Grand Hall. I'd like to show it to her. Would you mind?"
Of course we didn't mind.
Entering fabulous Ambassador Hall, we found it all dark
which was natural on a Sunday evening. I switched on the lights
in the Grand Hall. Shirley was thrilled. For a few moments we
four stood admiring the ornate chandelier of Czechoslovakian
crystal. Then Ted suggested we have a look at the new crystal
ceiling light fixtures installed, at the same time, in the
Rosewood Room. When the doors to the Rosewood Room were opened, a
mystified Mr. and Mrs. Armstrong were bewildered. For there
seemed to be many obscure and shadowy figures in the very dim,
partially candlelit room.
The lights suddenly flashed on, to the shouts of "SURPRISE!"
coming from seventy voices.
All -- except Mrs. Armstrong and me -- were in evening dress,
sitting around beautifully decorated banquet tables forming one
large "U" shape filling the large room. Huge floral arrangements
of red and white carnations decorated the immaculate
linen-covered tables gleaming with sparkling crystal, china, and
silverware.
Accompanied by enthusiastic applause, Ted and Shirley
escorted Mrs. Armstrong and me to the head table. There, for all
guests to see, a red and silver banner at the base of the large
floral arrangement read: "25TH ANNIVERSARY."
Student waiters appeared in full dress, and began serving a
banquet of superb cuisine, probably prepared by girls in the Home
Economics class. Then I glanced over the room to recognize the
guests. There were all the ministers so far at the time ordained
and their wives (except two who were in England); all faculty
members of Ambassador College and wives of male members; intimate
personal friends of Mrs. Armstrong and myself who had been
associated with the work since the early days; and those business
and professional men, who were closely associated in a business
or professional way with the work, and their wives.
Perhaps the keynote of the banquet was the playing of a
recorded "Memory Tape," prepared by Mr. Norman Smith, director of
our radio studio. It recounted, through loudspeakers, by means of
re-recording old recordings, even back in the "electrical
transcription" days, many memories of the early days of the
broadcast back in Eugene, Oregon. There was a running commentary,
tracing the history of The World Tomorrow, outlining the
beginning and progress of the Plain Truth magazine. We were
vividly reminded of the days in 1934 and 1935, in the stuffy
little windowless office, devoid of ventilation. In that little
room many mimeographed editions of The Plain Truth were edited
and printed.
Mrs. Helen Starkey, who had been our first employee in that
unventilated "office," was present with her husband, and at my
request she rose to relate a few personal experiences of those
days.
At Ted's request, I rose to give our guests (or was not
I -- with Mrs. Armstrong -- the guest?) a glimpse of the happenings
of those days.


Highlight of the Banquet

Perhaps the highlight of the "Memory Tape" was the reproduction
of a portion of a World Tomorrow broadcast, in which the
listening audience had been taken to Paris, where Dick cut in
with our first "on-the-spot" broadcast, along the Champs Elysées,
reporting the military display of the Bastille Day parade.
But the highlight of the entire evening was a presentation
to Mrs. Armstrong and me of a most unusual and superb gift,
commemorating a quarter century of broadcasting. Garner Ted read
the presentation. He said:
"No anniversary would be complete without a gift. But a gift
presents a serious problem. Mr. Armstrong has repeatedly said
Mrs. Armstrong was fully 50 percent of his ministry. She has been
with him through much of the actual programming during the last
twenty-five years. No run-of-the-mill gift would do. And so, in
selecting an APPROPRIATE gift for the occasion, I found the
article I wanted could not possibly be purchased on such short
notice, not even at the finest jewelry stores, silversmiths, or
trophy makers on the Pacific coast.
"I found it would have to be MADE, by silversmiths in San
Francisco. And so I had to decide whether to have a gift to
present to Mr. and Mrs. Armstrong TONIGHT, or to sacrifice
presenting it tonight in order to have a wonderful memento
specially created by master craftsmen as a permanent, lasting
memorial of this first Sunday of 1959, the twenty-fifth
anniversary of the World Tomorrow broadcast.
"I decided in favor of the QUALITY, instead of the time.
"And so, it gives me great pleasure to make this special
presentation to Mr. and Mrs. Herbert W. Armstrong.
"As a lasting memorial of this twenty-fifth anniversary
celebration, we are having made, by silversmiths in San
Francisco, a beautiful desk set. The thick, long base is to be
one solid piece of specially rolled and carved sterling silver!
Beautifully matching pens will be specially made by the Sheaffer
Company, and they'll also be of sterling silver! They'll repose
in sterling pen holders, on each end of the base. In the center,
a specially cast, hand-engraved miniature microphone, also of
solid sterling, will stand beside a hand-finished miniature solid
sterling silver world!
"In the center, immediately in front of the mike and the
world, a gold inscription plate will read: 'To Mr. and Mrs.
Herbert W. Armstrong. In deep and lasting gratitude for unselfish
service as instruments in the hands of God through twenty-five
years of radio broadcasting.'"



Chapter 72
Providential Acquisition of English Campus

NOW WE come to the year 1959. The office my son Dick had
opened in London had expanded as far as it could expand. It then
occupied the entire floor of an office building in downtown
London.
However, the office building occupied but small ground area,
and each floor consisted of only three office rooms, beside
corridor and lift (elevator to Americans).
When Garner Ted and I boarded an SAS (Scandinavian Airlines
System) polar-flight DC-7 plane at Los Angeles International
Airport, in early June, 1959, we had no idea whatsoever of
establishing another liberal arts college campus in England. Our
purpose was to find larger office quarters.
We did have in mind combining new and enlarged office space
with an altogether different kind of college. We felt it might be
advisable to open a small college for men only, of various races
and nationalities. The idea of such a college was to make it
primarily a college for training men either as ministers or for
religious service among various races and countries, as the
broadcast and The Plain Truth developed need.
We arrived in Copenhagen about 3 o'clock in the morning. It
was already becoming daylight -- because Copenhagen is far north
where the days are very long in summer and very short in winter.
There was some mix-up in our hotel reservations. I think we
were to go to one hotel, and learn there what hotel our travel
agent had booked for us. Anyway, I remember that after an hour or
two waiting in the lobby of the hotel to which our taxi first
took us, we transferred to another hotel several blocks away.


First Ship Radio Station

This was our first visit to one of the Scandinavian countries. We
took this flight, stopping first at Copenhagen, because we wanted
to contact the first radio station that we had heard of operating
offshore from a ship. The offices of this station were in
Copenhagen. Also, we wanted the thrill of a polar flight, and, as
I remember, only this SAS flight from Los Angeles to Copenhagen
was then operative as a polar flight. Flying on the prejet prop
plane, it was much slower than today's jets.
I was not able to contact the manager of the station, who
was out of town. However, I did contact him later by telephone.
Nothing definite came of it at the time, but it did open to our
investigation the idea of broadcasting from offshore ship
stations, to countries where no radio time can be purchased or
used by The World Tomorrow.
We enjoyed a day in Copenhagen, and then flew on to Cologne,
Germany. We carried with us a portable Ampex tape recorder. In
fact it was the first of the Ampex 600 models -- I believe ours was
the first set from the factory. This was the first portable tape
recorder that was of professional broadcast quality, so that
programs recorded on it would be acceptable for broadcast by the
largest, most discriminating radio stations.
At Cologne, in our hotel room, I recorded a program, which I
wanted to do from inside Germany.


German Enthusiasm for Work

We were much impressed by the phenomenal progress the Germans had
made since our last visit, in recovering from the war. Now
factories and downtown business blocks and stores and offices not
only had been rebuilt, and residence apartments constructed, but
we noticed a much finer, more expensive quality of merchandise
displayed in store windows.
Cologne suffered one of the worst beatings by Allied bombing
of any city -- 80 percent to 90 percent destroyed. In all their
cities, the Germans rebuilt first their factories and industrial
and production facilities. People lived in temporary shacks or
small temporary houses. They kept them neat, planted roses,
flowers, shrubs for beauty outside working hours. Stores
operated, at first, from bombed-out wreckage or any temporary
kind of quarters.
Production came first, not fine living. In 1956 and 1958 I
was awakened frequently in hotel rooms by Germans walking briskly
to work about 5 or 5:30 a.m., yodelling or singing lustily. While
the English, supposedly the victors of the Second World War,
lolled around, came to tea and took an occasional work-break, the
Germans worked with enthusiasm, vigor and PURPOSE.
Today the whole world sees the RESULT. I talk a good deal
about CAUSE and EFFECT. Every condition is the RESULT of a CAUSE.
If Britain has gone down economically, no longer a world power,
virtually bankrupt today, there has been a CAUSE. The English, in
their proud and stubborn attitude, have refused to acknowledge
the CAUSE they were producing. Now they are down, and, as an
important nation in the world, OUT! They have toppled the bars of
moral restraint. They have gone in for laziness, indolence,
gambling, and haughty, stubborn indifference. They are beginning
now to really reap what they have been sowing!
The British have written a lesson they still refuse to learn
or admit.
But, every visit we made to Germany, we noticed the CAUSE of
a dynamic economic upsurge -- hard work, industry, vigor, PURPOSE.
They have purposed to come back. They are once again beginning to
shout: "Deutschland über alles!"


Office Hunting in London

From Cologne Garner Ted and I flew on over to London. There,
Raymond McNair, in charge of the work in Britain and Europe, and
our business manager of the London office had been searching for
a larger, more suitable office space prior to our arrival, hoping
to have a few desirable selections for our decision. This time we
wanted office space in a building where additional office rooms
could be leased as our needs expanded.
But up to that point their efforts had not been very
rewarding. Most of those they had inspected were not suitable, or
worth showing to us. They did have three or four, one of which
they termed "the least of the evils." After looking them over, we
agreed with their appraisal.
One we inspected was a three-story, old, badly maintained
apartment building. We supposed it could be used for the kind of
college we had in mind -- for a small number -- perhaps not over
thirty-five -- men of different races. They could live in the
apartment rooms, mostly very small, and the one or two lounge
rooms might be enlarged by tearing out a few partitions and doing
a remodeling job. These might be used as offices and classrooms.
But the place was of third-rate quality, old, ill-kept -- and, the
PRICE was too high.
It was very discouraging.
Lastly, they showed us "the least of the evils." It had once
been a mansion, or home of very good quality, three stories, and
a block and a half north of Regent's Park. It was fairly close to
the downtown business section. The location was good. It occupied
a lot of about seventy-five or eighty-five feet width. But it,
too, had been neglected, poorly maintained. Of course we knew we
could give it a going-over. It could provide sufficient office
space, and perhaps we could use it for our small, limited-size
college of the type we then had in mind.


And Then -- Out of the Blue!

We had spent two or three days looking. Mr. McNair had spent
several days looking prior to our arrival. It began to seem like
we were going to have to settle for this "least of the evils." It
could be bought, and on terms we could handle. But we were not a
bit happy over the idea.
Mr. McNair had entered Ambassador College in October, 1948,
in the second year of its existence. He had always been a steady,
balanced, persistent plugger -- never quitting -- never giving up. He
didn't give up, now. He continued to telephone estate agents.
Then, suddenly one of these agents suggested something he
didn't suppose we would be interested in -- but he ventured to
suggest it; a place just outside Greater London, north by
northwest, in the Green Belt. It was a fairly large house, larger
than the "least of the evils." It had a few acres of grounds.
"Could you handle the office work from a location that far
out?" I asked.
"Yes," said Mr. McNair, "I think we could if the place were
otherwise satisfactory."
"Why don't we go out and have a look at it yet this
evening?" I suggested.
It was arranged.
Finally, after we had gotten completely out of London, we
had to drive down a lane, and then a still narrower, winding,
twisting lane. It didn't raise our anticipations. But then, we
were getting used to disappointments.
Finally we turned in to the place. There was a sign,
"Hanstead House." I don't know why, but that name sounded very
unattractive to me.
Then suddenly we came to the iron gates in front of the
mansion. It was like turning suddenly from the back-alleys of
discouragement and dilapidated disappointments into a
millionaire's beautiful mansion and grounds!
This place, too, had been neglected for two years. Weeds
were hip-high. But the house looked proud and majestic. We could
not see in very well -- it was almost dark -- but what we could see
appeared to be in reasonably good condition inside. The building
was of stone and stucco. It had a very attractive and fairly
impressive entrance. There was, on the south side, what appeared
to have been an expanse of lawn -- now high in weeds. But on either
side of that weed-grown lawn were rows of the most beautiful and
stately cedars of Lebanon we had ever seen.
We were a little excited. This began to look promising!
"I want to see the inside of this mansion," I said. "Can you
arrange for us to come back tomorrow morning, with the agent, to
let us inside?"
"We'll stop by his home on the way back to the hotel and try
to arrange it," Mr. McNair responded. It was arranged for
complete inspection at 10 next morning.
This time two others of our staff went along. And we planned
to arrive at 9:30, to go carefully over the grounds and talk it
over privately among ourselves before the agent arrived.
When we arrived, in full daylight, all four of us were
tremendously impressed. We began walking around. I noticed three
large urns in what appeared to have been a garden in front of the
front entrance -- one a very large and costly urn. Then we
discovered that there was an aviary. We discovered a little brook
running down what appeared to have been a very fine and costly
garden. At least I noticed, among the weeds, several plants I
knew to be very fine and expensive shrubs.
We also had noticed that there was an informal English
sunken garden on the east side of the mansion, and there were
four large greenhouses.
We didn't know, then, that there was such a beautiful formal
garden on the west front, the most magnificent rose garden we had
ever seen, and a very exotic Japanese garden through which the
little brook ran -- these were so thickly covered with weeds we did
not discover them.
The young men began to shout.
Almost in unison, we all exclaimed, "This is PROVIDENTIAL!
This means God wants another full LIBERAL ARTS coed college in
England, just like the one in Pasadena!" It was like a sudden
realization -- a KNOWING -- a recognizing of the divine guidance and
intervening to show us HIS will!
The other fellows were shouting for joy.
"Hey, pipe down!" I said. "Not so loud! If that estate agent
arrives and hears you fellows, the price will double! Besides, we
haven't bought it yet, and we don't know whether we can!"
There was not really any doubt in our minds, though. It was
like recognizing a revelation straight from God. We KNEW this
meant we were to establish a college in England. NOT the kind of
college we had in mind. The kind we now recognized GOD had in
mind.
This may seem preposterous to some readers, I know. But we
are engaged in God's work. We have learned how God works. It was
like God had flashed a message straight from heaven like a sudden
bolt of lightning.
Here was a college campus, already there! We knew that, for
this purpose, we would need additional buildings, for
administration offices, for dormitories, perhaps for additional
class and lecture rooms. We knew, too, that in the Green Belt it
would be almost impossible to obtain a building permit to erect
additional new buildings.
But on this place we noticed there were quite a number of
very superb horse stables, cow barns, and even a building for an
electric generating plant. We felt sure we could obtain a permit
to REMODEL those existing buildings suitable for our usage.
Of course we knew there were many problems to hurdle. We
had, first, to see whether the county authorities would grant us
a change of occupancy permit to operate a college at that
location. And there was the rather BIG matter of negotiating for
the purchase -- and whether we would be able.
When we inspected the inside we saw that this Hanstead
House, as it was then named, was a very ornate building of fine
quality -- comparable in quality and size to Ambassador Hall on our
Pasadena Campus. Ambassador Hall is the former Hulett C. Merritt
mansion and estate, the most fabulous place in Pasadena.
Ambassador Hall had come to us virtually as a gift. When we saw
the ornate interior of Hanstead House, we began to have
misgivings. Perhaps we would find the price completely beyond our
reach.
Beside, the estate agent's office had intimated that TWA was
considering the purchase of the property to be used as a school
for stewardesses.
Yet, this mansion, with these outstanding gardens, the
aviary, greenhouses, cedars of Lebanon, all finally came to us
for £8,000 ($22,800) -- the not uncommon price of a five- or
six-room cottage on a forty- or fifty-foot lot in America, -- and
that on terms that gave us several years to pay.

[Editor's note: The events of the year 1959 in the life of
Herbert W. Armstrong were written for The Plain Truth in the year
1968, some nine months after the death of Loma D. Armstrong. Mr.
Armstrong chose not to continue his autobiography serially in the
magazine. However, during the years that followed he continued to
write up his remarkable experiences and to expound new truths as
they came to him. The publishers have therefore gathered together
and edited his public letters, together with certain editorials
in The Plain Truth. So here, in Herbert W. Armstrong's own words,
are the highlights of the nearly twenty-seven remaining years of
his life that concluded on the morning of January 16, 1986 -- when
he fell asleep in death in his wife's favorite chair.]



Chapter 73
June 29, 1959 -- May 22, 1963


Monte Carlo June 29, 1959

Dear Co-Workers with Christ:
We spent a very busy ten days in London. We planned for
having the British and overseas edition of The Plain Truth
printed hereafter in London. Until now we have shipped the
printed copies by air freight ....
Also plans were made for establishing a second Ambassador
College in Britain, beginning September next year, 1960. God
opened to us one of England's fine, spacious country estates.
Until the owner died a year ago, this was the home of one of
England's wealthiest titled ladies -- Lady Yule. It is one of the
most recently built of such estates -- built in 1924, and in superb
condition. Originally this estate comprised over 800 acres. When
wealthy titled people die in Britain today, the inheritance taxes
take almost everything, and their heirs (Lady Yule left no
children) are forced to sell the property in order to pay the
taxes. In this case, the estate has been subdivided into many
smaller farms, and most of it sold, except for the fine big
mansion, with its eight acres of beautifully landscaped lawns,
rose gardens, etc., and a two-acre plot containing brick housing
units for the former employed staff, the fine brick stables,
garages, etc. These will make student housing, as also will
servants' quarters in one large wing of the mansion. They had no
difficulty selling off small farm plots, and even near-by guest
cottages. But in England today nobody could buy such a mansion to
live in, and it could only be sold for a college, hospital, or
some such institution. The result was, having been unable to sell
it in a whole year, the price was reduced to a small fraction of
what it cost to build. We obtained it for less than we paid for
any of our college buildings in Pasadena, though this is larger
than any of them, and even finer than any except Ambassador Hall.
It came to us with a small payment now, a large part of which was
paid by our British Co-Workers, and except for small payments
which I think British Co-Workers can fully pay, no more to be
paid for a year, when we establish the college. This also
provides adequate office space for our fast-expanding London
office. Our London office manager told me the saving in office
rent will more than pay for this fine property.
Thus God has providentially opened to us a superb,
magnificently landscaped ten-acre college campus, only five miles
from the edge of London, walking distance from suburban train,
with a fine, stately, thirty-three-room college building, with
ample class rooms, and offices and mailing rooms -- and without
putting any financial burden on our United States and worldwide
work from Pasadena headquarters!
Co-Workers, the way God continues to bless His Work and to
lead the way just fills me with awe, with gratitude, and almost
chokes me with emotion! Constantly Christ shows us that He is in
this great Work -- guiding it -- blessing it! What a privilege for us
to have a part in it -- to be co-workers with Christ Himself!
I hope it fills your heart with joy and thanksgiving, too,
as it does mine -- and inspires you to pray harder for this great
work -- to sacrifice more so you can give more if you have not
already done that, as I know many of you have -- but far from all!
I am typing this letter in Monte Carlo, and will airmail it
to Pasadena, where it will be reprinted and mailed on to you! I
hope to be back home before you receive this, or a day or so
after.


New York, November 4, 1960

Dear Friend:
I have just completed my first trip around the world! I have
thrilling and important news for you. I have come up to the
offices of our New York advertising agency to type this letter to
you, during a stopover of a few hours between planes. I must fly
on across the Atlantic Ocean again tonight, arriving at London
airport tomorrow morning at 7 a.m. Mrs. Armstrong is there, and I
expect her to meet me at the airport.
Our New York advertising agency is responsible for opening
up time for The World Tomorrow on overseas radio stations outside
the United States, around the world. Constantly more and more
powerful stations are opening their doors for broadcasting the
World Tomorrow message on five continents around the world.
I have had to be in England most of the time since June,
preparing for the opening of the second Ambassador College. The
founding and starting of a new college is a gigantic task. It
seems a thousand and one things have to be thought of, planned
provided, put into operation. The new college did open on
schedule October 14.
Developments on the other side of the world, in Australia,
made necessary a hurriedly planned flight to Sydney, Australia.
The president of our New York advertising agency flew to London,
where I joined him, and together we flew on to Sydney, and then
on around the world -- all in something like two and a half days'
actual flying time! ...
I was very much surprised, recently, to learn that only a
very small percentage of all people have ever flown in an
airplane. I used to say that I would never fly unless I
absolutely had to, in God's Work -- and then I would trust God to
protect me. The time finally came when, nineteen years ago, I had
to fly from Seattle to Portland. I had broadcast the program on
Sunday morning from the studios of a Seattle station, and had to
be in the studios of the Portland station for the broadcast a
very few hours later. The only way I could get there on time was
to fly.
Half-way along that first flight of mine, the captain came
through the cabin, speaking very quietly in the ear of each
passenger the tremendous news he had just heard over the plane's
radio that the Japanese were bombing Pearl Harbor -- the United
States was at war! That, of course, was Sunday, December 7, 1941.
You can understand why I shall never forget my first flight in
the air! ...
I have had to do a great deal of flying these past nineteen
years. These big 707 jets have been in service only about two
years, and already I have lost track of the number of times I
have flown on them. But this was my first trip around the
world -- and the first time I have ever taken time or space to tell
you about it.
I did not look forward to this trip with any eagerness. Mrs.
Armstrong does not like to fly, and of course could not come
along on a trip of this great length and short time, anyway. My
entire trip around the world, with six days in Australia, three
in Pasadena, and one in Texas, is less than two weeks. I put off
this trip as long as I could ....
We flew straight through from London to Sydney -- almost half
way around the world -- on the same plane. There were
forty-five-minute fuel stops made at Rome, at Cairo,
Egypt -- flying over the very path of the great Exodus under Moses,
and close to Mount Sinai -- then Karachi in West Pakistan on the
west border of India. We stopped again at Calcutta after crossing
India, then southeast to Bangkok, on down to Singapore, then
clear down to Darwin, Australia, then across that continent and
landing at Sydney about 7 a.m. in rain and a gust of wind. Our
office staff there now numbers ten, seven of whom have been sent
over from Ambassador College ....
During the six days in Sydney, arrangements were made to
gradually add thirty-nine additional stations, with daily
broadcasting. This will mean we shall cover thoroughly the areas
in which about 98 percent of all the people of that continent
live.
It seemed very strange on Sunday night as we left Australia
to realize we were starting to cross the vast Pacific Ocean. From
London we had travelled east and southeast -- always, so it
seemed -- travelling farther and farther away from the Pacific. I
had left the Pacific Ocean when I last had left Pasadena, and had
steadily travelled farther away from it all the way to London.
And from there I was still going on east -- and now, all of a
sudden, I realized I was way west of Pasadena, instead of east.
It really seemed very strange. I had been going constantly
farther east of Pasadena, and now here I was west of it! ...
During my brief three days at headquarters in Pasadena, I
approved going on our second station in Canada ....
Now I must hasten back out to the international airport, and
board one more big 707 jet, on the last leg of this 'round the
world journey, to be with my wife and continue supervision, for a
while, of the new Ambassador College in England ....


February 16, 1961

Dear Co-Workers with Christ:
We now have to realize it! These are the most trying and
crucial days for this great closing Work of God since it
began! ...
Now I want to tell you how the living Christ has moved
swiftly this past week, in a most thrilling manner, to speed His
Work ahead! ...
Kansas City is a very important center where we have had no
station at all. There is just one 50,000-watt station there, with
coverage reaching over much of Missouri and Kansas and adjoining
states -- KCMO. The management there has been consistently adamant
against what radio men term "commercial religion."
Perhaps most of our Co-Workers do not realize how very
difficult it is to induce any of the larger, more powerful,
top-prestige stations to open time for The World Tomorrow. In
radio circles there is a feeling that all religious programs are
"commercial religion," broadcasting only for the money they get
by begging the public over the air. They object to ordinary
religious programming, which is sentimental, emotional,
interesting only to a very small segment of religiously inclined
people. And 95 percent to 99 percent of the entire listening
audience tunes out immediately when such programs come on. The
stations cannot sell time to commercial sponsors following the
average religious broadcast, because the rating agencies have
shown that they have no audience left except a few religious
people who will turn immediately to some other religious program.
It's difficult to convince radio station managers that The
World Tomorrow is utterly different -- that we speak to, and grip
the interest of non-religious people -- the whole public -- that most
of our audience is made up of people who seldom, if ever, go to
church. Many of the largest and highest-ranking stations have
learned that The World Tomorrow attracts a large listening
audience of the entire public -- and that we are not commercial and
never ask for money on the air, or in any of our free literature.
You have no idea how difficult it is to induce radio men to
realize the true facts about God's own program!
But on Monday of last week, the manager of KCMO was in Los
Angeles, in the offices of the Katz Agency, one of the two or
three largest firms of radio and TV station representatives in
the country, and who represent KCMO. It was hard for them to
believe any religious program could hold a listening audience,
and turn over a big audience to the sponsor who follows. They
demanded proof.
So they got out the rating reports. First they looked at the
KLZ ratings in Denver. They were astonished to find that the
rating agency surveys in Colorado showed that The World Tomorrow
is rated number one in Denver. We had the largest listening
audience of any station. We held our audience the second fifteen
minutes. They called up the management of WLAC in Nashville. They
found we were the highest rated program. The management there
recommended that they accept The World Tomorrow. They found we
are the number one rated program on WWVA, according to an
extensive Hooper survey.
The manager of KCMO immediately cleared the time of 9:05 to
9:35 p.m., following five minutes' news at 9 p.m. He then called
his friend who is manager of KRMG, Tulsa, told him what he had
found about our program, urged him to accept the program. KRMG
did -- 9:00 p.m. every night.
Getting on KCMO automatically opened up to us our first
station in Arizona -- KPHO in Phoenix -- every night of the week at a
good time.
That all happened between 10 and 11:30 a.m. Monday morning.
Then our advertising agent and the top man in radio sales for the
Katz Agency telephoned for a luncheon engagement with me. At 1
p.m. they arrived at the college. They were really excited.
Things were happening like miracles! There was some kind of
tie-up between these stations and the Storer chain.
This Storer company owns several important 50,000-watt
stations. These include KGBS, Los Angeles; WGBS, Miami; and WIBG,
Philadelphia. We have succeeded in getting on these three
50,000-watt stations on Sunday only, but so far we had been
unable to convince them of the true facts about The World
Tomorrow and they had refused to open up time week-nights, which
we need seriously in these important areas.
These men explained that the "home base" original "mother"
station of the Storer group is WSPD, the NBC station at Toledo,
Ohio. Although this station is only 5,000 watts, its ratings show
it has more than half of the total radio audience in its
district. Six or seven other stations in the area divide the rest
of the audience.
"This station is the key," said its West Coast
representative from the Katz Agency. "to getting complete
every-night time on those three other Storer stations. We called
them on the telephone. We can't convince them. We think that if
you go over there and talk to them personally, Mr. Armstrong, you
may be able to present the facts in a way so they will come to
see how different The World Tomorrow is from the kind of
religious programs they object to."
He said the management of the Storer stations at Toledo had
agreed to listen with an open mind if I came to them -- although
they advised against my coming, saying they didn't think there
could be any facts that would change them.
But the manager of the West Coast offices of the Katz Agency
was now so interested and enthusiastic over the World Tomorrow
program that he had agreed to fly back himself with me, and also
to have his top radio-sales man go with us. It was arranged for
those two men, who are the West Coast representatives of this
Toledo station, our advertising agent, and me to fly to Toledo.
Tuesday morning we boarded a non-stop jet plane for Chicago, with
reservations to fly on to Toledo, Ohio, early the next morning.
At 7:50 next morning we were out at Midway air terminal in
Chicago for an 8:30 plane. At 8:10 they marked the plane up as
thirty-five minutes late. Then thirty-five minutes later, they
posted on the bulletin board an additional hour delay. Meanwhile
our advertising manager telephoned the manager of WJJD, a
50,000-watt Chicago station. He is a former partner of our
advertising agent, and has been manager at WJJD only about a
month. He was very favorable to giving us a good time seven days
a week. I was introduced to him on the telephone, and suggested I
stay over in Chicago and see him on Thursday (it was now
Wednesday morning).
Finally they cancelled out our flight to Toledo altogether,
and announced they were sending us by taxi clear across Chicago
to O'Hare Field to catch a 12:10 plane on another line. Meanwhile
the Katz manager called Toledo, found the station manager was at
the airport in Toledo to meet us. So it was arranged for him to
meet our later plane.
Well, it seemed everything was going wrong! Arriving at
O'Hare Field, our 12:10 plane was marked up thirty minutes late!
It was now going to get us to Toledo just one hour and fifteen
minutes before we had to board the plane on our return
flight -- and it is one hour's drive from the airport to downtown
Toledo!
When we stopped off the plane at Toledo, the three top
executives of the station were there to meet us. Because of our
short time, they arranged for a conference room in a motel across
the street.
I had much to tell them, and not much time. We finished our
conversation walking through the airport. It was not until we
reached the gate to the plane, with its propellers already
warming up waiting for us to hurry on board, that final decision
came. They accepted The World Tomorrow -- 9 p.m. every night, seven
nights a week!
Arriving in Chicago, we dropped off our luggage at our
hotel, then had our cab take us on to the large suite of offices
of the Katz Agency on Michigan Boulevard. I was introduced to the
Chicago manager of the agency. While there the West Coast manager
of the Katz Agency called the leading radio station at Spokane,
KHQ, long distance. Their manager was in Phoenix, attending a
meeting with the manager of KPHO, which had just opened time for
us. The KHQ office in Spokane called their manager on another
telephone at Phoenix. The KPHO manager recommended that he accept
The World Tomorrow. The KHQ manager instructed his office that if
his West Coast representative, who was making the call from
Chicago, also recommended it, to clear the time 9 to 9:30 p.m.,
seven nights a week.
Thursday morning the manager of WJJD came to breakfast with
us, and then we walked over to the WJJD offices. Two station
officials were there waiting for the conference. They seemed
friendly. Then the president of the company which owns this
station along with a few others walked in. There was no smile on
his face. He was decidedly antagonistic. Nothing could budge him.
His mind was not open to any facts, other than that the answer
was a frigid "no!"
About noon we met the manager of a 1,000-watt station, while
waiting to see the manager of 50,000-watt WCFL (the CFL stands
for Chicago Federation of Labor). This station manager shot sharp
questions at me about our program. When I mentioned that we tell
people how to live to be happy, and that we proclaim the truth of
the Bible, he asked: "What is Truth? Nobody knows! This whole
world is all mixed up. There is nothing but confusion -- especially
in religion." He said he himself was confused.
"I can straighten you out," I said, "if your mind is open,
and I can have enough time with you." He was intrigued. Later he
called our advertising agent at our hotel, offering to open an
early morning time seven days a week. "What shall I tell him?"
asked our advertising agent.
"Tell him," I said, "that if he will make it a condition of
the contract to come out to Pasadena and see our college campus,
and spend a little time with me getting straightened out, we will
go on his station." He accepted ....
Later we met the manager of WCFL -- only he had just recently
resigned. However, he is some kind of a top man in Chicago union
circles and very influential. He felt that the station would do
whatever he recommended. He spent some little time with me
personally. God seemed to give me favor in his sight. He became
real friendly -- seemed to really want to help us get on a
50,000-watt Chicago station. Of course we could not get the final
answer at the time, for we had to leave for the airport to catch
the evening non-stop jet plane for home.
Co-Workers, does this give you a little clearer idea why I
need to ask you continually to pray for this work? Without divine
intervention we would not be able to get on any of the really
major superpower stations. I know that hundreds -- maybe
thousands -- of you Co-Workers were praying earnestly for this work
the past two weeks. That is why all these miracles happened so
suddenly all at once!! Never has anything like this happened
before!!
This letter is getting long. But there is still more to tell
you! ...
The time has come when we have to open a branch office in
Canada. Scores of our Canadian Co-Workers have been unable to
deduct on their income taxes the tithes and offerings they send
for God's Work, because we have had no office nor recognition in
Canada ....
Now, finally -- I have found that when Christ opens vital and
necessary radio doors for us, He expects us to walk through those
doors! Soon after this work started on the air, in the late fall
of 1934, He opened the door of station KXL, then 100 watts, in
Portland. The work could have spread within its first year to
Portland. But I hesitated. I was afraid to go ahead. Instead, I
sent a letter to Co-Workers asking if they would pledge the small
amount of money it would cost. Not enough pledges came! We lost
our chance. The doors of KXL did not open for us again until some
two years later.
When stations important and necessary to this work have
opened up to us in later years, and I walked right through the
doors Christ opened, in faith, God has always supplied the means.
When I hesitated, the money never came!
Co-Workers, God has performed miracles for His Work this
past week! I know he expects me to follow where He leads! In
faith, I am going ahead! I know you will back me up, and will not
let me down! ...
Thank you again, and God will bless you -- because I ask Him
to, and He does bless all of us loyally in His Work!


Written from Ambassador College
St. Albans, near London
May 22, 1963

Dear Co-Workers with Christ:
Again I am writing you from Ambassador College in England.
Mrs. Armstrong and I expect to be here for the remainder of the
present school year ....
I have written you about our austere year, on which I found
it necessary to embark some two months ago. Some of you
misunderstood! Let me make it clear! God's Work is not going
backward! -- never! The actual gospel work is going forward faster
than ever before! We are not making any cuts that would actually
slow the Work.
But this is what we are doing! We are cutting every waste
effort or unnecessary expenditure we can. We are continuing to
add more radio stations -- but, (for this one year) not as rapidly
as we had been doing. We are cancelling out some radio stations
that have not proved productive and apparently were not being
listened to by as many as others.
I did write you two months ago that we had postponed the
opening of the third Ambassador [campus], in Texas, for one year.
That was because of this austerity year. But we feel that will
not slow down the actual proclaiming of the gospel -- as long as it
is for only one year. And another reason is that we are simply
forced to continue a building program at both Pasadena, and at
the college in England -- or else take in no additional students
next school year!
Here in England we are now trying to feed one hundred ten
students in one ordinary-size family dining room -- designed for
only one small family! So we are proceeding right along to
complete the new dining hall, which was started last year. We
have no place for additional incoming new students to sleep the
next school year. So we are continuing the work of remodeling the
"Clock Horse Stables," converting them into a new dormitory to
house one hundred fifty men.
We are having to enlarge our office space, and space for our
printing department here, to take care of the constantly
increasing mail from listeners requesting literature.
The Work cannot grow unless the colleges continue to turn
out an increasing number of graduates every year. This great Work
now encompasses the whole world. It now requires the full time
work of hundreds of trained men and women. It now reaches
millions of people every week -- our estimate is at least
twenty-two million!
We are spending no money for just "beautifying" our college
properties that is not absolutely necessary for the functioning
of the colleges. Our colleges are outstandingly beautiful because
multimillionaires built these fabulous estates that way at their
expense. Then these magnificently landscaped properties came to
us at a tiny fraction of their original cost.
For example, you could not, today, even buy the fine and
imposing iron fence and gates around Ambassador Hall on the
Pasadena campus for the price we paid for the whole fabulous
estate! ...
But we are certainly not letting these fine properties go to
weeds and ruin. God commanded Adam to dress and keep the Garden
of Eden, not let it run down and go to weeds. We do work hard to
properly maintain what God has seen fit to entrust into our
hands. He will hold us accountable for how well we take care of
what He gives us!
The building program must go on, or the work cannot grow!
Our building program has been costing only a small portion of the
total expenditures for God's Work -- between two percent and three
percent. It would be penny-wise and pound foolish to cut this
off. Rather, we are making big cuts in the two biggest items of
expense. This enables us to continue right on with the necessary
building program, and still reduce expenses, while at the same
time increasing and expanding the work itself! God's Work must
continue to grow its normal 30% even during this austere year!
This does take careful planning, and sound management! ...


Chapter 74
April 25, 1966 -- December 10, 1968


April 25, 1966

Dear Co-Workers with Christ:
Greetings from Australia: Mrs. Armstrong and I are visiting
our offices here in Sydney, Australia -- "down under," on the other
side of the world where the sun circles around the north on its
way to setting in the west.
God's Work is booming here in Australia. It is my wife's
first visit here and my first since October, 1960 ....
It has been a tremendous inspiration to Mrs. Armstrong and
me to see God's Work booming in rapid growth down here in
Australia. While here, I have had conferences with radio station
officials in Adelaide, Melbourne and Sydney, and we leave in ten
minutes for the airport, flying today to Brisbane. These and
other business conferences are resulting in stepping up our
program for reaching the people of Australia and New Zealand with
Christ's own gospel. Additional radio coverage is opening up.
Also arrangements are under way for the purchasing of full-page
advertising space in national magazines and metropolitan
newspapers. These will carry Christ's dynamic message to hundreds
of thousands, and millions, in print.
Many hundreds have been really converted -- their lives turned
around and changed -- since I was here last. God is doing a big
work here in Australia. What an inspiration it is to realize that
the World Tomorrow is heard all over the world.
Let me tell you a rather exciting experience. When I was
here in October, 1960, our local manager, a radio station
official and I were walking on a wharf to board a ferry when
suddenly I heard a sharp, deep bass voice from behind say: "Are
you Herbert W. Armstrong?" Turning, I saw a tall policeman. How
did he know my name, way down here in Sydney, Australia? Had I
done something wrong?
"Well, I want to shake your hand," he said, reaching out his
hand. "I hear you on the radio, and I recognized your voice as
you were talking to this gentleman."
It was really a startling experience. Well, here is the
astonishing sequel. I met this man again the other day, with his
wife. He has been converted since I was here, baptized by one of
our local ministers. And, more! His wife was also baptized just
the other day -- since we arrived here -- also by one of our
ministers. Mrs. Armstrong and I were overjoyed to meet them both.
I am now finishing this letter from Brisbane, where I am to
speak tonight to an audience of a few hundred listeners to The
World Tomorrow. I have spoken before good-sized audiences in
Melbourne, and several times in Sydney, since we arrived in
Australia. Tomorrow I have a luncheon appointment scheduled with
the manager of a Brisbane radio station ....
Next Monday we fly on to Hong Kong for two days, to try to
make arrangements to put the World Tomorrow program on a station
there. Then we must take a very long flight all the way across
Asia, to Tel Aviv, Israel. We will spend a few days revisiting
historic places in the land of ancient Israel. I am especially
anxious to visit again the little synagogue in Nazareth, where
Jesus spoke from the book of Isaiah (Luke 4:16-30), and other
places. Then from there straight to London, and Ambassador
College in England.
This 'round the world' trip is an arduous one. I was afraid
it would be very hard on Mrs. Armstrong, but thousands are
praying for our safety and pleasant flights for her; and so far,
all prayers have been answered. We are very grateful ....
I must hurry now to the auditorium where I am to speak
tonight. Remember, the living Christ blesses you for your
generous part in His Work.


February 27, 1967

Dear Co-Heir with Christ:
This letter must be brief, and to the point.
I had hoped that I would be able to announce, in this
letter, the biggest, most important, most sensational leap
forward in this Work of God, since it started in 1934!
That's why this letter is two or three days late. But I
can't delay longer. And now I must make it short so it may be
typed and mailed yet today if possible! I feel sure this very
sensational announcement will be ready before the next letter ....
Meantime, dear Co-Workers, I have been under the heaviest
cloud for years. My dear wife has been stricken with a serious
intestinal condition. For three weeks she has been confined to
bed. Everything possible was done, including, of course,
anointing her and asking God to heal her. At first we thought it
was an attack of appendicitis -- and, under fasting, such an attack
will resolve itself naturally within about seven to ten days. But
that time passed, and the pain was not in the appendix. In such a
condition there are, of course, certain things we humans can and
ought to do -- even though we rely on God for the healing. I assure
you, that under the best professional advice, everything we could
or ought to do was done.
I would like to explain, for your own understanding, that
God does for us what we cannot, and ought not, try to do for
ourselves. Healing of sickness or disease is something no doctor
nor medicine can do. That is why God has promised to heal us. In
my ministerial experience over forty years, literally thousands
have been healed -- of almost every disease or sickness,
including -- cancer and leukemia -- by my prayers, and those of God's
ministers in this Work associated with me. Some things we cannot
do, and ought leave solely to God. Some He does through us, with
certain things we can and should do. Other things we do by
ourselves.
But we came to the place where, under "medical" advice of a
doctor who is one of our converts (no longer in active medical
practice, but in God's service), the time had come to stand
still, and commit it into God's hands. The first two weeks,
approximately, she was in great abdominal pain, with cramps,
unable to hold anything on her stomach. She did sip water, and
take crushed ice into her mouth -- but always her stomach rejected
it, and it was thrown up. Then, a week ago, I'm sure God
performed one miracle -- I awoke at 6:30 a.m. and was told she had
taken about a half glass of homemade grape juice at 4:30, and her
stomach had retained it. She has been taking prescribed amounts
about every two hours since. For about three days she was able to
take small amounts -- two or three teaspoons at a time -- of a beef
juice, then her stomach refused it further. We have been able,
however, to alternate some fresh carrot juice, and even some
gelatin.
This nourishment, during the past week, has given her some
added strength, and she has been getting in better rest and
sleep, and is much improved in mind and spirits ....
Dear Co-Worker with Christ, this great Work of God is on the
very threshold of the greatest leap forward in power and scope in
its history. The really big work is yet to be done. God started
His Work for this time through my wife. He used her to bring me
to Him. God said it is not good for a man to be alone -- and He
gave her to me to be my help. She has been my partner -- the other
half of this team God called, and has used in building His great
Work. As we now face a greatly stepped-up, bigger Work, I need
her desperately at my side. God, of course, knows this.
During this ordeal I fasted ten days. I did not fast for
her -- because we do not bring God "to our terms" by suffering and
"doing penance." I fasted to bring myself closer to God. When
that was accomplished I broke the fast. I had been concerned over
a heart condition and high blood pressure. I was slowed down in
my work. That is now all gone. This heart condition I have felt
for some four years is no longer noticeable. I have renewed
verve, bounce, energy. God has, in this fasting and prayer,
opened my eyes to many things -- changed my entire daily routine,
brought me far closer to Him. I am ready, now, for this big leap
ahead in this Work ....


April 17, 1967

Dear Co-Worker with Christ:
At last I can give you the one greatest most exciting news
announcement in the history of our broadcasting Christ's gospel
to the world.
But I am deeply sorry to have to announce, at the same time,
that my wife's critical illness has ended in the manner least
expected -- in her death just after midnight Saturday morning,
April 15. In the next second of her consciousness she will awake
in the Resurrection, completely healed -- and, far more than we
beseeched God in our earnest prayers, not in the corruptible body
of this mortal flesh and blood, but in an immortal spirit body,
in glory in God's eternal Kingdom!
Thirty-four years ago, at this same time of year, when my
father died having reached his seventieth year, I had to learn
that God's promises are absolutely secure -- but not always in the
way we expect. For His ways are not our ways. In the "Faith
Chapter" of the Bible, Hebrews 11, speaking of the example of
faith set by Abraham, Isaac and Jacob -- "the Fathers" -- and of
Sarah, we read: "These all died in faith, not having received the
promises, but having seen them afar off, and were persuaded of
them, and embraced them ... that they, without us, should not be
made perfect." (Heb. 11:13 and 40.)
Had they received the promises by their faith at that time,
then you and I would have been left out. But God's promises to
them are irrevocably secure! They shall receive them in the
resurrection -- and many thousands or millions of us also with
them.
God has promised to heal the sick, upon real repentance and
faith. But God has not promised how, or when! That, we must leave
to Him in faith.
We did fully expect that God would heal her now. True, she
was seventy-five and a half years of age. Even King David, who
has been rescued from death, and healed from near-death more than
once, "died in a good old age, full of days," at age seventy. (I
Chron. 29:28). In I Kings 1:1, it is stated that "King David was
old, and stricken with years," just before his death.
God already had given my wife five and a half years more of
this life than He gave David. She was just a few months older
than I, though part of each year we were "the same age," as they
are counted. Yet neither of us have felt or acted in any manner
like "old folks," or "elderly" people. We never thought of her as
being anywhere near seventy!
God had called her, and then me through her. He had chosen
us for His Work. He had built His great Work through us, bearing
great and rich spiritual "fruit." ...
If you'll read John 15, you'll realize that God corrects,
"prunes," or "purges" every branch in Christ which is producing
fruit -- that they may bring forth more fruit. It is only those
bearing none that He cuts off.
This great Work of God not only has produced fruit -- but
right now God is opening gigantic new doors for His Work to
multiply in power!
In our human thinking, it seemed God would heal her now,
that she could continue the remaining few years as my help in the
closing years of God's Work preparing the way for Christ's
coming, and the Kingdom of God, ushering in the wonderful World
Tomorrow! But, we know now, God had intended otherwise ....
To all you who have come to a reawakening through her recent
illness, let me plead: Carry on, in this spiritually rejuvenated
new life! Never slacken! Never lose courage! Now I need your help
more than ever! ...


June 29, 1967

Dear Co-Worker with Christ:
Since I wrote you, a week ago, things have happened fast.
Indeed, world events are racing on now at an ever-accelerating
clip.
I want to give you a little advance news, which you will
read in more detail in my Personal column. Page one, in the July
Plain Truth. With this coming number, due off the press in a few
days, the circulation has reached, at last, the fabulous plateau
of one million copies!
It requires about three full freight carloads (large
American size freight cars) of paper! Comparatively few magazines
on earth publish a million or more copies! That surely is a new
milestone of progress! Read more about it in your next Plain
Truth!
Of that one million copies subscribed for -- to be read by
probably two and a half million people -- about 2,450,000 of them
are noncontributors to God's Work. No one pays for his own
subscription, as you know. In addition to receiving The Plain
Truth free, these 2,450,000 people who read it have never
contributed -- and have never been asked to contribute anything!
In other words, beside helping pay for the World Tomorrow
broadcast on radio and television, reaching some forty million
people every week, your tithes and freewill offerings are helping
me to put The Plain Truth into the hands of nearly two and a half
million readers who are not even asked for financial support!
Actually, it is monumental, phenomenal, and virtually
incredible, how much every dollar you and I put into God's
glorious Work actually accomplishes! I know of no place else
where every dollar accomplishes so much good! That is because the
living Christ actually heads, directs, and blesses this Work of
God! What a privilege He allows you and me to have a part in
it -- to be used as His instruments, through whom He works,
carrying on God's Work!
One other exciting bit of advance news, which you will read
in more detail, in my next Personal editorial.
When I wrote you on May 29, I was en route to London,
ticketed for a jet flight from London to Beirut and Jerusalem on
June 5. I wrote in that letter, " ... it looks right now as if I
will not be able to go to Jerusalem at this time." As I wrote you
in the general semiannual letter to all Plain Truth subscribers,
June 21, I was not able to go. The Israelis took over the old
city of Jerusalem, including Jerusalem Radio, belonging to the
government of Jordan ....


July 31, 1967

Dear Co-Worker with Christ:
This letter should have been written yesterday. Things are
happening so fast these days, and I have so many things on my
mind, that I completely overlooked the fact this letter was due.
And here it is, the 31st of July. For me it is a very
important day -- a day of mixed emotions. May I be real personal in
this letter? ...
Today is a day I had been looking forward to. It was to be
the fiftieth wedding anniversary of Mrs. Armstrong and me. But
she is no longer here to share it with me.
I could not help, this morning, thinking back fifty years
ago today. I was living in Chicago. I had been engaged to marry a
girl from Iowa. That very morning I disappointed her. I arrived
late at the railroad depot to meet her. And there she was, a girl
who had never before seen such a big city, alone in the
metropolis of Chicago! ...
Many young ladies would have ended the engagement then and
there. They would have become angry, resentful, unforgiving.
Because most young brides are in love, most assuredly -- but with
their own selves! Not with the man they are marrying. And most
young bridegrooms also are in love -- with their own precious
selves!
As soon as the other becomes inconsiderate, or does
something, or says something, that "steps on the other's toes,"
the "injured" one flies into a rage, or becomes sullen and
resentful. One thing leads to another, and ultimately to an
unhappy marriage -- or divorce!
But this young lady forgave me, and later that same day she
became Mrs. Herbert W. Armstrong.
This is not to say that in the virtual fifty years of happy
marriage there were never any rough spots, mis-understandings, or
hurt feelings. There always are, in every marriage. And unless
each one is mindful of that fact -- mindful that each is human and
imperfect -- and has enough love for the other to forgive and
forget, it would be better to call the whole thing off before the
wedding.
Why do most marriages fail? Two reasons. They are not really
in love, though of course they think they are. They do not, each,
have as much love and concern for the other, as for self. They
want the other for what they feel the other means to them. They
are on the getting side, not the giving! And when everything
ceases to come their way, and the time comes to give, they don't
give. And the second reason is part of the first -- carnality!! And
carnality is vanity, lust, envy and greed ....
But since I am a day late with this letter, I must make it
brief ....
Thank you -- I do remember you constantly in my prayers!


December 10, 1968

Dear Co-Worker with Christ:
Today I can announce this big news at last! Now it's
official! I have said before I expected to announce it soon.
Jesus Christ is not dead -- He rose from the dead -- He is alive
right now, actively directing this Work of God -- and this is the
season more than any other, when He needs these gifts for His
Work! He has blest us by drafting us as His Co-Workers. We have
our part to do!
And speaking of Christ being alive! That is what this big
announcement is all about! And even though I need to get this
urgent letter off to you immediately, I feel I must take time to
tell you what He has just done for His Work!
Let me give you the background facts first. God originally
chose Jerusalem as His city, to become eventually the capital of
the whole world. But when He removed Judah (the Jews) from their
land, He said: "I will remove Judah also out of my sight, as I
have removed Israel, and I will cast off this city which I have
chosen, Jerusalem." (II Kings 23:27.) God turned His back on
Jerusalem ....
And today it is heap upon heap of ... rubble and filth. All
this is going to have to be cleaned away before it can be made,
after Christ's coming, the capital city of the world. Then for a
thousand years it will be the most beautiful, clean city of
splendor on earth.
Briefly, let me tell you how it started. The first seven and
a half years of King David's reign, Hebron was the capital city.
This is a few miles southwest of Jerusalem. But God had chosen
Jerusalem to become the capital. It is recorded in II Samuel 5:
"And the king and his men went to Jerusalem against the
Jebusites, the inhabitants of the land ....David took the
stronghold of Zion, that is, the city of David ....And David dwelt
in the stronghold, and called it the city of David ....And David
became greater and greater, for the Lord, the God of hosts, was
with him. And Hiram king of Tyre sent messengers to David, and
cedar trees; also carpenters and masons who built David a house"
(a palace).
That city of David was the original Jerusalem. Later,
Solomon rebuilt, or greatly enlarged, the palace. Solomon also
built the Temple. The Temple was probably the most glorious,
costly building ever constructed on earth. It was built on a
rectangular plateau. Mount Moriah, high above, and directly
adjoining the city of David on the north. As the city of
Jerusalem grew, it spread to the west and north of this Temple
Mount -- or Mount Moriah. Near the center of this Temple Mount is a
large rock. It was on this rock that Abraham built an altar, when
God tested him to see if he would obey even to sacrificing his
own son (type of God sacrificing His Son Jesus). This also was
the rock used as a threshing floor by Ornan the Jebusite. At
God's command, King David purchased this from Ornan. This same
rock was the site of Solomon's Temple. Also of Zerubbabel's
temple in the days of Ezra and Nehemiah. That Temple was
remodeled, renewed and greatly enlarged by Herod -- the Temple in
Jerusalem during Jesus' lifetime. It was destroyed in A.D. 70.
That same rock is in the very center of the present Moslem
mosque, called the Dome of the Rock.
On the south side of this Temple Mount a great massive stone
wall was built from the ground below at, or just north of the
City of David. This wall was perhaps fifty feet or more high. The
original inhabited part of Jerusalem was far below at that point.
Long after Solomon's palace and the Temple had been destroyed,
Gentiles built other buildings on the rubble. Succeeding
generations built on that rubble. As a result, the surface at
this site of the original Jerusalem and City of David is perhaps
forty to seventy feet higher than it was when David first built
his palace there.
Now I can explain to you this important announcement.
Ambassador College has just been given the great honor and
responsibility of entering joint participation with Hebrew
University of Jerusalem in the most important archaeological
excavation of our time -- uncovering 3,000 years of history! We are
now actively engaged -- Ambassador College and Hebrew
University -- in excavating down, layer by layer, removing the
accumulated rubble and filth of century after century of Gentile
occupation!
Hebrew University is recognized as the top center of
scholarship in the Middle East. It is a large university of
12,000 students. Like Ambassador College, its students are
serious, studying with purpose. Like Ambassador, there are no
hippies, and no student rebellion, or student riots. The fact
that they are Jewish and we are not makes no difference (we do
have a few Jewish students at Ambassador). This great
archaeological project is under the direct supervision of Dr.
Benjamin Mazar, one of the world's recognized outstanding experts
on archaeology, former President of Hebrew University.
Now I wonder if you can realize how important this is!
First, it is one of the most important scientific projects
under way anywhere on earth today. It will mean great prestige
and recognition of Ambassador College. If some wonder why we need
recognition by the world, remember that we are commissioned to go
into the world to preach the gospel. We have to deal with the
world. We have to obtain the use of the world's facilities -- radio
broadcast time on their radio facilities, television facilities,
and publishing facilities when we buy large advertising space in
the great mass-circulation magazines. This is increasing the
readership of The Plain Truth by hundreds of thousands. Without
favorable recognition and status in our "public image" we simply
could not carry out Christ's commission!
Secondly, we are contributing to the known fund of
knowledge!
Thirdly, we are preparing the way for Christ's coming as
King of kings and Lord of lords -- as world ruler, to set up the
government of God to rule all nations -- and to save the whole
world!
How are we preparing the way for Christ's Messianic coming?
In three ways. 1) by proclaiming and publishing worldwide the
gospel of the kingdom of God (Matt. 24:14; Mark 13:10). This we
have been doing for thirty-five years, with constantly increasing
and multiplying power! 2) by making ready a people for His
coming! These are "the elect" (Matt. 24:21-22) for whose sake God
will save humanity alive! Otherwise "no flesh would be saved
alive" in the great tribulation now almost upon us! Thousands are
being converted -- their lives changed -- receiving Christ as
Saviour, and receiving God's Holy Spirit -- every year.
And 3) something that even I did not realize until recently
we were also commissioned to do -- clean up the filth and rubble in
that area that was the original Jerusalem and City of David
(actually several acres of ground -- this is a major operation of
excavation).
Why is that important? Because Christ has said He will yet
choose Jerusalem, and make it the capital city of the whole world
tomorrow! Jesus is coming in all the supernatural power and glory
to rule the world. His throne will be there. Do you not suppose
it will be in the very spot He chose for David's throne? Jesus is
to sit on David's throne! Where was David's throne? It was on
this very spot where we are now cleaning up and hauling off the
rubble of century after century of accumulation! And even David
is to be resurrected! That is the spot we are cleaning up! So
there is a physical preparing, as well as spiritual, in preparing
the way for Messiah's coming! Further, God says we are to shout,
with amplified power, to the cities of Judah the glad message
that the Messiah is soon coming. This is leading to the
opportunity to do this (Isaiah 40:1-11).
That is all I have time to say now. I must rush this letter
into the mails.



Chapter 75
September 28, 1970 -- April 12, 1971


September 28, 1970

Dear Fellow Co-Workers:
I'm writing you from 38,000 feet, over a desolate portion of
Australia, en route from Sydney to Singapore. With two other
officials in this great Work, we are on a very important
round-the-world trip.
I have said for some time that the big world news from now
on will be centered on and around Jerusalem. We haven't been
getting full details of the present Middle East crisis in
Australia. And because I'm so far away it is necessary to write
this letter about a week before you will receive it ....
Events of the last few days could be leading into a chain
reaction of events that would threaten immediate world war. Such
a war could -- except for supernatural intervention by the "unseen
Hand from someplace" probably would -- blast all human life off the
earth ...
A day or two ago, the United States fleet in the
Mediterranean moved quickly to the eastern Mediterranean, ready
to fly large numbers of Marines, probably parachute troops, into
Jordan. The guerillas threaten to kill all Americans, and destroy
all American property in Jordan if the U.S. intervenes. Of course
the principal reason the U.S. forces have moved up close to
Jordan is to block the U.S.S.R. from moving in, as well as to be
poised for any emergency. Meanwhile the Israeli forces are on
instant alert as of September 23.
This is a serious world crisis. It could explode into a
world war at any moment.
Meanwhile, we must put on the pressure, and speed up the
great Work the living God is doing through us, for it is yet far
from finished. Since we cannot know how much time we have left,
we are laying long-range plans for ten years ahead -- in case we
may be allowed that much time -- but also we are planning to speed
up the Work as fast as funds allow, in case we may have no more
than fifteen months or so remaining.
Now about the present trip ....
From England we flew on to New Delhi, capital of India. A
conference had been arranged with the Prime Minister, Mrs. Indira
Gandhi (daughter of former Prime Minister Nehru). However, she
was at the time in Nairobi, in Africa, attending the Congress of
Unattached Nations. So Dr. Singh, secretary to the President of
India, V.V. Giri, arranged for me to visit the President. Even he
was away at the time, in Bangalore, in the far south of India. We
were entertained at a luncheon at Dr. Singh's official residence.
Arrangements were made for us to fly to Bangalore, en route to
Singapore. The President's personal car, with the presidential
flag flying at mast in front, met us at the Bangalore airport ....
There we had a nice visit with President Giri. I presented him
with a small gift, and a copy of the college students' yearbook,
The Envoy. He, in turn, presented me with a large photograph of
himself, in a handsome silver frame with his special presidential
monogram at the top. President Giri promised to come to Pasadena
to speak before an assembly of our students. I have devoted my
next Personal page in The Plain Truth to our visit in India. You
may read the rest of it there.
Mrs. Gandhi had expected to see us, and I was told that if
we could remain or return on the 18th, we could have a meeting
with her. However my own commitments did not allow, and so we
were invited to return in December.
At Singapore, we visited a number of top officials. The
Prime Minister was in Europe, but while he was away the second in
command was the Minister of Education. He already had a copy of
our booklet This Is Ambassador College, and I presented him with
a copy of The Envoy ....
At Singapore I was invited to be the speaker at a Rotary
Club luncheon. I was followed by a very brief speech by a
prominent local member, head of one of the colleges. I was
surprised to hear him say he was a subscriber to The Plain Truth,
praising it highly, telling the local Rotarians they should all
become subscribers. I am also writing an article for The Plain
Truth about Singapore.
We have just visited our offices in Sydney and our printing
plant there, and we also flew over to New Zealand to see our
office, and staff, there ....
While in Sydney ... we were able to host a reception in a
private room in our hotel last evening. Present were about thirty
executives of radio and TV stations, newspapers and magazines.
One local newspaper had given us a rather bad image in Australia,
and at this reception I was able to speak to all these executives
for about twenty-five minutes, completely correcting all the
misconceptions that had been given out by an uninformed hostile
newspaper. Handling things in this manner is very vital to this
great worldwide Work. Last evening's reception was of untold
value of the Work.
Just now we are flying back to Singapore. I was to have had
a conference with the President of Indonesia, but he was in
Europe when we were in Singapore. So arrangements were made to
see him tomorrow, at Djakarta, the capital of Indonesia. We
preferred to go back to the same hotel in Singapore where we were
a week ago, and just hop on over to Djakarta and back
tomorrow -- it's a short distance by our jet aircraft from
Singapore.
Today is Wednesday. Friday I have a conference set up with
the President of the Philippines, at Manila. Then Saturday night
we plan to fly across to Hong Kong, where a meeting is arranged
with the Governor General. From there on to Tokyo. I have been
informed that at Tokyo Prince Makasa, brother of Emperor
Hirohito, has invited ... me, with his wife and my daughter who are
with us, to be dinner guests of the Prince and the Princess, his
wife. I am to address a group of some 300 college and university
professors, which the Prince is arranging, while in Tokyo. Plans
are now developing for the opening of our Work to reach the
Japanese people ....
I am especially grateful that we have been provided with our
own jet aircraft, for I could not make these important
commitments otherwise. I have before my seat on the plane a
built-in bookcase with an electric typewriter that lets down. I
can write as we fly. It is my office in the skies. I arrive fresh
and alert, but on smoke-laden commercial planes I have always
been very fatigued at destination after long flights ....
It is certainly providential that I have been invited to
meet so many world leaders, and heads of state in so many nations
that are of prime importance right now, with world conditions
moving as they are. I have sought none of these meetings, yet the
invitations come. They are aware that through our media of The
Plain Truth, our broadcasts, telecasts, etc., we reach and
influence into the hundred millions of people worldwide, and it
is significant that I have been given favor in their sight.
Naturally they want to favorably impress me, for they know I am
going to write about our meetings.
Co-Workers, I think this gives you an idea of the tremendous
progress of the Work. As world conditions worsen rapidly, heading
on into the grand smash climax that will end this age and this
society, this Work is speeding up, as never before, to get the
job done, before it is too late ....
We cannot know, now, just how much more time we have. But
this we do know -- we must get back of this great Work to our
utmost, as never before! Our great reward is not far ahead, now.
And in the meantime getting the job done is all that matters!
Thank you for your prayers -- fervent, earnest prayers -- and
your interest and sacrifice.


October 28, 1970

Dear Fellow Co-Workers:
returning from Sydney, Australia to Djakarta for my conference
with President Suharto, of Indonesia. An appointment had been
set, but he was unable to see me until the following day. On that
following day I had an appointment with President Marcos of the
Philippines at his palace in Manila. I felt it incumbent on me to
keep that appointment, and so was unable to wait over in
Djakarta.
I had an important meeting with President Marcos. And while
in Manila, President Suharto tried personally to reach me by
telephone to arrange a meeting the next day. Prior commitments
did not allow time to fly back down to Djakarta. Result, I am now
scheduled to meet General Suharto the middle of December.
In Tokyo we met Dr. Binyamin Mazar, Director of our big
archaeological exploration in Jerusalem, and also Professor
Werblowsky, of Hebrew University of Jerusalem, who is professor
of Comparative Religions. They were invited with us to the dinner
hosted by Prince Mikasa (brother of Emperor Hirohito), and his
wife and daughter. Next day, at 2 p.m., we met the Prince at the
palace grounds. He took us first to the palace office building,
where a number of candid camera shots were taken. Then to the
beautiful new palace, completed since I was there two years ago.
Then at 4 p.m. I addressed a group of the very top
professors of several Japanese universities, arranged by Prince
Mikasa. The professors invited were those whose principal area of
interest is the Middle East. All were greatly interested in
archaeology. After I spoke, Dr. Mazar showed them many slides of
our archaeological project.
In my talk before them ... I mentioned the following:
About 150 years ago, leaders of science decided the human
mind was so near perfect that society could safely discard its
swaddling clothes, throw away the "crutch" of religion, and
reliance on God. Science had come to the place it could deliver
the world from all evils. Given sufficient knowledge, science
could solve all problems, they believed. So gradually moral and
spiritual values were dropped. Colleges and universities began
putting emphasis solely on the intellect, and instruction in the
professions, technologies, and sciences. World Wars I and II shot
moral and spiritual values to the cesspool.
As scientists and educators added to the world's fund of
knowledge, the world's troubles and evils increased. During the
past ten years knowledge doubled -- and likewise, troubles and
evils have doubled in the same decade! Today world-famous
scientists are frankly frightened. It is now possible to erase
all human life from this planet. Human survival is the number one
world problem. Scientists and heads of state say publicly the
only hope is a super world government, and at the same time admit
its utter impossibility ....
I told them how, if we are to place credence in the Hebrew
Bible, the entire fault in the production of knowledge took place
in the Garden of Eden, in the account of the "forbidden fruit,"
or the "tree of the knowledge of good and evil." The Creator had
set in motion an invisible but inexorable law to cause every good
result. That invisible spiritual law is the cause of all good.
Its transgression is the cause of all evils. When Adam took of
the fruit of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, he took
to himself the divine God prerogative of producing the knowledge
of what is good and what is evil. Rejecting the revealed
knowledge of God, and disobeying that Law revealed by God, man
became an adversary of God, and always has tried to decide for
himself what is right and what is wrong. All his knowledge
production has been of the way of life that transgresses that
cause of all good. Consequently his knowledge production has
brought only evils. As knowledge increases, so do the problems
and evils.
I told those scholarly professors that they are betting
their very lives on the existence of the Creator God, and His
soon supernatural intervention in world affairs, to save humanity
alive. No one sneered or jeered. Those high-ranking professors
were sobered. They know world conditions. They knew what I said
made sense -- it was the truth.
Afterward, Prince Mikasa talked to them for some fifteen or
twenty minutes, saying some very nice things about my address.
Co-Workers, this new turn of events throwing me personally
into direct contact with heads of state of many great nations is
highly significant. It is a door through which God is, I feel,
using me to get His warning message to the leaders of nations. It
is an additional signal of the fast-approaching end, and the soon
coming of the living Christ as King of kings, setting up the
government of God to rule all nations.
World conditions are worsening as never before. You know
that! This great Work of God must now leap forward as never
before! ...


Tokyo, Japan
February 27, 1971

Dear Co-Worker with Christ:
I have just returned to my hotel from a forty-five-minute
audience with His Imperial Highness the Crown Prince of Japan.
Last Tuesday and Wednesday I was in Okinawa. I had gone there at
the suggestion of Prime Minister Sato of Japan. It may well be
called one of the trouble spots of the world.
When I was here in December an anti-United States riot
occurred there on the day of my arrival. Okinawa is the principal
U.S. military base between the U.S. and the Vietnam war. Entire
island is under U.S. military government. Some 800,000 Okinawan
citizens are Japanese people. The whole government is scheduled
to revert back to Japan next year.
I interviewed the Japanese Chief Executive there, Lt.
General Lampert, who is High Commissioner and President of the
University. I also spoke at a banquet there to some thirty-five
leading citizens and their wives. I will say to you what I said
to them:
I am now completing my third round-the-world trip in six
months. Everywhere I find troubles, high tensions, frightening
evils, problems that governments cannot solve!
In Jerusalem I had a long talk with Mrs. Golda Meir, the
Prime Minister. She explained the high tensions between Israel
and the Arab nations -- they are merely in an armistice. Actually
the '67 war has not yet been settled. Jerusalem, as I have told
you before, will become the number one news issue in the world.
At New Delhi last December, Mrs. Indira Gandhi, the Prime
Minister, explained to me in a half-hour interview the
overwhelming problems of starvation and death, poverty,
illiteracy, filth and squalor. And besides, thousands of refugees
were pouring daily into India from both East and West
Pakistan -- poverty stricken and needing to be taken care of. It is
a pitiful and hopeless situation.
In Nepal I had interviews with both the King and the Crown
Prince. They told me of their insolvable problems of getting
education and other help to the isolated mountain people.
At Bangkok I had a fantastic audience with the King of
Thailand -- formerly Siam -- in which for an hour and a half he
poured out his heart to me of the problems in his country. It was
a heartrending, emotional experience, difficult to keep the tears
back. He said nobody could help him with these overwhelming
problems and burdens unless I, perhaps, personally could. He
said, with some emotion, he would welcome any ideas, suggestions,
or help I might be able to give and asked me to come again.
At Manila, in September, President Ferdinand Marcos told me
of the serious problems they have in the Philippines and what he
is doing to help. But, of course, it is only a start. Everywhere
I find on personal contacts with heads of nations, the world's
troubles, problems and evils are completely beyond the human
ability of kings, presidents, prime ministers or their
governments to solve ....
You and I are shouldered with that gigantic commission to
prepare the way for the intervention of that strong hand that
will usher in at last the happy, joyous and peaceful World
Tomorrow. You and I are having a part in changing the world and
in saving the whole world before all human life is blasted from
this earth!
Isn't that honor and responsibility worth sacrificing for?
Nothing else is important anymore.
I am doing my utmost to carry out my part. Giant doors are
being opened before me and I am walking through them. But I can
only do my part as you make sacrifice and generously do your
part. It is urgently needed in the most important work on earth!


I Visit the War Zone
Saigon, South Vietnam: March 16, 1971

At the suggestion of Ambassador to South Vietnam Ellsworth
Bunker, I decided to visit Saigon, war capital of South Vietnam.
You will ask the same question I first asked him: "Is it safe to
fly into Saigon?"
"You are more safe than you would be on the streets of
Washington, D.C.," responded the Ambassador. Actually, many
government officials in Washington, and many senators and
congressmen, have visited Saigon.
This is Tuesday afternoon, March 16. We flew over here from
Manila this morning, arriving shortly before noon. En route from
the airport to our hotel, I was surprised to see so little
evidence of the war. I was mostly impressed by the congested
traffic. Automobile congestion was heavy. But for every car there
were two to four "Hondas" -- Japan-made motor bikes.
"Before the war, everybody rode bicycles," said an American
now resident in Saigon, who met us at the airport. "Now everybody
rides motor-bikes and automobiles. They have to pay cash for
them, too. No time payments."
"They must be sold at a low price," I suggested.
"No, they cost about three times as much as they would in
the U.S., due to the heavy tax."
Since the partitioning of North and South Vietnam, the same
thing has happened here that happened in East and West Berlin,
East and West Germany, North and South Korea. Noncommunist South
Vietnam has prospered economically -- Communist North Vietnam has
not.
"How much of this new South Vietnam prosperity has come from
United States dollars?" I asked.
"About 99.98 percent," grinned my Saigon friend. It has come
from American "aid," and from G.I. spending. Traffic moves
slowly, through mid-day, and almost not at all during morning and
evening rush hours. Saigon is a city listed in our aircraft atlas
as having about 1,750,000 population. But locally they claim four
million now. But the unbelievable thousands of motorbikes and
automobiles are a spectacle to behold.
At 2:15 this afternoon we left, in company of our two
American local-resident friends, for an interview with the
Minister of Social Welfare in the Government of the Republic of
Vietnam, Dr. Tran Nguon Phieu.
I asked Dr. Phieu -- he's a medical doctor -- what was the main
social welfare problem in Vietnam, and what effect the war was
having on it.
"Refugees," he responded quickly. "More than a million have
been rendered homeless by the war. And then, orphans -- that is,
fatherless children, whose fathers have been killed in the war.
They still have mothers, but most mothers, who formerly remained
at home, are now forced to work, while the men fight -- or, widows
whose husbands have been killed. And this is destroying the
Vietnamese family structure."
"And," I added, "when a nation's family structure breaks
down, that is the beginning of the destruction of the nation."
The doctor nodded assent.
Refugees -- women leaving the home and working -- family life
breaking down -- juvenile delinquency! I have found this, it seems,
EVERYWHERE in the world recently ....
The drug problem is acute here in Vietnam, too. But although
it is illegal to sell marijuana (or hashish) here, the bigger
problem in Vietnam is opium. This is spreading among our American
G.I.s even more than among South Vietnamese soldiers. There is a
serious problem of education here, too.
There has not been, up to now, a system of compulsory
education in the elementary grades, but compulsory education will
soon begin. As it has been, many children will run away from home
to avoid school. Then it becomes a problem after two or three
drop-out years. They cannot start in again with others their own
age. And often it is impossible for them to go back and start
over.
Why is it? The most wonderful thing we can know in the
material creation is the human mind. Why are so many mentally
lazy? Why do so many resist educating their minds? Why do so many
"blow their minds" with dope or drugs -- ruining their minds beyond
reclaim? Why?
Here, as elsewhere, there is a tragic shortage of
teachers ....
And now I have to come back to my interview right here in
Saigon with Dr. Tran Nguon Phieu, Minister of Social Welfare of
the Republic of Vietnam.
"If the war should be over -- or, looking toward mid-year
1972, when President Nixon says the American troops will be
pulled out of here -- what do you envision as the social welfare
problems then?" I asked.
"They will worsen," was his grave answer ...


Jerusalem, Israel
April 12, 1971

Dear Co-Worker in the Greatest Mission on Earth:
Once again, I am in this remarkable "new" country, Israel.
From now on, Jerusalem will be the pivotal center of world news.
While here, I want to bring you up-to-date on the almost
unbelievable, exciting, and momentous things now happening in
this great Work.
Giant doors have been opening before me, one after another,
with invitations for personal conferences with heads of
state -- presidents, kings, prime ministers -- and many others in
high offices of power, in many countries around the world. The
remarkable thing is that I did not seek or initiate these
meetings -- not once! I was invited.
Do you realize how impossible it is for anyone, except those
in official capacity, to initiate and obtain a personal private
conference with a chief of state? These people occupy offices of
great power in the world. They are all surrounded by the most
effective and well-organized security systems. No one except
their own closest secretaries or ministers is ever allowed to
contact them direct, either in person or by telephone. Nobody,
except those in official office with official business, ever gets
to see them, unless personally invited by the head of state, or
unless most carefully screened, checked on, approved by
secretaries, and then, finally, approved by the chief of state.
If I, by my own initiative, had tried to arrange all these many
personal meetings and conferences, it would have been utterly
impossible! ...
Even though the time has come, in this great Commission,
when it is necessary for me to have these personal meetings,
there is absolutely no way I could have taken it into my own
hands and accomplished it. It had to come like a continuous chain
of miraculous occurrences. And it is having tremendous
significance to the finishing of the most important Commission on
earth in 1,900 years!
Of course you've been reading, in The Plain Truth, of some
of these meetings with the world's rulers. And many more such
articles and reports are coming in future issues. Then later, I
will take you into my confidence and give you the exciting facts
of the incredible circumstances, and the surprising providential
manner in which these giant doors have opened before me, one
after the other in time order.
These very important meetings have suddenly catapulted the
entire Work up onto a new and higher plateau! The Work has moved
suddenly into a totally new phase! These providential new
developments signal the warning to you and to me that we do not
have much time left to get done the most important job on earth
in 1,900 years! We have now been moved into the last and final
phase of the Work for this age!
Before I tell you more of that, however, I want to inform
you of the tremendously important happenings to the Work right
here in Israel.
I am here this time to make final arrangements for the
arrival in June of seventy-five of our Ambassador College
students. They are coming to work for the summer on our huge
archaeological project in Jerusalem. As you know, we are in joint
participation with Hebrew University of Jerusalem and the Israel
Archaeological Society in the largest, most important such
project of our time -- probably of all time.
We are not only uncovering 3,000 years of buried history. We
are clearing off the accumulated rubble, decay and debris -- some
fifty to sixty feet high -- over the very throne of David -- in the
original Jerusalem of 3,000 years ago, also known, then, as the
City of David. The biblical prophecies of Isaiah 9:7-8, of Luke
1:30-33, and of Amos 9:11, say that the Messiah -- the returning
Christ in supreme and total supernatural power and glory -- is
soon, now, to rule the entire earth -- all nations -- from that very
spot! What a providential thing it is, that we are clearing it
off -- preparing the way for His coming, in this, as well as in
other ways!
And here's another exciting and important development: I am
here also to confer with officials of the Hebrew University
Institute of Urban and Regional Studies. Ambassador College now
is in a joint-participation with this institute in a
city-planning project, designing and planning the Jerusalem of
the future! The probability is that for the remainder of this
age, the government will adopt the planning we recommend.
Still another very important development here: I am here
also to consult further with Mayor Kollek of Jerusalem. He was
our guest at Ambassador College in Pasadena only eleven days
ago ....
It's hard to realize how this Work -- in which you and I are
privileged to be Co-Workers -- has grown to such worldwide power
and scope! It is exerting tremendous impact on more than 150
million people around the world. That is about every twentieth
person on earth! ...
Until recently we had reached, in this Great Commission,
primarily the grass roots -- the masses of the common people -- the
ruled. But in this greatest mission in 1,900 years, it now has
become necessary that we get directly to those in top positions
of power -- at the top -- the rulers! The Work had, of necessity, to
begin where it did. The time now has come when those who wield
the power must also be reached! Of myself -- or with the human
ability of our entire organization -- it would, indeed have been
impossible! ...
In the June number of The Plain Truth -- and I hope we'll be
able to print and send out such a vast number of copies -- I'll
give you my report on my conference with Mrs. Golda Meir, Prime
Minister of Israel, and also of Mrs. Indira Gandhi, Prime
Minister of India. I will give you my own close-up personal
portrait evaluation of those two outstanding women -- sitting in
seats of tremendous power in a very sick, war-inflamed world! ...



Chapter 76
May 28, 1971 -- July 1971


May 28, 1971

Dear Inner Family of Co-Workers:
I am able, now, to disclose to you privately and
confidentially the almost unbelievable manner in which giant
doors have been opening before me. As you know, one after
another, the doors have opened for personal meetings with
presidents, kings, prime ministers -- and many other high
government officials, in many countries around the world.
As I wrote you a month ago, all of a sudden this great Work
has been catapulted onto a new and high plateau! It has been
moved into a totally new phase.
So many high-level personal conferences could not have
opened to one in private life, in so short a time, by mere
happenstance. I could not have planned them and brought them
about if I had tried! As I now disclose these astonishing
circumstances, I think you will see the providential guiding Hand
maneuvering them!
As I mentioned in my previous letter a month ago, the Work
of necessity had to begin by reaching the grassroots -- the masses
of the common people -- the ruled. We now are reaching more than
150 million of them. Think of it! -- that is one in every
twenty-three of all the people on earth, or one in every sixteen
persons above age fourteen.
But we have reached the point where it has now become
necessary that we reach also the rulers -- those in the very top
echelons of power in the world. Because, whether we have realized
it or not, this Work is the greatest, most effective activity on
earth for world peace!
Actually this new phase in the Work began about three years
ago.
Here is "Coincidence" #1: The wife of our office manager at
Bonn, West Germany, happened to show a copy of the 1966
Ambassador College year book -- The Envoy -- to an industrialist
friend in Brussels. He was much impressed by the book, and the
high character of Ambassador students, reflected in their
photographs and action shots. This industrialist happened to be a
personal friend of King Leopold of Belgium. He asked if he might
show The Envoy to the King. The King was quite impressed, and
said he would like to meet the founder and Chancellor of this
unique high-character educational institution.
His request was passed on to me through the manager of our
Duesseldorf office. That was the first I knew of this. Through
the Brussels industrialist a meeting was arranged.
That is how the first such meeting came about. On my first
visit, the King asked me to come again. During the past three
years a cordial and warm affection has developed. And also a
fifty-fifty collaboration in scientific expeditions between King
Leopold's Belgian Foundation and Ambassador College.
Now, "Coincidence" #2: In September, 1968, our Dean of
Faculties wanted Ambassador College to conduct an archaeological
project at a location in Israel. I was personally not interested
in such a project. But I consented to visiting Jerusalem to see
whether permission could be granted from the government
authorities.
He found Dr. Mazar at the time in charge of the most
important "dig" so far undertaken, starting from the south wall
of the Temple Mount. Three major United States universities had
sought participation in this outstanding project. All had been
rejected. But Professor Mazar offered a fifty-fifty joint
participation to Ambassador College! ... About mid-October (1968) I
did fly to Jerusalem to look over this project. The "dig" had
been begun a few months before. I met Professor Mazar and
inspected the project.
It was much more impressive than I had expected.
I began to realize the scientific and educational value to
Ambassador College. A luncheon was held in a private dining room
in the Knesset -- the government's capitol building. Present at the
luncheon were five high-ranking officials of both the university
and the government.
It was a most memorable luncheon. The favor we were given in
their eyes -- the warmth of their attitude toward us -- was
inspiring, astonishing, and most unusual. The Israeli Minister of
Tourism and Development, Mr. Moshe Kol, proposed that we build an
iron bridge that could never be broken between Ambassador College
and Hebrew University. After two and a half years that "iron
bridge" has been greatly strengthened.
I did not make final decision, however, at that time. We
agreed to meet again in Jerusalem on December 1, for final
decision. Meanwhile, Dr. Mazar, with Dr. Aviram, Dean of the
College of Humanities at the university, came to Pasadena, and
visited also the Texas campus, to look us over. They liked what
they saw. And on December 1, at the official residence of
Israel's President, Zalman Shazar, we made the joint
participation official.
I did not learn until later that we were actually clearing
away the decay, rubble and debris -- some fifty to sixty feet
high -- over the very spot where prophecy says the returning
Messiah -- Jesus Christ -- is to rule the whole world. Tremendous
things have happened in this relationship since.
So that is the manner in which this vitally important leap
forward in the Work was started. We have been given very great
favor in the eyes of both government and university chiefs in
Jerusalem!
Now, "Coincidence" #3: After our midOctober meeting in
Jerusalem in 1968, ... I caught a Pan Am round-the-world plane for
Hong Kong and Tokyo, for conferences with advertising officials
of Reader's Digest. We had begun purchasing double-page
advertising space in many editions of their magazine around the
world. Arriving Tokyo airport, we were met by our ... Chairman of
the Department of Asian studies at Ambassador ....He was
acquainted with Prince Mikasa, brother of Emperor Hirohito.
Unknown to me he had shown the 1966 Envoy to the Prince, and the
Prince had expressed a desire to meet me ....The Prince had asked
me to be his guest at luncheon the following day ....We also were
introduced at that time by the Prince to his very charming and
lovely wife.
This first meeting with Prince Mikasa has led to other
important meetings. I did not visit Tokyo again until last
September. But when Prince Mikasa learned I was coming, he, his
wife and daughter planned a dinner in my honor. Also he arranged
for a meeting with some sixty leading professors from various
Japanese universities, which he invited me to address.
The meeting with Prince Mikasa has led to a number of things
vitally important to the Work. It is paving the way for opening
the Work in Japan on a big scale. And unlike all other nations so
far, we are starting in Japan from the top down -- and reaching the
100 million Japanese people as a whole will come later, hopefully
by midyear.
It led to further contacts with the most important educators
in Japanese universities. Perhaps the highest ranking educator in
Japan is Dr. Nobumoto Ohama, former president of Useda
University. His reputation is worldwide in educational circles.
He is to speak at Ambassador College in Pasadena this coming
September.
Incidentally, these meetings are beginning to result in
bringing many world leaders to Ambassador College to speak before
our students.
Also my acquaintance with Prince Mikasa led to my
forty-five-minute private conference with Prime Minister Sato in
December. Privately and confidentially, Mr. Sato requested me to
go to Okinawa in February (the tension was too hot to go on the
December trip). And I did go. This has already been reported in
The Plain Truth.
I think it pertinent to say to you, here, that private
meetings with heads of state on this high level are something
vastly different than a handshake with a crowd of tourists -- or,
for that matter, even magazine or newspaper correspondents. A
magazine correspondent or editor may, on occasion, have a private
conference with a head of state. But he does not meet the ruling
official on an equal level.
An interesting example of this, was an incident that
occurred during a reception at the residence of the United States
Ambassador of Nepal this past February ....I had just returned
from a visit with King Mahendra at the palace. We were hosting a
dinner for important local men and their wives at the hotel that
evening, but stopped off at the reception to which we had been
invited.
The Ambassador in Kathmandu happens to be a lady, and her
husband is Ambassador Ellsworth Bunker at Saigon -- U.S. Ambassador
to South Vietnam. He and his four or five chief assistants were
in Kathmandu for the weekend.
On learning that we had just come from meetings with the
King, and with the Crown Prince the evening before -- following
meetings with President Giri of India, and Prime Minister Golda
Meir of Israel -- and on the previous trip with Prime Minister
Indira Gandhi of India -- at which time King Leopold was traveling
with us -- and that two days later we were to have a private
meeting with the King of Thailand (Siam) -- this government
official looked puzzled, and asked, "Well how in the world do you
do it? We've been trying for six months to arrange meetings with
some of these people, and yet we haven't been able." And they had
the power and prestige of the U.S. government!
I couldn't tell him how I arranged these meetings -- because I
didn't! Could you believe a Higher Power than the United States
government opened these doors?
I had been invited to visit Kathmandu, the capital of Nepal,
and visit King Mahendra, because my good friend Dr. Singh,
official Secretary to President Giri of India, had wanted me to
do so, and unrequested by me, had arranged it.
And that was "Coincidence" #4. And at that "chance" meeting
with Ambassador Bunker he urged me to see him at his embassy in
Saigon. And that was "Coincidence" #5. That has been reported in
the May Plain Truth ....
And when you realize the doors have opened before me for
eight such meetings in six months, you can believe it has been a
series of providential or miraculous circumstances!
"Coincidence" #6: I will take space to tell you of just one
more. On our December trip, King Leopold accompanied us from
Brussels to Athens, New Delhi, India, Singapore, and Djakarta. At
Djakarta, my planned visit with President Suharto had to be
postponed because the King of Thailand (Siam) was there on an
official state visit. This required President Suharto's entire
time. He had scheduled a meeting with King Leopold (who was on a
private, nonstate visit, with us), for the following Monday, and
wanted to see me then. But I had meetings scheduled in Manila and
Tokyo, and was unable to remain over that long.
But a special dinner was held on Tuesday night in Djakarta,
attended by six or eight of the chief officials under President
Suharto, and their wives. That night I was simply too exhausted
to attend -- the only such appointment on any of these trips I was
unable to attend. My elder daughter has been accompanying me,
since there have been many such occasions, and she takes her
mother's place as my hostess.
At this banquet, my daughter became acquainted with Mrs.
Sunirat Telan of Bangkok, who had accompanied the King of
Thailand on his state visit. Mrs. Telan owns the Rama Hotel in
Bangkok, besides at least two more skyscraper hotels, and some
large Thai industries. When she learned from my daughter that we
had never visited Bangkok, she insisted that we simply must see
Bangkok on our next tour, in February. She wanted to host a
dinner in my honor, and wanted me to meet the King.
And that chance meeting with my daughter is the manner in
which the one and a half-hour visit with the King of Thailand,
this past February, came about. I did not seek it -- I was
invited! ...
One thing more I will tell you, then I must not make this
letter longer.
Last November King Leopold, his wife, Princess Liliane and
daughters -- the Princesses Daphne and Esmeralda -- visited us in
California. They were dinner guests in my home. After dinner that
evening the King and Princess Liliane asked for a private talk.
We excused ourselves from the other guests and retired to a
private room.
Then in subdued, solemn and hushed tone they told me that,
after World War I had ended, the King's father, King Albert, had
visited one of the battlefields. He was appalled, and emotionally
sick at heart at the realization of the human slaughter that had
occurred there. It moved him deeply. He had one of the iron
cannonballs remaining on the field melted and cast into four
watch cases -- pocket watch size -- to encase four fine watches. It
was his intention to present these to the four men whom he felt
had made the most significant contribution toward world peace.
World War I was the war supposed to "make the world safe for
democracy" -- the war to end all wars! King Albert therefore felt
the chief generals and French Premier contributed most, and gave
one watch to Field Marshal Foch, Supreme Commander in Chief over
all allied armies. The second watch was given to General
Pershing, Commander in Chief of all United States forces. The
third went to Georges Clemenceau, Premier of France during World
War I. King Albert apparently found no one he felt qualified for
the fourth watch. It was passed on to his son, King Leopold to
give.
In solemn and subdued voice the King said he felt the fourth
watch, in a red leather case now showing age, should go to me.
Both the leather case and the watch are embellished with a gold
design with a royal crown in the center.
I feel it was the very highest honor the King could have
paid anyone. Whatever contribution to world peace I may have made
you have shared with me, and it has not been through war, but
through education, teaching millions worldwide the way to peace!
And I believe King Leopold feels, and that he saw here, that we
have set an example by the real peace that we do have on our
three campuses! He has visited both the Pasadena and English
campuses.
Co-Workers, something very great is being accomplished
through this great Work, in which you and I are both privileged
to be Co-Workers. It is a greater power working through us that
is producing peace, and happiness, and abundant well-being in
ever-increasing thousands all over the earth! And truly, this
Work is leading the way into world peace!
This greater power is opening more and more important doors
for finishing the Work for this age. I am walking through them in
faith and confidence. My life is dedicated to this Work, and
doing my part diligently. But it takes your part, too -- and the
whole Work can go only as far and as fast as you do yours.
The financial condition, the past year, has been very
serious. I feel we are slowly on the upswing once again. We have
weathered a very serious financial storm -- our rate of gain the
past two years has been slowed -- but the Work has survived, even
grown slowly, and now it needs seriously the biggest push we can
give it. Let's make every sacrifice to give it the big push! God
bless you for your part -- I am very grateful -- and I must remind
you the need is now very great.


Visit with Prime Minister Golda Meir
June 1971

Is it significant of this time, that growing girls and young
women are reflecting increasing qualities of leadership, while
young men are evidencing less and less?
Every college president, I am sure, has become painfully
aware of this modern trend. The young people born since World War
II are, indeed, a new breed.
Today three nations, one of them modern Judah, are ruled by
woman Prime Ministers. They are Mrs. Golda Meir, Prime Minister
of Israel; Mrs. Indira Gandhi, Prime Minister of India -- second
largest population in the world -- and Mrs. Sirimavo Bandaranaike,
Prime Minister of Ceylon.
In the past few months I have had personal meetings with two
of these ruling women -- Mrs. Meir and Mrs. Gandhi. Each told me of
the overwhelming problems that beset her. It seemed to me that
these problems are too stupendous to have to come crashing down
on the shoulders of a woman.
Never before has the whole world been embroiled in such
weighty, apparently unsolvable problems. It is indeed a
frightening world in which we live today. The fact that these are
women of exceptional abilities does not lessen the burden.
I have said before, and I say again, Jerusalem is destined
to be the focal point -- the nerve center -- of world news from here
on out. And on the human level, the destiny of the Israeli people
is presently in the hands of a woman.
What are the crushing problems that confront her?
What kind of woman is Mrs. Meir?
I am able to answer both questions much more intelligently
since spending forty-five minutes with the Prime Minister in her
executive office last February 7. She told me her problems, and
how she views them. And after this personal contact, seeing and
hearing her at close range, I understand much better than before
what kind of woman she is.
Of course I was previously aware generally of Israel's
problems. But I had not previously seen them through her eyes, as
she views them. Also I had observed Mrs. Meir in extended
television interviews, as have millions of others. But seeing her
in person, chatting with her, listening to her in real life, gave
me a much clearer perception of her as she really is.
In one sense Mrs. Meir is most certainly no ordinary woman.
Yet, paradoxically, that is because she is, after all, such an
ordinary woman. She is small of physical stature. From having
seen her many times on television, I had expected to see a taller
woman. But in character and ability she is of unusually great
stature.
Without apology to anyone, I have to attribute to this so
common, yet so uncommon a woman, humanly, the quality of
greatness, such as is possessed by so very few -- if any -- men in
public life today.
Emphatically, that is not flattery. I never flatter.
Why do I attribute the almost non-existent quality of
greatness to Mrs. Meir!
Because she is humble. Because she is just an ordinary,
plain, down-to-earth, unpretentious homespun woman and mother.
She puts on no airs. She makes no effort to impress anyone. No
pretenses. But to lead His people Judah, the Eternal God of
Abraham, Isaac and Jacob has bestowed on this daughter and mother
in Israel an exceptionally intelligent, capable, balanced and
understanding mind.
She has that rare quality of seeing things precisely as they
are. Her vision is in sharp focus. Her mind pierces through the
extraneous and confusing details to the central important point.
She remains unconfused by the labyrinth of branches and twigs,
and has the trunk of the tree in clear view.
One man, well experienced in worldwide political affairs,
said "the subject of world peace is a very complicated one." I
was very happy to observe, in our conversation, that it is not at
all a complicated subject to Mrs. Meir. To her, peace is a very
simple matter -- if leaders and their peoples were willing to have
it. For forty years I have been presenting the subject to the
world as a very simple one. There is a cause for every effect.
The way of life that will cause peace is what I term very simply
as the "give" way; and the world insists on living the "get" way.
I was quite impressed by the fact that when speaking of
soldiers risking their lives for her country, this woman sees
them through a mother's eyes. Yes, Mrs. Meir is common clay -- a
mother, a former Milwaukee, U.S.A. school teacher who loved and
taught children. Yet at the same time she is a capable executive
of firm purpose and uncompromising, unbending will against what
she sees is wrong. For with all her common, down-to-earth
qualities is joined the quality of firmness and determination ...
But now, what did she say? What happened in our meeting?
It has been custom for thousands of years to present a gift
when visiting a king or ruler. I presented Mrs. Meir with an
original crystal sculpture, made exclusively for her by Steuben.
She seemed very pleased with it, commenting that she did not
deserve something so beautiful. She had received other pieces of
Steuben -- one from Governor Nelson Rockefeller of New York ....
Mrs. Meir was already well informed about Ambassador
College, and our joint participation in the great archeological
project, and also in Mr. Kol's international youth movement.
I asked Mrs. Meir what Ambassador College could do to
promote peace and understanding in the Middle East.
The Prime Minister then spoke at some length in answer to my
question.
"What Israel wants," she said, "is really quite simple. It's
as simple as two plus two equals four. Yet other nations and
other peoples seem to be able to understand Einstein's theory of
relativity more easily. What Israel wants is peace, and this
seems to others to be so very complicated."
Mrs. Meir said that Israel must remain free and independent
within secure borders in order to continue to provide a haven for
all Jewish people.
"We must be free," she continued, "to provide a place for
people who have been persecuted throughout the world for so many
centuries. Only Israel has been willing to receive with open arms
so many people from so many places. In the last fifteen years
Israel has received more than 800,000 people from the poorest
areas of Africa and Asia. They were people who were ill-fed,
ill-clothed, illiterate, in poor health. Some actually came from
dwelling in caves in Libya.
"And yet," she explained, "with such human material, Israel
has been able to create useful citizens. They have now learned a
new language. They have learned to live in a modern society. They
are now well fed, reasonably well clothed, gaining education.
Their children will be even better educated, more useful to
themselves and their new homeland country, and will live fruitful
and fulfilled lives."
When these people -- destitute refugees -- arrive in Israel,
they are immediately housed and cared for. I learned a good deal
about this program on my second visit to this remarkable new
country in 1966. These poverty-stricken newcomers are given jobs.
Often they have to live in tents at first. But they are paid, and
given instruction on saving a portion of their wages. In a
reasonably short time they are able to move into a house or flat.
As I now remember it, they can buy their own flat on the
installment plan, and it is to a considerable extent subsidized
by the government. Some are taken into a kibbutz.
Mrs. Meir made a special point of another astonishing
achievement.
"An extraordinarily high infant mortality rate plagued these
immigrants before their arrival in Israel. There was a
correspondingly high death rate of mothers in childbirth. But now
one may contrast those figures with what is one of the lowest
infant mortality rates and mother childbirth death rates in the
world."
Then she told us of the Israelis' ability and willingness to
help their Arab neighbors. This small but remarkable nation now
sends its experts and its technology throughout the deepest parts
of Africa and to even more remote places in the world to help
under-developed nations.
"How easy it would be," she said earnestly, "to send the
same teams across the border into Jordan, or across the canal
into Egypt, and how much prosperity and happiness would be
brought to this entire area of the world by peace ..."
"We don't want to have to go on winning more and more
victories," she added. "We only want peace ...."
I would like to mention, at this point, that I feel King
Hussein would gladly welcome such peace, cooperation and help in
improving his people. Three times I have had appointments set up
for a personal meeting with King Hussein. Each time a war
incident prevented. Once he had unexpectedly been called away
from Amman in an emergency. Another time, war conditions made it
unsafe for me to go there.
I have read King Hussein's autobiography. He was educated in
England, and also in Cairo, as well as in Jordan. There is much
to admire in him. He yearns to help upgrade his people and
improve their status in life. Above all things, he is an Arab at
heart, and that is the principal reason he went along with
President Nasser in fighting against Israel. I personally feel
Hussein would have been glad to make peace with his Israeli
neighbors, and have entered a cooperative arrangement for the
benefit of his people. But his dedication as an Arab, and the
political pressures from Cairo and other Arab capitals,
prevented. Hussein also is under constant pressure from within
his own country ....
What a deplorable tragedy that the whole world cannot now
have the kind of peace, with prosperity and happiness that Prime
Minister Golda Meir expressed a desire for -- each nation
cooperating with its neighbor.
But the reason is summed up in the biblical statement: "The
way of peace they know not." There has, of necessity, to be a
cause for every effect. There will have to be a cause to produce
peace. That cause is a way of life.
It is the way Mrs. Meir said she would like to see in
practice with Israel's neighbor, Jordan -- the way of cooperation!
It is the way of outgoing concern for neighbor equal to
self-concern.
For the past forty years I have taught that way. Thousands
of lives have turned to it -- been changed -- and now set the living
example of peace!
Today in this great Work of which you and I are a part, we
proclaim that way to 150 million people -- one in every
twenty-three people on earth. Today on three college campuses we
practice that way, and we are setting the living example of
peace -- three campuses where there is radiating happiness, beauty,
harmony, and no protest, riots or violence.
Many are beginning to recognize that this is the most
effective contribution toward world peace in active operation on
earth today.


Mrs. Gandhi Tells Me of Her Frightening Responsibilities
July 1971

One of the most horrifying calamities ever to visit masses
of humans -- as one of numerous problems to solve -- has just fallen
on the shoulders of a woman.
The whole world was shocked as news headlines told of the
mounting mass deaths caused by the cholera epidemic hitting
victims from East Pakistan fleeing into India.
Last December in my personal meeting with the Prime Minister
of India, Mrs. Indira Gandhi told me of the crushing burden of
the problems that are her responsibility. One of her most serious
problems was that of the Pakistan refugees, then at the rate of
about 1,500 per day, streaming across the border into
India -- destitute, helpless, for her overburdened government to
feed, clothe and house.
Then, since my visit with her, the Pakistani problem erupted
as if "all hell had broken loose." East Pakistan exploded into
civil war. The refugee problem was increased to an overwhelming
extent. Then, late May, the cholera epidemic started, spreading
to a gigantic calamity in early June. On top of this, the monsoon
rains broke over eastern India June 5. By that time Indian
estimates were that the spread of cholera had already killed
5,000 refugees in India who had fled from East Pakistan.
Mrs. Gandhi had flown promptly to Calcutta to obtain
first-hand information on the raging epidemic. She had appealed
to other nations for help. Medical aid was being air-lifted to
Calcutta and Eastern India from Britain, the United States and
other countries. On June 5th three Indian States, Meghalaya,
Tripura, and Assam, sealed their borders against further
refugees. Inside East Pakistan, with no medical aid, conditions
were reported worse. Huge refugee camps were quickly organized to
prevent spreading the cholera epidemic into Calcutta and other
cities and towns.
I happen to be writing this month's personal in Israel,
where seventy-eight Ambassador College students have just arrived
to spend the summer working on our huge archaeological project
west and south of the Temple Mount in Jerusalem. And this is as
far east as I will go at this time. I have no desire to
investigate personally the cholera area. Last night the
International Cultural Center for Youth staged a special program
to welcome the Ambassador students. Ambassador is a joint
participant in this cultural center for youth as well as in the
archaeological project. The center was founded by Minister of
Tourism Moshe Kol and Eleanor Roosevelt. Tomorrow night is a
special dinner in my honor being given at the King David Hotel in
Jerusalem ....
Last December, when I had the meeting with Mrs. Gandhi,
rumors were rife about Mrs. Gandhi's "supposed" turn toward the
left, and her "supposed" autocratic tendencies. I had been told I
would find her cold, haughty and overbearing. The prediction was
made of an impending clash between her and leaders of the
conservative opposition.
Quite the contrary .... We found Mrs. Gandhi very warm and
cordial, with a charming personality and welcoming smile.
And within a very few days after our visit she, in fact,
dissolved parliament and announced that elections would be held
forthwith. When we were passing through New Delhi again in
February, she was away from the capital, campaigning shortly
prior to the election, which she won with a landslide victory.
Her power has been consolidated to a degree totally unexpected
from her opposition.
When she received us in her office at the Parliament in New
Delhi, I presented her with a piece of Steuben crystal. Before I
could open the distinctive Steuben red leather gift box, her face
lit up with a happy smile, and she exclaimed: "Ah, a piece of
beautiful Steuben." She said she had always admired Steuben
crystal. Her father, the late Prime Minister Nehru, had received
several gifts of this type of art. It is often given to heads of
state ....
I then explained to the Prime Minister of the second most
populous nation on earth that Ambassador College would like to
send its television crew to do a television documentary on India.
Mrs. Gandhi responded that she would welcome an Ambassador
College television production on India. I had promised her that
it would present India's problems fairly and honestly and in an
educational manner.
Mrs. Gandhi then expressed great interest in the Ambassador
College agricultural research program at our Texas and English
campuses. In answer to questions I explained at some length these
activities and the gratifying results being achieved.
I then asked the Prime Minister to tell us about India's
problems and also her problems as Chief of State -- and of progress
being made. She then spoke, uninterrupted (except by notes being
handed to her by a secretary of the arrival of cabinet members
for appointments with her). But she rejected interruption and
spoke for the next twenty minutes in answer to my question.
She explained first that India does have immense problems of
every description. There are no problems confronting mankind that
cannot be readily found without effort in India. But she was
deeply concerned that journalists, television producers and
commentators, and other writers and observers, fail to note
carefully the way India is attempting to cope with, and improve,
each of the problems. Also, they too often fail to report the
progress that India has made during her brief history as an
independent nation since 1947.
Mrs. Gandhi explained that most of India's problems stem
from immense population, its enormous birthrate and its
agricultural resources -- or its lack of the same. For the sake of
comparison, she noted India gives birth each year to a population
equal to the entire population of Australia. India is making
every effort to lower the birthrate, but education and time will
be needed.
There have been agricultural reforms. Much progress in
agricultural production has taken place but there have been
significant setbacks because of the natural elements. As
irrigation becomes more widespread, many of the agricultural
needs will be alleviated. In the meantime, India is grateful for
the aid received from the U.S. and elsewhere.
The Prime Minister was very much interested in Ambassador
College's worldwide educational extension program, and she noted
that the educational needs of India should be significantly
helped by such a program. But that, again, much time would be
needed to correct India's educational system. Efforts had been
made to make education compulsory, but the means of enforcing the
compulsory education were not readily at hand ....
I mentioned, or possibly she noted independently, our
association with Hebrew University in Jerusalem, and a brief
discussion ensued about the kibbutz system. She seemed to suggest
some interest in the adaptability of such cooperative efforts in
India.
Mrs. Gandhi said that India has been confronted with an
ever-increasing problem of refugees from East Pakistan. These
refugees were then coming into India at the rate of some 1,500
persons per day. Most of them find their way to Calcutta and make
conditions there, already bad, increasingly worse. She called our
attention to the increasing political and civil strife in East
Pakistan and also Calcutta as a result of this refugee problem.
Democracy, Mrs. Gandhi insisted, will prevail in India
despite the rumors to the contrary. She said that she believed
very strongly in democratic institutions herself and was
confident that they had been successfully adopted by her people.
I then alluded to the Palestinian refugee problem in the
Middle East. I advised Mrs. Gandhi of Ambassador College's
efforts to promote world peace and understanding everywhere and
explained how Ambassador College had given assistance to the
Jordanian Government refugee problem through the purchase of
radio time. Also I advised the Prime Minister of our support of
the International Cultural Center for Youth in Jerusalem where
young Arabs and young Israelis are brought together and taught to
respect the customs and traditions and individual differences of
the other.
I then explained that I had recently visited with Deputy
Prime Minister Allon in Israel and that Mr. Allon had sent his
very warmest regards to Mrs. Gandhi and expressed great
admiration for her and her father, Mr. Nehru. Deputy Prime
Minister Allon had asked me to convey to the Indian Prime
Minister that he was deeply concerned that India did not have
diplomatic relations with Israel and was, therefore, unable to
learn firsthand about Middle East problems as viewed from
Israel's vantage point. Mrs. Gandhi shrugged and explained why
the government of India was unable to establish diplomatic
relations with Israel. She expressed admiration for Israel as
well as sympathy for Israel's difficulties, but she said her
problems were very much complicated in relation to Israel because
of Pakistan, which is a Muslim state.
Mrs. Gandhi said that she had heard very nice things about
Ambassador College and myself from President Giri and from her
minister of information. She said that she would look forward
with great interest to our articles about India, and to a World
Tomorrow television production dealing with India's problems
today. She then extended a warm invitation for us to return.



Chapter 77
March 26, 1972 -- June 1973


March 26, 1972

Dear Inner Family of Co-Workers:
I am writing while our plane is being refueled at Teheran,
Iran (which is Persia). We are en route from Colombo, Ceylon, to
Israel. Now our engines are starting up. I will have to fold my
typewriter back up into its place until we are airborne.
In Ceylon I had a ... meeting with the Prime Minister, in the
living room of her official residence, Friday afternoon. Last
night (Saturday night) my daughter and I ... were guests at dinner
at "Queen's House," residence of the Governor General. It is
really a palace -- quite huge for a private residence. It was built
over 400 years ago by the Dutch, when they were in control of
Ceylon, before it came into British hands. Ceylon is now
independent, but a member of the British Commonwealth. The
Governor General is appointed by Queen Elizabeth of England.
We had been invited to Ceylon by the Prime Minister, Mrs.
Sirimavo Bandaranaike, through the Ceylon High Commissioner (same
level as Ambassador) to India, at New Delhi. The High
Commissioner accompanied us on our plane to Colombo. I will give
you a report of the meeting with the Prime Minister in the
Personal article in the May Plain Truth. I just thought in this
more personal and confidential letter to our inner family of
Co-Workers you might enjoy some of the more personal highlights.
At the dinner at "Queen's House" last night besides our
party, were the Governor General and his wife, his Chief Aide and
wife, and the High Commissioner of Ceylon from New Delhi.
This morning, we brought the High Commissioner with us as
far as Bombay, where he caught a commercial flight back to New
Delhi. We have had to make the one fuel stop between Bombay and
Israel, at Teheran. While we were on the ground at Bombay, one of
our Indian Co-Workers who is a mechanic with Indian Airlines,
recognized our plane, and came aboard for a few minutes' visit. I
have met him two or three times before. His daughter graduated
from Ambassador College, English campus, and until her marriage
was also a faculty member.
Earlier, at New Delhi, I had another visit with President
V.V. Giri, and also a meeting with our U.S. Ambassador Keating.
He is the former Senator from New York. I am sorry that there
have recently been more or less strained relations between the
Governments of India and the United States. For that reason
protocol made it inadvisable for me to see Mrs. Gandhi, the
Indian Prime Minister, when I had had a talk with our American
Ambassador on the same visit.
However, at New Delhi we were entertained twice at the home
of the Executive Secretary to the President, Dr. Singh -- and there
we met two or three maharajahs, and the Ambassadors from Chile,
Argentina, and Sudan, and we received invitations to visit their
countries in South America and Africa ....
On this present trip, we left Pasadena Monday, March 6, flew
out to Honolulu, stopped overnight, then Tuesday morning flew
(one stop for fuel at Wake Island) to Tokyo. We did not
disembark, but Dr. and Mrs. Ohama came aboard our aircraft and
flew with us to Seoul, Korea. Dr. Ohama is the leading educator
of Japan, and perhaps the leading nonofficial adviser to the
Government. He has visited both our Pasadena and Texas campuses,
and addressed the student bodies.
I had never been to Korea before. Dr. Ohama and I had
expected to have a meeting with the President of Korea, but, as
frequently happens with heads of state, emergency matters came up
that prevented. However, I did have a very fine meeting with the
Minister of Education and his two chief aides ....
We flew back to Tokyo on Friday. Had dinner Saturday night
with the new Ambassador, from Israel, and his wife. Had tea with
them at their Embassy Sunday afternoon. Had tea with the
Emperor's brother, Prince Mikasa, on Monday afternoon at his
palace. On Monday night we were guests of two of the most
influential Members of the Diet (the Japanese governing
body -- Congress-Parliament), both of whom had accompanied Prime
Minister Sato on his trip to San Clemente (the Western White
House in California) for the meeting with President Nixon ....
The big day was Wednesday. About eleven in the morning, we
were driven to the House of Representatives office building,
where Mr. Bunsei Sato (no relation to the Prime Minister, but a
leader in the Diet), together with Mr. Keiwas Okuda, the other
Diet Member who had visited our Texas campus, joined us and took
us to the Japanese national capitol building.
There, Minister of Commerce and Industry Tanaka, considered
to be the probable next Prime Minister, excused himself for about
fifteen minutes from a very important conference, to meet me. He
invited me to have a longer meeting with him on my next visit to
Tokyo. I also met the Minister of Pollution (the official title
uses a different word), the Secretary of the leading political
party, and another top ranking Diet Member -- a Mr. Ishii, a
graduate of Stanford University, besides one or two other Diet
Members. We had lunch in the Diet building restaurant.
Then, a fourth Diet Member, Mr. Shionoya, whose son is in
his second year at Ambassador College, Pasadena, joined us. And
these four leading men of the Japanese Government accompanied us
to the Prime Minister's official residence for my meeting with
him.
Prime Minister Sato reminded me at the outset, that this was
a very historic occasion. When I first had a meeting with him, in
December, 1970, the newspaper headlines were blaring forth the
news of the great riot against American forces on Okinawa. The
Prime Minister had asked me to visit Okinawa, on my February,
1971, trip -- which I did, and wrote an article on my survey there
in The Plain Truth. The Prime Minister thanked me for the help I
had given, and reminded me that immediately following our
meeting, which was in his private office, he was to step into an
adjoining conference room where the U.S. Ambassador and staff
were to exchange the ratification instruments with the Japanese
Foreign Minister and staff, legally affirming the reversion of
Okinawa back to Japan. This was the big moment in Prime Minister
Sato's administration. We visited with him for some forty
minutes, leaving at ten minutes to 3. As we left, the United
States delegation were driving up. Their meeting was scheduled
for three o'clock. It was the big news on front pages next
morning ....


Meeting with President Suharto of Indonesia
November 1972

At last, the long-awaited, twice-postponed meeting with
President Suharto took place, yesterday morning, in Djakarta.
We flew on here today, en route to Jerusalem, where eighty
of our Ambassador College students have been working this summer
on the giant archaeological project adjoining the Temple Mount.
Then a stopover at our campus in England, a luncheon visit with
King Leopold, and then back to Pasadena.
At this point we are approximately halfway around the world
on the present trip. We really had a most interesting and
profitable meeting with General Suharto ....I wanted to know what
President Suharto's plans were for keeping the Communist forces
out of Indonesia. Any Communist takeover there would imperil the
entire free world. That is a major reason why President Suharto
is of vital concern to the United States, Canada, Britain and
Western Europe.
The first time I had a meeting set up with the General he
had been called to Europe. The second time a meeting was planned,
the King of Thailand was in Djakarta on a state visit, and of
course that required the full time of the President. He had been
desirous of seeing me all along, and this was made doubly evident
by the warmth of the reception at this meeting yesterday morning.
If you could be with me in meetings with heads of
governments in different parts of the world, you would have an
altogether new concept of the insurmountable problems facing this
whole, very sick world today. These heads of governments tell me
of problems beyond their human power to solve ...
Before I tell you of the things President Suharto and I
discussed, I think you might be interested in a brief description
of our arrival at the Presidential office building in Djakarta.
Yesterday morning, at 8:45, we arrived at the Presidential
office building in Djakarta. Immediately it was evident that the
President was expecting us. At the entrance of the building we
walked into a battery of official and press photographers, and a
number of Presidential staff members. The Chief of Protocol
stepped forward to greet us. The signing of the official guest
book was carefully documented by a staccato of flashbulbs.
First we walked into a reception room and talked briefly
with the Chief of Protocol and the Presidential interpreter,
while awaiting General Suharto's arrival.
Remember that President Suharto is the leader of the fifth
largest nation in population [1972 figure] -- with a population in
Indonesia of approximately 125 million. Indonesia is one of the
richest countries in the world in natural resources, but, as yet,
one of the least developed. Incidentally, you might understand
better where and what Indonesia is when I tell you we used to
call it the East Indies. It composes many islands, the largest of
which are Java, Borneo, Sumatra, and the western part of New
Guinea. If you have an atlas, I suggest you look at the maps to
locate this important nation of Indonesia. Djakarta is a short
distance south of the equator, and not too far northwest of
Australia. It is in the far Southeast Asian district, south of
Burma, Thailand, Malaysia and Singapore. I know how most people
are unfamiliar with geography and the location of continents and
nations on this earth on which we live.
Shortly, we were ushered into the President's rather large
and well-appointed office. The smiling President met us at the
doorway with a very warm greeting.
I thanked him for giving official approval for our
forthcoming scientific expedition into the Irian, that is, the
western portion of New Guinea, and for the cooperation given by
the Indonesian government to King Leopold of Belgium, when he was
there planning the expedition. I've mentioned previously the
joint participation of Ambassador College with the Belgian
Foundation, headed by King Leopold, for the exploration of land
inhabited by Aboriginal peoples, the study of these peoples, and
other activities in the field of anthropology.
We then moved over to a seating area, where I was seated
next to the President. I then presented him, as is customary in
visiting a head of state, with a small gift -- a fine piece of
American Steuben crystal. This presentation brought on a flurry
of activity by the official photographers -- as there had been when
I first shook hands with the President ....
President Suharto explained his country's policy of National
Resilience. This is a program of united mobilized people's
efforts to improve the country's economic, social and military
position, in order to withstand successfully the continuous
effort by subversive forces, supported, if not directed, in large
part from outside the country.
Indonesia is largely one of the undeveloped and very poor
countries. Mr. Suharto emphasized the efforts being made to
relieve the conditions of poverty and misery and discontent -- and
the continuing effort by the government to show the people the
proof -- the evidence -- of the benefits of the national policies. He
urged that other nations in Southeast Asia adopt the same policy
of National Resilience to insure their social, economic and
military growth in the face of subversive elements, and to
improve the standard of living of their peoples, and promote
peace everywhere.
As this man, responsible for the welfare and the future of
some 125 million people, continued to tell me his problems, and
his efforts for peace and for the betterment of the vast number
of his people, I had to think, in my own mind, of the magnitude
of these problems -- and the complexity of the thousands of factors
with which he is trying to cope.
General Suharto is having to work to try to improve, or
change, the conditions of poverty, illiteracy, and misery of the
vast majority of 125 million people within the framework of this
world's pattern and ways of society -- its ways, traditions and
customs of living -- the ways and traditional methods of dealing
with other nations ....
President Suharto faces the evils of poverty, illiteracy,
degeneracy of mind and body, people living, or rather eking out
an existence, in misery and the lowest of living standards.
President Suharto didn't cause these evils. They were there
before he was born. He inherited them. So he set in order this
policy of National Resilience in an effort to improve the
country's economic, social and military position ....


June 1973

On this present trip around the world, now almost ended, I
have been discussing important domestic and world problems once
again with a number of heads of state. But just what is the
connection between the conditions and problems of the governments
around the world and the gospel of Jesus Christ?
The connection is very vital! If people knew just what the
gospel of Jesus Christ is, they would understand that very
important and urgent connection ....
It has to do with the evils confronting the world's peoples,
which the governments in the world have tried to cope with, but
have been unable. It has to do with the way people live -- with the
cause of all the world's evils -- and it has to do with the
solution that will be made -- and the government that will bring
peace and universal, right education and prosperity and abundant,
joyful well-being to the peoples of the world! It has to do with
the problems faced by heads of state today and how those problems
are going to be solved!
Therefore, as the minister of the living Christ, and of his
gospel, it is very much a vital part of my commission to discuss
these very problems and conditions with those closest to them,
the heads of governments. My commission is not a local one, but a
worldwide ministry.
This present trip, almost ended, has been of very special
significance and concern in this regard. Also, it has sparkled
with interest! There were some personal and human-interest
incidents as well as the more serious and vital.
First, we stopped off in New York to break the time-lag of
eight hours between California and England. I took a short flight
to Washington, D.C., where I spoke to a combined Worldwide Church
of God assembly of between 2,000 and 3,000 people. Then I went on
to the campus of our Ambassador College in England on March 4.
March 5 and 6 I was busy writing and doing a Sunday radio
broadcast in our recording studio on campus. Tuesday night, March
6, I attended our college's annual spring concert at the Watford
Town Hall. These concerts are given annually by our college, as a
contribution to community cultural interest. This year, the
concert was provided by the London Symphony Orchestra, with guest
conductor Van Remortel and the world-renowned Huddersfield Choral
Society, combining with our own Ambassador Chorale.
We left Luton Airport (where we garage our plane when in
England) early Wednesday morning March 7. We flew all the way to
New Delhi, India that day.
For more than three years we had been planning a series of
scientific expeditions, a joint participation between Ambassador
College and the King Leopold III Foundation in Belgium. This
morning, at last, was the "kickoff" of the expedition. It was to
be made in the wilds of New Guinea. We first landed at Brussel's
airport where King Leopold and Monsieur André Capart, Director of
the Royal Museum of Natural Science in Brussels, also a member of
the foundation, boarded our plane. Mr. Capart is one of five
scientists participating in this present expedition. The others
were to meet them in New Guinea, traveling by commercial
airlines.
At New Delhi airport that night, we were met at the plane by
the Chief of Protocol of India and the Belgian Ambassador and
members of his staff. Because of King Leopold's presence, we were
put through immigration and customs with diplomatic speed, and
cars were waiting to whisk us to our hotel.
One of the most helpful people in our worldwide work has
been Dr. Negendra Singh of New Delhi. He is a recent appointee as
judge of the World Court at The Hague -- a position of great
worldwide power and importance, due to the fact that the nations
have feared to defy a decision made by this World Court. The
court's sole power is its moral power -- but that has proved very
great. Prior to his high appointment, Dr. Singh was Executive
Secretary to President V.V. Giri of India. He has been a guest
speaker before Ambassador College students and faculty at all
three campuses.
On Thursday night, March 8, Dr. and Mrs. Singh were our
dinner guests at our hotel. On Friday, March 9, was a luncheon in
my honor at Dr. Singh's residence. Two distinguished guests
present were His Excellency Abdul Hakim Tabibi, the Ambassador
from Afghanistan, and the Ambassador from Ethiopia, Getachew
Mekasha. Mr. Tabibi was educated in the United States at
Georgetown University and George Washington University, and was
formerly Ambassador to the United Nations. He invited us to visit
his country and his king, Muhammed Zahir Shah, who has ruled
forty years. At his invitation, a meeting with the king of
Afghanistan was set for a later date.
The Ethiopian Ambassador extended an invitation from Emperor
Haile Selassie, one of the best-known rulers in the world, for a
personal meeting in Addis Ababa in the near future. Emperor Haile
Selassie, known as "the Lion of the Tribe of Judah," has been
regarded as a descendant of King Solomon of Judah, through the
Queen of Sheba.
He was crowned the 225th ruler in 1930. It was in 1935 that
Mussolini's Italian forces overran Ethiopia, in fulfillment of
the prophecy in the latter part of Daniel 11:40. The Italians
ruled Ethiopia until 1941. Emperor Haile Selassie's appeals to
the League of Nations made world news. They were often cited as
the warnings unheeded that led to World War II. Ethiopia is rich
in biblical history, and I am looking forward with great interest
to this meeting with Emperor Haile Selassie.
Also present at this luncheon were several other
distinguished guests, including V.B. Giri, eldest son of
President V.V. Giri, whom I had met previously.
I have had a personal meeting with President Giri each time
I have visited India, once at the governor's mansion in
Bangalore, once at the governor's mansion in Madras and all other
times at his palace in New Delhi. This visit was no exception ....
I, with Dr. Singh, paid another visit to the President at the
impressive palace. The President's face lit up, and he stretched
forth his hand in a very warm greeting. I had not presented a
gift since our first meeting, some two and a half years ago (it
is not custom on subsequent visits), but this time I presented
him with a beautiful, sparkling piece of Steuben crystal for his
desk. We posed together for official photographs. Then we
discussed the cooler relations between the United States and
Indian governments and his official state visit to Malaysia. In
fact, he had just returned the night before and had made special
arrangements for our visit without prior notification.
When I visit President Giri, he talks about the serious and
tragic need for one hundred fifty million jobs -- and of the
poverty and other serious problems in the second most populous
nation in the world. All nations have problems and troubles.
India is no exception. Millions walk around aimlessly, with
nothing to do -- no jobs. Such problems weigh heavily on officials
at the head of national governments.
I am learning more and more about these problems and man's
efforts to solve them, in such meetings. And, I am having an
opportunity to get more and more of this good news over to those
struggling with this present world's problems, through its
governments.
I have, in my lifetime, met hundreds of the great and the
near great -- multimillionaire heads of great industrial
corporations, heads of great educational institutions, heads of
great banks and governments, and no matter how lofty the position
or status, if one is allowed to look deeply into their personal
lives, he discovers that they have their personal troubles,
disappointments, unhappiness -- because they don't know the way!
Christ's gospel reveals the WAY -- both for the individual and for
the nation. But the gospel has not been gotten across to the
comprehension of the world! ...
But my commission is merely to proclaim or teach it -- not to
force any to accept it. God's own Kingdom and solution to world
problems and individual, personal problems is going to come, on
schedule -- and your believing it or not believing it will neither
prevent it nor hasten it ....
But back to the trip ....
At Dr. Singh's residence I met the younger son of Prime
Minister Indira Gandhi. This young man was trained as an engineer
in India and trained on the job in the Rolls-Royce factory in
England. He is presently embarking on a private enterprise to
produce an all-India automobile of the Volkswagen type. His name
is Sanjay Gandhi. He extended an invitation to our party to dine
at the Prime Minister's home on our trip in May.
Dr. Singh also invited us to visit the World Court at The
Hague on our May trip.
At 10 a.m. March 11, we were again airborne for Jakarta, on
the island of Java, in Indonesia. It was a six-hour forty-minute
flight nonstop -- lasting virtually all day.
That morning I had come down with the flu and a severe head
cold. It was the start of a three-day fast for me. On the plane,
I occasionally sipped lemon juice and honey -- but took no food.
The next day at Jakarta, I ran a temperature of over 102. At
Jakarta I remained confined to my room. Jakarta is just south of
the equator, and it's steamy hot there. The air-conditioning in
my room at the hotel was one of these window contraptions, and it
was almost a choice of sweltering or being in an ice-cold draft.
At the Jakarta airport, we were met at our plane by the
official Indonesian protocol people, the Belgian ambassador Mr.
Georges Elliott, the Belgian economic advisor, and Dr. Sarwono,
head of the Indonesian Educational and Scientific Institute,
which had helped make many of the arrangements for King Leopold's
expedition in New Guinea.
March 12: Due to my flu attack, several appointments were
canceled for me. But my assistant Mr. Stanley Rader called upon
our friend Mr. Adam Malik, the Indonesian Foreign
Minister -- second man in the government, next to President
Suharto, and until this year, President of the General Assembly
of the United Nations at New York. President Suharto was
addressing and being re-elected by the National Assembly that
day. But he sent greetings and his personal best wishes for the
success of the expedition and an invitation to visit him on our
next return to Indonesia.
That evening, a banquet was held for King Leopold ....
March 13: We flew to Biak, in West Irian (New Guinea). It
was a five-hour flight, at nearly 600 miles per hour. We must
have flown over hundreds of islands, all part of Indonesia, many
of the islands as yet uncharted.
At Biak, we were met by a contingent of military personnel,
including the general who is administrator for the area. Some of
the other military officers had been detailed there to escort and
protect King Leopold and the scientists on the expedition. They
were going into some of the wildest jungle on earth, among
totally uncivilized natives -- perhaps headhunters -- who may not
have seen civilized people before.
We spent about an hour at Biak, had photographs taken and
bid good-bye to the King. [The king's party was] to spend the
night there, then rendezvous the following day at a place called
Djajapura (formerly Hollandia) with the other scientists who had
flown there by commercial airlines. From there, the expedition
was to get under way.
We again boarded our plane for an approximately five-hour
flight to Hong Kong. I was still running a fever, and it had been
a rather trying day for me. It seemed very nice to be in a
properly air-conditioned hotel room with an even temperature and
no drafts. I said that I was going to remain right there until I
recovered from the flu.
March 14 and 15: Resting and recuperating in Hong Kong.
March 16: We boarded our plane at 8 a.m., arriving in
Bangkok, Thailand (formerly Siam) about 9:30. We were met at the
airport by Madam Sunirat Telan, owner of hotels and other
enterprises, and also a close friend of the King and Queen and
Princess Dusdi Sukhuma. These two ladies have accompanied us in
all visits with King Bhumibol Adulyadej. On this morning, we had
a meeting with the King at 11 a.m. We were driven to the palace.
Having some extra time, we were driven around the city so that we
arrived at the palace just before 11.
We were greeted by the admiral who is the King's number one
aide. We were first escorted, as usual, into a reception room.
Then shortly after, we were shown into the room where the King
was waiting for us.
On entering, we were met, as usual, by a barrage of
brilliant lights, TV cameras and still photographers. The King
greeted us warmly. He expressed great appreciation for our
interest and cooperation in the education of the hill-tribe
people. He was most happy to report that very pleasing results
are being achieved in the area of Ambassador College's
participation in the King's program (as part of the Ambassador
College Extension Program of Education for all peoples at all
levels, getting the missing dimension in education to people
worldwide). Not only are the people being taught the true values
and purpose of life, but they are also being shown how to do new
things with their hands.
They are now replacing the former poppy crops (for making
opium) with vegetables, now being canned for the market in newly
established canneries. And the people are much happier and better
off economically. The Ambassador College motto is "Recapture True
Values," and some of these mountain tribes are beginning to do
just that.
After the meeting with the King, we were driven directly to
the personal residence of Prime Minister Kittikachorn for my
second meeting with him within six weeks. He arrived ten minutes
late, apologizing unnecessarily, but greeting us warmly and
enthusiastically.
He had been detained in an important meeting with his
highest officials, dealing on that day with a Communist intrusion
at the northeastern border of Thailand (North Vietnam is only a
short distance from that point). The Prime Minister was still
dressed in his military uniform. On our previous meeting with
him, he was dressed in civilian clothes. The Prime Minister's
son-in-law, whom we met on the previous visit, was there, talking
with us until Mr. Kittikachorn's arrival .... The Prime Minister's
son-in-law has a Ph.D. in Education and was trained at Boston
University in the United States.
Again the Prime Minister and I discussed the Vietnam
cease-fire situation and the future prospects of the new bastion
in Thailand against the communist threat in Southeast Asia. Once
again he stressed the threat of communism and said he fully
expects increased communist efforts against Thailand when the
cease-fire becomes more effective in Laos and Vietnam. But he
said his people are prepared and vigilant, as well as experienced
in dealing with the communist menace.
Prime Minister Kittikachorn then presented me with two
beautiful full-color portraits, one of himself alone and the
other of himself and his wife. They had just celebrated their
forty-second wedding anniversary. I congratulated him, mentioning
that my wife had died just 3½ months before our fiftieth or
golden anniversary. I had presented him with a beautiful piece of
Steuben crystal, which he seemed to like very much.
We returned to the airport, taking with us as guest, as
previously planned, Princess Sukhuma, who accompanied us to
Pasadena. We returned that same afternoon to Hong Kong. My
temperature was gone and the flu had nearly disappeared, but we
remained in Hong Kong for the weekend, because our next scheduled
meeting was for Monday night in Tokyo.
Monday, March 19: We flew into Tokyo to attend a banquet
with Prince Mikasa, brother of Emperor Hirohito, Ambassador Ron
of Israel, Dr. Ohata, archaeologist from the university, and six
other young Japanese archaeologists and Middle East scholars.
They are to participate in the archaeological project at Tel
Zeror -- an ancient biblical site between the modern cities of Tel
Aviv and Haifa. The project is cosponsored by the Japanese
government and Ambassador College. Perhaps some of our Ambassador
students may be working on this project this summer, as well as
on the large archaeological project at the base of the Temple
Mount, digging down to the palace, location of the throne of
David, in the ancient city of David. This project is sponsored
jointly by Hebrew University, the Israel Archaeological Society
and Ambassador College.
Tuesday, March 20: We had dinner with the Ambassador from
Thailand and his wife, invited by Princess Sukhuma, who was
accompanying us, and, of course, who had attended the banquet
with us on Monday night. The Thai Ambassador had formerly been
stationed at the United Nations in New York and also had been
stationed in Bonn, West Germany. One of the children of the
Ambassador and his wife had been born in the United States and
was educated in a girls' school in Virginia.
March 21: At the suggestion of former Prime Minister Eisaku
Sato, we had been invited to make a second visit to Okinawa,
where I was guest of honor at a small and intimate banquet
sponsored by the governor of Okinawa and the President of the
university there.
We were met at the airport by Mr. Matsumura, Director of
General Affairs of the University of the Ryukyus, and Mr.
Ichimura, President of the university's alumni association and
Rector of the university's law institute ....
At five that evening, I was visited in my hotel suite by the
parents of a girl student at our Pasadena campus, a transfer from
the university at Okinawa, on our new exchange program with that
university, and also by the father and one of the brothers of a
young male student at Pasadena, also a transfer from the Okinawan
university.
At six, President Takara of the university came to my suite
for an informal chat and renewal of acquaintance prior to the
banquet.
At 6:30 p.m., we entered the private banquet room in our
hotel, the newly opened Okinawa Hilton. Present were Governor and
Mrs. Yara, university President Takara and wife, Mr. and Mrs.
Matsumura, Mr. and Mrs. Ichimura, a Mr. Sho, grandson of the last
king of the Ryukyus, now a businessman and member of the Board of
Trustees of the university. These Japanese women appeared in
their bright and beautiful Japanese kimonos ....
Both the university president and the governor spoke at some
length .... The governor's speech, especially, was full of
feeling, sincerity and emotion. He wanted me to convey to former
Prime Minister Sato his deep appreciation for his tireless
efforts in bringing about the reversion of Okinawa (from the
United States) to Japan.
A portion of his deeply felt speech was this: "Please convey
to Prime Minister Sato that nothing is lost in Okinawa. We have
many problems facing us. But we hope to create a new Okinawa.
Please convey this additional message: We believe and desire,
because of the friendship of America and mainland Japan, for a
better Okinawa -- a better tomorrow. The new Okinawa is like a
woman expecting a child -- it will be painful, but a priceless and
precious new life will be born. It will take a long period of
patience to create this new Okinawa. The reversion is
precious -- not because of yesterday -- not because of today, but
because of tomorrow!"
The Governor said he was expressing his personal opinions
and feelings. He had wanted, originally, to be a teacher, so at
this important meeting, he was speaking as an educator among
educators. He also said that before the reversion, the big goal
was to achieve the reversion.
But now that that was accomplished, he had discovered his
problems were far greater than they were before. He was then
chief executive of the Japanese people under American government
and authority. Now that he is Governor, and in authority, he
finds that the problems confronting him and his administration
are greater than when under the authority of the United States.
Problems previously submerged now confront him.
The university President expressed his appreciation over the
exchange program of the university with Ambassador College.
I spoke on the problems confronting both Japan and the
United States, and the causes of the trade and monetary
imbalance, asking for understanding and patience, and asking them
to look forward to the world of peace we are proclaiming
worldwide. But this was neither the time nor place for a sermon
on how that happy result actually will be brought about in the
world tomorrow.
However, such meetings and conferences as I have had on this
most recent round-the-world trip definitely are paving the way
for getting that happy and wonderful good news in great power
before the peoples and nations of this unpeaceful and unhappy
world today.



Chapter 78
September 24, 1973 -- December 1973


September 24, 1973

Dear Co-Workers in Giving God's Last Message to a Dying World:
I am writing from Tokyo where I look forward on the night of
day after tomorrow, to a very great opportunity. It may be the
first time in all history such a thing has happened. I am invited
by Prince Mikasa, brother of the Emperor, to explain the
Bible -- proclaim Christ's gospel of the Kingdom of God -- to a most
impressive audience. It is the most impressive audience before
which I have ever been given opportunity to give Christ's
message.
I am informed that what I originally thought was to be a
private Bible study with the Prince alone, will now include some
fifty or more of the very top people of this nation -- members of
the government, scholars and heads of universities, and their
wives.
I want you to realize how very important this is to the Work
of the living God. The Work is moving forward at greatly
accelerated pace now, taking on an entirely new dimension in
giving God's last message to a dying world in these last days! ...
In the Bible, a king, or chief of government, often
represents and stands for the nation. In one sense when Christ's
message is delivered to the heads of government, it has been
delivered to the nation.
Jeremiah was sent to kings. Daniel was sent to kings. God
called the apostle Paul to "bear my name before the Gentiles, and
kings, and the children of Israel" (Acts 9:15).
And now, kings, presidents, prime ministers and leaders of
many nations are inviting me.
Last Wednesday night, in Bangkok, capital of Thailand, I was
given just such an opportunity. I did not know of it in advance.
But a banquet was held in a special banquet room of my hotel in
my honor. Present were Ambassadors representing the governments
of Japan, Korea, Cambodia, Ethiopia and Israel, the President of
the University, and Her Royal Highness the wife of the recent
Prince Regent of Thailand, and other important guests.
I was given a very warm -- even emotional -- introduction, and
asked to speak. I had no idea how long I was expected to speak,
so I confined it to exactly 12 minutes. But I spoke earnestly and
God gave me power.
I will give you a quick summary of what I said:
"One who travels over the world, as I have, is forced to see
the pitiful condition in which a majority of all people on earth
live -- in utter ignorance, deep poverty, semi or total starvation,
wracked with disease, living in filth and squalor. I have to ask,
why? You people should be concerned about it! We have mind power
to fly to the moon and back -- yet we find the majority living in
such conditions -- we can't solve our own problems here on
earth -- we don't know how to have peace! Why? Even where people
are educated and prosperous, they are not happy! Why?
"For every effect," I said, "there had to be a cause. Years
ago, I made surveys. I learned people are not happy. Why? I
finally found the answer -- in the Bible! It's a book people have
refused to understand -- which people have interpreted all out of
natural and intended meaning -- but taken for what it plainly says
I found it makes sense -- and answers the big questions! It
contains the missing dimension in knowledge. The world doesn't
know: What we are -- why we are -- the purpose for which humanity was
put on earth -- how to fulfill that purpose. What are the true
values in life? What is the way to peace, universal abundance and
happiness? Those are the basic things we need to know! Those are
the necessary things to know which man, science, technology
cannot discover! Those are the things the Bible reveals."
Then I covered the incident of the "forbidden fruit" -- how
our first parents rejected God's revealed knowledge, which He had
started teaching them -- how mankind cut himself off from his
maker, and has turned to imaginary and false gods, how man ever
since has tried to reason out what is good and what is evil -- what
to do and how to do it -- and has brought on humanity this colossal
tragic mountain of human woes and anguish! Then I explained God's
way of life -- the way of "give" -- of love which is outgoing concern
for the good of others -- of cooperation, instead of competition,
strife and violence -- because mankind has cut itself off from God.
"As Adam and Eve disbelieved God, rebelled, and disobeyed
His inexorable spiritual law -- sinned -- so now man, by repentance
of that disobedience, and faith which is to believe God and His
Word, can be reconciled to God and receive eternal life." Then I
explained how "Christ is coming again as the divine Messiah in
super-natural power to rule all nations, and lead nations in
God's way, which will bring world peace, abundance, happiness,
and eternal life as God's gift."
Twelve minutes is not very long, but they did get the
message! And there was a very enthusiastic response! It did make
important people think -- and want to know more!
On this present trip, I spent one week in Lebanon. I had
important personal meetings with President Franjieh (several
hours with lunch), the Prime Minister (we talked for an hour and
ten minutes), the Foreign Minister, and the Minister of
Education ....
We were welcomed at Beirut airport in VIP manner. Our
meeting with the President and First Lady was on Friday at the
summer presidential palace, high in the mountains, and a two-hour
automobile drive from Beirut. Our entire party was invited.
No other visitors were there. The President had reserved
this entire day for our visit. We spent about an hour, before
luncheon, in explaining about our Work, the truth we teach, and
going through an Ambassador College annual publication, The
Envoy, which the President carefully went through page by
page ....
The Prime Minister had to be seen on Saturday morning. He
had just returned the night before from the Conference of
Nonaligned Nations at Algiers. But, my visit with him was really
to go into phases of the gospel, and for an hour and ten minutes,
we were remarkably in accord in regard to principles and
philosophies. He, too, surprised us with a remark, "Your
appearance and physical presence denote your character and the
nature of your activities. Great men accomplishing important
things bear their age well."
On our last Saturday night a special reception and dinner
was held in my honor at a very large building on the outskirts of
Beirut, facing the sea. Among other things, it contains a large
casino ....
The reception and dinner was held on a very spacious veranda
on the second story, overlooking the sea and the lights of the
city. It was a warm evening, and delightful in the open air. Many
important people were present, to whom I was introduced. At
dinner, I sat with a Dr. and Mrs. Charles Malik. Dr. Malik is a
former President of the General Assembly of the United Nations,
New York, and today he is a member of the cabinet and legislative
body. He asked many questions about Ambassador College and our
worldwide Work, and seemed pleased.
As a coincidence, I also know Mr. Adam Malik, also a former
President of the General Assembly of the United Nations, and
Foreign Minister of Indonesia. He is President Suharto's right
hand man, and second in authority in the government of Indonesia.
I have visited him in his home in Djakarta. Also, I happen to
know another very important Mr. Malik, of New Delhi, a good
friend of King Leopold ....


Hong Kong
November 26, 1973

Dear Co-Workers in Giving God's Last Message to a Dying World:
President V.V. Giri.
On last Friday I flew to Dacca, capital of the new country
Bangladesh (formerly called East Pakistan). I wish I had time and
space to tell you the tragic, almost unbelievable story of that
country and its recent war. It must be told. I will write an
article on it for The Plain Truth, which you may read later.
Bangladesh is the eighth largest nation on earth, in
population -- with seventy-five million people. It appeared, from
what little I saw of it, to be the most impoverished country I
have seen.
In early 1971, when I was visiting New Delhi, India, Prime
Minister Indira Gandhi took some twenty minutes of our meeting to
tell me of the many thousands of East Pakistanis daily fleeing as
refugees across the border into India -- no earthly possessions
except what they carried on their backs -- no food, no money, no
employment. India, already impoverished with millions of
poor -- needing to provide an additional hundred and fifty million
jobs -- had no way to take care of these refugees. Many were
half-starved and starving, many diseased, their clothes in
tatters.
After the war, freed from the yoke of a government that was
machine-gunning people by thousands because of political
differences, the refugees have been returning. The number of
refugees fleeing into India had reached nearly ten million!
The present Prime Minister, Sheikh Mujibur Rahman, had been
a political prisoner, jailed in West Pakistan. In January, 1972
(last year), he was released in London and immediately returned
to his people in the new Bangladesh.
Thirty minutes after my plane landed at Bangladesh airport,
I was ushered into his temporary office in a frame house that had
been a private residence. At a glance it was apparent he was a
leader of his people. He is big, strong, alert, active,
aggressive, emotionally and compassionately aware of the dire
needs of his people. His conviction and sincerity impressed me.
He told me how his country had suffered -- three million were
killed -- six million homes were destroyed -- more than one and a
half million farm families were left without tools or animals to
work their farms. The transportation and communication systems
were totally destroyed. Roads badly damaged, bridges knocked out,
inland waterways blocked. He described the basic need of
food -- education -- every basic need. The educated had been
systemically killed by thousands. Now education is a dire need.
He lamented the fact that the major nations are spending so much
of their resources for military purposes of killing, and giving
only lip service to the improvement of the lives of the
overwhelming majority of all mankind.
We discussed the possibility of possible cooperation in some
way with Ambassador College.
After lunch ... I had a private meeting with the
Head-of-State, President Aby Sabeed Choudhury. He is a former
Justice of the Supreme Court.
The President asked me frankly for my appraisal of what I
had seen of his country. When I hesitated, he smiled, and said he
wanted my frank and honest appraisal. I told him that it appeared
to me to be the most impoverished country I had seen. I added
that I had involuntarily uttered the prayer, on seeing it, "Thy
Kingdom come" -- as the real answer to the plight of the country.
He said he knew quite a little of Ambassador College, of our
worldwide Work, and of me personally, and then:
"Mr. Armstrong, I want to appeal to you for your candid
counsel and advice. I know of your contacts with so many leaders
of government and their problems, your wide experience, your age
and wisdom. You can see the colossal problems we have here,
struggling with the reconstruction of this nation of seventy-five
million impoverished people."
This was not the first time a head of a government over many
millions of people has asked me for counsel and advice in trying
to solve their virtually unsolvable problems. And I think our
Great God will show me a way to help -- at least to uplift the
morale, the spirits and the hope of those millions of poor,
downtrodden people. In spite of their tragic recent war, their
spirits right now seem good -- they, with India's help, won the
war, and their freedom from a most cruel rule. A very large
portion of their people understand English. If the President, the
Prime Minister, and present government will allow, I think it
might help the spirits and morale of the people greatly if I took
to the air over their government radio, admonishing them, as in
James 5:1-11. The great hope of all the world, now, is the coming
of the Lord Jesus Christ, to bring the world not only peace, but
universal prosperity. Perhaps this President may see that the
gospel will give his people more hope and encouragement than
anything ....


I Visit Emperor Haile Selassie
December, 1973

What if the League of Nations had heeded Haile Selassie's plea
and warning in 1935? Might it not have prevented World War II?
And would that not have changed the whole course of world
history? ...
Think how that might have changed the whole course of your
life!
The Fascist Mussolini invaded Ethiopia in 1935. He was
saying, "The time has come to make the Fascist voice heard!" ...
Emperor Haile Selassie went before the League of Nations in
Geneva in person. He pleaded with them to stop this fast-mounting
Fascist threat to world peace at Ethiopia, before it invaded
France and Britain, and started the greatest conflagration of
world war in history.
Did not this man, who claims to be a direct descendant of
the ancient King Solomon of Judah and the Queen of Sheba,
prophesy that if they did not stop the Fascist armies before they
invaded Ethiopia, that all Western Europe would be invaded? -- that
the British Empire would cease to be an Empire -- that nothing but
trouble would come upon the democracies of Western Europe and the
United States? -- war troubles, economic troubles -- political
troubles?
But the League of Nations had no power! And the democracies
didn't think any such big war would come. So they left helpless
Ethiopia to her fate. And Mussolini took Ethiopia. He added it to
Libya and Italian Somaliland and Eritrea. After having previously
made a concordat with the Vatican he now proclaimed another
resurrection of the Fascist Roman Empire! ...
The Ethiopian Emperor Haile Selassie was forced into exile.
He went to England, and did not return to his capital, Addis
Ababa, until May 5, 1941, at the head of his resistance forces,
and with British troops. They had fought their way into Ethiopia
from Sudan.
From the time of his personal appearance before the League
of Nations, in 1935, Emperor Haile Selassie became one of the
best-known heads of state in the world. He ascended his throne in
1930, and has had the longest reign, or tenure in office as head
of state or head of government, of any man in the world.
Of all the heads of nations or of great corporations, I
think none could have triggered greater anticipation prior to
meeting than this longest-ruling of all rulers.
All my life, from age nineteen, I have had more or less
close contact with many of "the great and the near-great" of the
world-heads of large corporations, presidents and chairmen of
major banks, publishers, educators -- and in these recent years
government heads and world leaders. But none had seemed a more
outstanding personality than Emperor Haile Selassie.
So when, last March, the invitation came unexpectedly to
visit him, it was an intriguing anticipation.
It was in New Delhi, capital of India. Once again I was
luncheon guest at the residence of Dr. Nagendra Singh, one of the
world's leading exponents for world peace through international
law. He had been Executive Secretary to the President of India,
V.V. Giri, and recently appointed judge on the World Court at The
Hague.
Among other guests was his Excellency Ato Getachew Mekasha,
the Ambassador from Ethiopia, and wife. Also the Ambassador from
Afghanistan and wife, and the elder son of President Giri ....
During the course of the luncheon both Ambassadors extended
invitations to visit their respective countries and their kings.
Tentative arrangements were made for the Ethiopian visit in May.
I was unable to meet that schedule, but did manage to make it in
June ....
Meanwhile a second invitation had come by telex to visit the
Emperor in Addis Ababa.
At a luncheon in Jerusalem, attended by several high-ranking
university and government officials, it was mentioned that
Emperor Selassie had spent over two years in Palestine during his
exile, and our Israeli friends at the luncheon knew him well.
It so happened that in our archaeological project, a very
ancient seal, used by kings of Judah more than 2,500 years ago,
had been discovered. A lion was engraved on the seal,
representing "The Lion of the Tribe of Judah." This title is
applied to Christ in the Bible, but Emperor Selassie claims to be
the direct descendant of King Solomon and the Queen of Sheba, and
is often called "The Lion of the Tribe of Judah."
Our Israeli friends thought it would be nice to make a
blown-up photograph of the seal, frame it, and let me present it
to the Emperor, which was done. Also our friends at the luncheon
told me that the Emperor understands and speaks English very
well, although as all heads of state do, he would speak through
an interpreter at our meeting.
While in Jerusalem I was received for a personal visit by
Israel's new President Katzir.
We had a really spectacular flight from Tel Aviv directly to
Addis Ababa (capital city of Ethiopia), over the straits of
Tiran, the Gulf of Aqaba, and the Red Sea, with Saudi Arabia on
our left, and Egypt on our right.
Ethiopia is a mountainous country, in east-central Africa,
south of Egypt, and north of Kenya. It covers an area about the
size of Texas, Oklahoma and New Mexico combined. Much of its area
is a high central plateau, ranging from 6,000 to 9,000 feet
elevation. Addis Ababa is over 8,000 feet, and I did have some
little difficulty breathing, especially early mornings, because
of the thin air at that altitude.
We arrived Sunday, June 17, about 1:30 p.m. at Addis Ababa
airport. Our party was met at our plane by the Ambassador to
India and his wife, who had flown from New Delhi to welcome us,
as well as the President of the Haile Selassie University, and
others.
His Imperial Majesty the Emperor had sent to the airport one
of his Mercedes limousines and driver, which was put at my
personal service for the duration of our stay. Other cars were
waiting for the others of our party ....
The capital city of Addis Ababa was an eye-opener for me. In
the main it is a very modern city -- a generous sprinkling of new,
modern high-rise buildings, and a goodly number of imposing and
impressive public buildings. These included the headquarters
building of the Organization for African Unity (OAU). This is an
organization of African nations, brought about primarily through
the initiative and leadership of Emperor Haile Selassie.
Other impressive buildings were government buildings,
hotels, the university, hospitals. Addis Ababa is a city of over
800,000 population, approaching a million.
We were driven to the comparatively new Addis Ababa Hilton
Hotel, one of the better Hiltons, and I was given the
Presidential suite.
That evening our party was hosted at an informal dinner by
His Excellency the Ambassador to India, and the Minister of
Information, at the home of the latter.
On Monday morning, due to shortness of breath I remained in
the hotel ....
Monday evening the Minister of Education and Chairman of the
University Board of Governors, His Excellency Ato Seifu Mahteme
Selassie, hosted a reception for us. Of course the President of
the University was there, as well as most Vice Presidents.
But now came the highlight -- the meeting with the Emperor.
Our entire party had been invited to come along with me ....
The meeting had been set for 4:30 Tuesday afternoon. At that
time we arrived at the Jubilee Palace of the Emperor. There were,
of course, at the gates, and at the entrance of the palace, the
usual battery of armed and colorfully uniformed guards. We were
met at the entrance by aides in military attire, with the
President of the University and the Minister of Education.
We were escorted up a long grand stairway with heavy red
carpet. One of the aides, taking my arm, cautioned me to "take it
easy," because of the high altitude and length of the stairs.
Arriving on the upper level, we turned into an ornate and
very long room. There was a wide strip of red carpet down the
center, the length of the room, and at the far end, seated behind
a table with flowers, was the lone figure of His Imperial
Majesty, the world-famous Emperor Haile Selassie. I led the way
down the length of the room, and was warmly greeted, as was the
entire party on being introduced one at a time.
I then presented the Emperor with a gift of Steuben crystal,
and also with the framed picture of the 2500-year-old seal, with
the engraving of the lion, "The Lion of the Tribe of Judah." This
seemed to please him very much, as I explained about our
archaeological project, and our mutual Israeli friends.
The university President acted as interpreter. I then began
to mention some of the things the Emperor and I have in common.
We are virtually the same age -- he is just eight days older than
I. But I mentioned that his hearing seemed better than mine. We
both enjoyed long marriages, and both are now widowers. The
Empress died in 1962, my wife in 1967, after almost fifty years
of marriage.
Then I mentioned that I have the genealogy of my ancestry,
and that I too, [on one side of the family] am a direct
descendant of King Solomon of ancient Israel.
"Well why not?" blurted out the Emperor spontaneously,
without waiting for the interpreter to tell him what I had said.
At that responsive quip we all burst out in laughter. From
that point the interpreter had very little to do.
Early in our talk, His Majesty mentioned that he was well
aware, as were the others in the Ethiopian government, that I was
the spiritual leader of a large worldwide following. During the
first fifteen or twenty minutes of our meeting, he tended to
answer whatever I said with a philosophical observation,
apparently inspired by Solomon's Proverbs, which I rather deduced
he has studied continuously and religiously.
The general sum and substance of our conversation revolved
around the basic fundamental principles of world conditions,
evils and problems, and how in our work we are putting solutions
and true values to actual practice, setting a living example of
the way to peace and happiness, both in our college campuses, and
in the Church throughout the world. He took keen interest in my
explanation of the two divergent philosophies or ways-of-life.
which I call the way of "get" practiced in this world, and the
way of "give" which leads to peace, happiness and success.
"Philosophy, and moral philosophy," he commented, "is
commendable, but it is far more commendable to put into actual
practice the principles upon which the philosophy is based." He
said he recognized fully our achievements of both our
institutions putting into practice the way that we preach
worldwide ....
The Emperor gave no indication or move toward terminating
our visit, but after some forty-five minutes, I felt it proper to
do so, and rose to my feet, expressing what an honor and delight
the meeting had been. Then Haile Selassie presented me with an
already autographed full color photograph of himself, with a
sterling silver frame, bearing his Imperial insignia centered
over the top of the frame. Also, he gave me another duplicate
photograph (not autographed) for publication.
Then I received a real surprise. Out of a beautiful leather
case, handed him by an aide, the Emperor took an extremely
beautiful gold bracelet which he presented to me as his personal
gift to my daughter, whom he had expected to be with me. In the
center of the bracelet was a solid gold coin (twenty-four karat),
made forty-three years ago in celebration of his coronation. The
coin had the Emperor's face engraved on it. The rest of the
bracelet, except for the clasp at the underside, was twenty-two
karat gold, with beautiful garlands engraved with exquisite
craftsmanship. Jewelers have since evaluated it as the finest
gold bracelet they had ever seen.
Naturally, I thanked His Majesty very sincerely, and on
returning to the hotel, I rushed immediately to my suite and put
in a telephone call to my daughter in California. On describing
it to her, she said she would send His Majesty a telegram of
thanks immediately. It is naturally quite a conversation piece,
and so far as value is concerned, priceless. The very exquisite
work was all done in Ethiopia, where they mine gold in limited
quantities, and produce some of the world's finest jewelry.
That evening, I hosted a reception and dinner in a private
room off the lobby of our hotel in honor of the Minister of
Education, the President of the University, the Dean of
Faculties, the Head of the Institute of Ethiopian Studies, the
Vice President for Academic Affairs, the Vice President for
Planning, and other distinguished guests, and their wives.
On Wednesday, June 20, I paid a morning visit for two or
three hours to the University. There my host and guide was the
President of the University. We also paid a most interesting
visit to the embryonic Museum of Natural Science. Later this
proved to be of special significance at a subsequent meeting with
Prince Bernhardt of The Netherlands, husband of the Queen. He has
a very active interest in the conservation and preservation of
wild life throughout the world.
That same day, June 20, I was guest of honor at a very
important luncheon hosted by His Excellency the Ambassador to
India. He had invited other Ambassadors. In attendance were the
Ambassadors from 19 different nations, and their wives. Included,
and seated on my left, was the very impressive-appearing
Ambassador from the People's Republic of China, who, during the
luncheon, extended an invitation ... to visit China ....Also present
were the Chargé d'Affaires and acting Ambassador from West
Germany, and the Ambassadors from Argentina, Ghana, Indonesia,
Iran, Kenya, Mexico, Nigeria, Spain, Thailand, Colombia,
Tanzania, and the Chargé d'Affaires from the United Kingdom and
from Yugoslavia. The Ambassador from China, His Excellency Yu
Pei-wen, has held some very important posts for his government,
including that of Chief of Protocol in Peking ....
I was called upon to make a brief address before this
distinguished gathering. The entire room was buzzing with
laughter and conversation -- all in an exceedingly happy mood.
After making a toast to His Imperial Majesty, the Emperor of
Ethiopia, I stated that we were gathered in a World
Peace-Conference, proving that so many people from so many
nations could gather together in jolly and happy friendship. I
spoke briefly, some seven or eight minutes, on the way to world
peace -- the way of God's law, briefly proclaiming the coming world
of peace -- the World Tomorrow -- the Kingdom of God.
The following day, Thursday, was the day of our departure,
and we were planning to be at the airport in the early afternoon.
But that morning we were the very special guests of His Imperial
Majesty at the graduation ceremonies of the University, held in
the Grand Palace (not the Palace which is the Emperor's residence
and from which he rules the government). We were seated on the
large front platform, immediately to the left of the dais on
which was the ornate gold throne where the Emperor was to sit,
personally handing the diplomas to each graduate.
A large band was playing at the rear. Finally the graduates
marched in, completely filling the large auditorium. There were
close to 3,000 graduates.
It was a very colorful ceremony. But, with so many
graduates, the Emperor handing each individually his diploma, it
was a very long ceremony. On the front platform, but to our left
and farther from the throne, was the entire Board of Regents, and
on the other side Faculty and other dignitaries. Members of the
royal family were seated immediately in front of us. As the
spectacular ceremony dragged on, an official whispered to us that
it would be quite all right if we wished to leave, as the
ceremony would carry on for more than another hour.
We were driven directly from the palace to the airport,
where our crew had our plane ready for boarding. And there, to
personally bid us good-bye were the Ambassador to India and his
wife.
It was, we felt, a most profitable, as well as enjoyable,
four days.



Chapter 79
March 28, 1974 -- May 21, 1974


March 28, 1974

Dear Inner Family of Co-Workers with Christ:
When I surrendered completely to the Living Jesus Christ,
giving my life literally to Him to use as He might see fit, I
counted the cost! It meant giving up my business, and career in
the business world. I was well aware that Jesus had said to His
disciples -- and this included all who would follow Him fully -- "If
they have persecuted me, they will also persecute you." I had to
be willing to accept that.
When God inducted me into His ministry more than forty years
later I knew what He had commissioned me to do, to "go into all
the world and preach the gospel" -- "go ye therefore, and teach all
nations."
Teach what? Christ's gospel, which is the good news of the
Kingdom of God.
And for our time, now, Christ said, "This gospel of the
kingdom shall be preached in all the world for a witness unto all
nations, and then shall the end [of this present world] come."
Not to proselyte -- not aggressively to seek Church
members -- but to announce the good news of the soon-coming Kingdom
of God -- which will bring us world peace, universal happiness and
prosperity, and eternal salvation. To prepare the way for the
coming of Christ again to earth in all the divine splendor, power
and glory of the Eternal God, as the King of kings and Lord of
lords to rule, and to save the world.
This is not the time when God is trying to save the world,
spiritually. We are preparing the way for the time when He will
do that. If God had been trying to get the world spiritually
"saved," He would have saved it! Nevertheless, though we have
made no direct active effort to make converts -- and absolutely
none to compete or take members from churches, there have been
thousands of conversions of those who heard the proclamation of
Christ's gospel.
And, of course, since God did add to His flock, it became
our responsibility to "feed the flock." For this an educated
ministry was provided through Ambassador College. There are, at
the present time, some 600 ordained ministers, worldwide, in the
Worldwide Church of God. The number one purpose and function of
these hundreds of ministers and churches is their part in helping
us in getting the great commission accomplished! And that job has
been getting done -- in a very powerful manner!
But in regard to Christ's Church, even in the first century,
there were false brethren and even false ministers. The Apostle
Paul had called to him at Miletus the elders (ministers, pastors)
of the church at Ephesus, where there was a good-sized church.
Paul said to them: "And now, behold, I know that ye all,
among whom I have gone preaching the kingdom of God, shall see my
face no more, ... take heed therefore, ... for I know this, that
after my departing shall grievous wolves enter in among you, not
sparing the flock. Also of your own selves shall men arise,
speaking perverse things, to draw away disciples after them.
Therefore watch, and remember, that by the space of three years I
ceased not to warn one night and day with tears" (Acts 20:25-31).
There are many more New Testament statements of ministers
turning false, and leaving God's Church, trying to draw away
members after them, and trying to destroy the Work of God. We
would not be doing the true Work of the Living God if the same
things did not oppose us today -- persecution, false
accusations! ...
Yes, there was a conspiracy. But the back of that conspiracy
has been broken by our God! On what do we rely in such an
emergency? We rely on the throne of grace in heaven! We go to our
knees before the living Christ! He heads this great Work. He
guides it, blesses it, produces abundant fruits for His Kingdom
through it. And we leave the dealing with adversaries in His
hands, only praying for them, that God will cause them to see the
serious error of what they have yielded themselves to do and
restore them to Him and His Work.
This angry attack has, of course, given us a temporary
setback. Undoubtedly it will hurt the income for God's great
Work. But it has at the same time actually strengthened us -- for
it has welded the great loyal majority closer together than ever
before.
It came at the very time when I had just arrived in Manila,
the Philippines, for the very first public Personal Appearance
Campaign ....
Now I cannot go back to Manila and pick up where I had to
leave off to rush back to Pasadena headquarters.
What a tragic shame!
But we shall immediately carry right on with these
campaigns! The next one is scheduled for Ethiopia in May. Many
others will follow.
I wrote you previously, I think, about the eight
high-ranking Japanese Diet Members (Japan's Congress or
Parliament) who traveled two weeks with me into the Arab
oil-producing countries. As we said "goodbye" at the end of the
trip, they called themselves my "eight Japanese sons." The
following telegram from them, when they heard of this attack
causing me to fly immediately back to Pasadena, brought tears to
my eyes when I read it. They are loyal! Here is what they
telegraphed:
"Dear Mr. Herbert Armstrong. Our sincere prayer for you that
you may have precious direction and protection upon your present
task which we learned that you had to go back to the States. May
the Almighty give you wise wisdoms, peaceful mind and splendid
health so you'll be able to carry through your mission.
Yours respectfully,
Your eight Japanese sons
Bunsei Sato and other Members of Japanese Diet"
I also received telegrams of assurance of loyalty from
important officials in other world capitals, and from a judge of
the World Court at The Hague, Holland.
Dear Co-Worker in the most important Work on earth, from the
bottom of my heart, I thank you beyond words to express for your
loyalty, your confidence, and for standing behind me, when such
crises threaten! We have had to weather many storms, but God has
always been with us, as we are with Him, and Jesus Christ has
never left us nor forsaken us, and He never will!
Thank you for your prayers for me ....
I pray for you, and am very grateful for your prayers!


May 21, 1974

Dear Inner Family of Co-Workers with Christ:
the living God, and seeks by every subtile deception and maneuver
to destroy this Work! He did it in the first century. He tried it
now. But God is more powerful than Satan. And this is the
activity of God. And Christ has promised He will never leave nor
forsake His Church nor His Work. The living Christ broke the back
of that conspiracy! The handful of dissident and disloyal
ministers took a certain number of deceived brethren with them.
But already, I am informed, more than that number of new brethren
have been baptized, replacing those who went with the
self-seeking disloyal ministers. They were deceived. They may not
have realized Satan was using them. I pray their eyes may yet be
opened -- that they will be brought to a real repentance and will
return to God's Work.
Yes, Satan did strike a blow at this new dimension in God's
Work. Satan did not want the very first of the public campaigns
to succeed, getting Christ's gospel message into the nations
where it had never gone before. He did prevent the originally
scheduled date for the Manila campaign. For awhile we wondered if
the campaign could ever be picked up again, once it had to be
called off. But remember this is the Work of the living Christ!
And it finally was carried on much bigger than planned the first
time!
But now, more than two months later, all three nights'
meetings were held in the Coliseum! All things do work for good,
to those who love and obey God!
So let me tell you about the past eventful week.
On arrival at the airport I was met by Dr. Angeles, the
Executive Vice President of Angeles University, and other
important people, as well as the press -- newspaper, radio,
television. A government Highway Patrol car, with flashing red
light and siren, escorted us to our hotel. This same patrol car,
with siren going full blast, escorted me everywhere I went for
the nine days we were there. It plowed our way through snarled
traffic. and saved much time.
On the first Saturday I spoke to some six hundred people. On
Sunday, for a noon luncheon, I was guest speaker before a group
of more than two hundred -- a combined luncheon of the Knights of
Columbus and Daughters of Isabella, where for some twenty-five
minutes I opened the gospel of the Kingdom of God to them ....
Monday, at 10 a.m., a visit with the Mayor, and a ceremony
in which the Mayor presented me with the Key to the City -- a very
ornate work of art, by the way. At 12 noon, a luncheon press
conference, in a private room at the Manila Hilton Hotel. We
received a most favorable press, by the way -- more often on the
front page of newspapers -- every day we were there. Also on
television and radio. One evening Channel 2 put on a
twenty-minute documentary supplied by our own television
people .... The Channel 2 crew came to my hotel room for a
ten-minute televised interview which -- following the twenty-minute
documentary -- filled the entire thirty minutes. I later heard from
many people who had seen it. This was put on as a public service,
without cost to us ....
Continuing, on Monday evening our dinner guest, in a small
private dining room in the Hyatt Regency Hotel, was the mother of
the President, Mrs. Josefa E. Marcos. She is a delightful person
to know, virtually my age ....
Tuesday was another busy, event-packed day. Our four-car
caravan (including the pilot siren car), left our hotel Tuesday
morning at 8:30 a.m., for Angeles City, a two-hour drive. We
passed through three or four other towns on the way. It was
almost 10:30 a.m. when we arrived at the Angeles University, a
school younger than Ambassador College, yet a full university
with some 5,000 students. I was hurried into a changing room
where my coat was removed, and the commencement ceremony
robes -- bright and colorful -- put on. At Ambassador College we
never use such robes, nor the four-square cap and gown. But so
far as I know all other colleges and universities do.
Anyway, once I was robed, as well as many faculty members,
we started on a procession, led by the band, to the gymnasium,
which already was filled with faculty and students. There, in
dignified ceremony, the university conferred on me the honorary
degree of Doctor of Humanities. After the ceremony, back in my
own clothes, in another auditorium, there was an entertainment
program by students, and then a luncheon, hosted by university
officials. Then, the long ride back to Manila.
That evening, Tuesday, another private-room dinner with Mrs.
Oliveras, President and General Manager of the Times Journal,
which has a circulation of 30,000 copies daily. Her newspaper
carried many stories about us and the coming campaign.
Wednesday, I was guest of honor at the Kiwanis Club
luncheon, at which I spoke some twenty minutes. At 5 p.m. we
arrived at the University of the East, largest in the
Philippines, with 68,000 students. The President of the
University, Dr. S.F. de la Cruz, had just returned about three
weeks before from visiting the Ambassador College campus in
Pasadena, with Mrs. de la Cruz. Dr. de la Cruz was one of the
three university presidents from this part of the world who
attended the grand opening concert at the new Ambassador
Auditorium. At the U. of E. I met the Chairman of the Board and
Founder of the University again (I had met him on a previous
trip), and several administration officials and faculty heads. We
soon went to their auditorium, where students gave an
entertainment program, which was followed with speeches
introducing me, and I addressed the filled auditorium of students
and faculty.
From the university we were driven to the studios of Channel
13, where I was interviewed ... in a half-hour telecast.
Thursday, there were more press interviews, and a dinner
with officials of the Greater Manila Junior Chamber of
Commerce ....
But now we had come to the big event! Friday night was the
first night of the Manila campaign -- there were to be three
meetings in all (lectures they were called in the newspapers).
They were for Friday night, Saturday night, and Sunday night -- the
meetings started each night at 7 o'clock.
We should have arrived very late, had it not been for the
police siren pilot car, for traffic was extremely heavy. We were
a little tense on arriving, wondering whether there would be a
big crowd.
"What if only two or three thousand come?" I wondered. They
would look like a tiny handful of people in that huge 24,000-seat
Coliseum. They would look as if they were lost! We entered at the
rear, behind the stage ....The Coliseum seemed well filled -- a few
scattered empty seats here and there -- what a relief to see such a
great crowd present! ...
A most complimentary short speech by the Vice President of
Angeles University was followed by a very vigorous speech by Dr.
de la Cruz, mentioning enthusiastically his visit to the
Ambassador College campus. It was 7:30 p.m. when I stepped up to
the podium. I spoke one hour. Following is a brief summary of my
first sermon of the campaign:
First, I asked the audience how much they knew about the
conditions in the world they live in. Then I outlined the evil
conditions I see in all parts of the world, asking why such evils
exist in a world where men have learned how to fly to the moon
and back, but not how to solve their own problems on earth. This
world, I said, is headed toward the supreme crisis at the end of
this age -- this present evil world. Human survival is now our
number one problem. For thousands of years, heads of governments
have striven for world peace -- but, no peace! There will have to
be a cause to bring about world peace. I mentioned my early
surveys, learning of this world's unhappy conditions. Finally,
beginning 1926, I received the shock of my life, discovering the
true answers in the Bible -- answers never revealed by science, nor
taught by religion or education. Then I went into some detail in
the incident of the forbidden fruit in the second and third
chapters of Genesis. I explained God's way of life revealed to
but rejected in that incident by Adam and Eve -- and how humanity
has rejected or overlooked the revealed knowledge of God's way of
life (based on the Ten Commandments) ever since. Of course the
third chapter of Genesis introduced Satan the Devil, symbolized
by the serpent. After thoroughly explaining God's way of life, I
asked the questions, Where did this Satan come from? What is
"human nature"? What is the difference between human mind and
animal brain? Why was humanity put here on earth -- what is the
real purpose in our being here? How is God's purpose being worked
out? -- and saying that on Saturday night I would answer those
questions, and explain how and when world peace is coming, in a
message of hope and assurance.
These questions are something most of the audience had never
heard answered before!
These questions were gone into on Saturday night -- explaining
the gospel message, which God sent to mankind by Jesus
Christ -- and how that gospel -- that vital message from God to
humanity, has not been proclaimed to this world for eighteen and
a half centuries. I reminded the audience that most of them were
now hearing that gospel message for the first time! ... I read
from Malachi's prophecy about the coming of Christ (Mal. 3:1),
and of the beginning of the gospel of Jesus Christ, Mark 1:1, and
verses 14-15.
But to understand that gospel, it was necessary to go all
the way back into prehistory. I then explained the presence of
pre-Adamic angels on earth, ruled by the government of God. And
as long as that government of God ruled the earth, there was
peace, happiness, joy! It might have been millions of years.
Then, Lucifer and his angels rebelled (did precisely what some
ministers were recently doing) and became the devil and his
demons. That involved many Scriptures which I read from the
Bible. Then the renewing of the face of the earth (Ps. 104:30)
described in the first chapter of Genesis. Then I went into an
explanation of the human mind compared to animal brain, reading
the Scriptures about it; how God put what He wanted into the mind
of King Cyrus of Persia (Ezra 1:1); and how Satan has swayed all
humanity, injecting what we call human nature -- vanity, lust and
greed, envy, jealousy, competition, antagonism, rebellion and
violence -- and how man, swayed by this spirit contrary to the
government of God, has caused all the problems and evils that
have plagued suffering mankind.
I ended Saturday night with Acts 3:19-21, showing how Jesus
Christ is now in heaven until the time when the government of God
shall be restored on earth, and once again bring peace to this
earth.
On Sunday night, the Coliseum appeared to be packed. It is a
huge auditorium, with many tiers or balconies -- like a vast bowl
with a roof over it ....
Again the President's mother came -- all three nights. There
were more preliminary ceremonies, with Mrs. Marcos presenting
certain honors to me on the platform, and enthusiastic speeches
from others, before the sermon. I spoke exactly one hour Friday
night, 70 minutes Saturday night, and an hour and 15 minutes
Sunday night. Not a soul was seen leaving until the end.
The final Sunday night I quickly reviewed the state of the
world, and the number one problem, survival of humanity on earth.
Never before was it possible to erase all human life from the
earth fifty times over! One H-bomb could destroy all of Manila
(four million people). Again, there had to be a cause for this
alarming condition -- and if we are to have peace, something must
cause it. I explained in retrospect how Friday night I showed how
the first humans, Adam and Eve, had rejected knowledge revealed
from God, and turned to the way that has caused all the world's
evils. I explained the two ways of life -- God's way of love -- the
giving, sharing way of outgoing concern, and the getting way of
self-centeredness, and rejection of God and His way. Then a quick
summary of how God's government, based on His spiritual law of
love had once caused happiness on earth, and the rebellion that
turned the archangel Lucifer into Satan, and his angels into
demons. Then the creation of man, and his rejection of knowledge
of God, and rebellion against God's way. And how the
all-important dimension in knowledge has been missing since.
Then, the fact man is created of matter, dust of the ground, but
God is composed of Spirit. God's purpose for man, shown in
Genesis 1 -- the reproduction of Himself. This was startling new
knowledge to nearly all there. His purpose also, through man, to
restore the government of God to earth, bringing world peace. The
seven days of Genesis 1 and 2, a type of God's plan for working
out His purpose. Adam rejected God's way. Then how the second
Adam, Jesus Christ, qualified to restore the government of God
(the Kingdom of God) to this earth. I read the Old Testament
prophecies of Christ coming to rule, setting up the Kingdom of
God on earth, then in Luke 1:30-33, how Christ was born to rule
as King. Then the beginning of Christ's gospel (Mark 1:1, 14-15),
and teaching we may be born of God (John 3:1-8 which I read and
explained). This was new to nearly all. How we may be converted,
receiving the impregnation of God-life (eternal life) by the Holy
Spirit from the very person of God. I read Romans 8:9, 11, 14,
16. I explained how we may receive the Holy Spirit, being
begotten as a son of God (Acts 2:1-4, 37-38 which I read). I
explained how God created all things by and through Christ (John
1:1-5, Eph. 3:9) -- He is our Maker -- therefore when He gave His
life on the cross, by His shed blood He paid the death penalty
for all humanity -- for His life was greater than all He created!
Christ rose from the dead, making eternal life possible for us.
Christ ascended to the Father's throne in heaven. I went through
the parable of the pounds, Luke 19:11-20,24, showing we who grow
in grace and knowledge in the Christian life will rule in God's
Kingdom. Then I quoted Christ's promise, that we shall reign over
the nations with Him, (Rev. 2:26-27; 3:21), and we shall reign
with Him on the earth (Rev. 5:10). I read of the Second Coming of
Christ to rule all nations, restoring peace -- Revelation 19:6,
11-16. Then I read of putting Satan away for a thousand years,
and the Kingdom of God ruling a thousand years, Revelation
20:1-6, and how converted Christians, then resurrected and
changed to spirit composition, will reign with Him.
I explained how that will complete the 7,000 years. But,
then what? What is our ultimate destiny? I read of man's ultimate
transcendent glory, once real God-like character is developed in
him in this life. I had explained how God is a family, into which
we may be born, and now in Hebrews 1-2, how Christ is now very
God, sustaining the whole universe (explaining that "all things"
means the entire universe) with His power. Then, in Hebrews 2,
beginning with verse 6, how God has put the entire universe under
man -- but (verse 8) we see not yet the whole universe under man,
but we do see Jesus, having gone on before as our Leader -- the
firstborn of many brethren (Rom. 8:29). I ended by stating how
much more wonderful is the knowledge God reveals in the Bible
than that taught by science, religion or education! They had
heard the good news (gospel) of the Kingdom of God! The people
were astonished, as in Jesus' day (Matt. 7:28).
After this last sermon, we were dinner guests at the lovely
home of Minister (Mrs.) Lim.
I have taken the time and space to give you a full synopsis
of all three sermons before those many thousands in the first of
these new public appearance campaigns in the world capitals
around the world. For I want you to see and realize that Christ's
great commission is being effectively fulfilled -- that what He has
commissioned you and me to do is getting done -- and done
effectively -- for the first time in 1,850 years and more! I want
the living Christ to be able to say to you and me, "Well done,
good and faithful servants."
I wanted you to realize it fully, because this is the most
important of the things God's tithes which you send in are going
for! God has opened the doors. God has been in it -- it has gone
out in His power! ...
It is now full steam ahead! A glorious new start, on a new
plane! We are moving on in rejuvenated power!
Thank you, dear Brethren and Co-Workers, for your loyalty,
for standing by us faithfully. We forge ahead unitedly, now, as
never before. God's blessing will continue to be with you, and
His Work!



Chapter 80
June 18, 1975 -- December 24, 1976


June 18, 1975

Dear Co-Worker with Christ:
Suppose God had called you, yourself, individually, to start
His Work for this time -- to think out the plans and ways to go
about it, to preach and publish Christ's gospel message for the
soon-coming Kingdom of God in all the world for a witness to all
nations! Would you be overwhelmed? Would you know how to go about
it? Ever think about that?
Forty-two years ago God laid that awesome responsibility
upon me. I had no money then -- not even a car. I had to hitchhike
to preach in a country schoolhouse. There was only a very small
handful of brethren to help me ....
Gradually others began joining and standing behind me as
Co-Workers with Christ in His Work. The Work grew slowly but
steadily. In three of four years we were reaching the Pacific
Northwest. In due time I was reaching the entire United States
and Canada, coast to coast ....
It took us forty years to get Christ's message with fairly
good coverage over the United States and Canada, and to a far
lesser extent, Australia, New Zealand, South Africa, Britain, and
the countries of western Europe -- the nations descended from the
so-called "lost sheep of the House of Israel." Meanwhile, of
course, more and more Co-Workers got back of this most important
operation on earth ....
Since 1968 God began opening doors through seemingly unusual
circumstances for personal meetings with kings, presidents, and
leaders in education, commerce, and industry. It was absolutely
providential. Many came to have a warm, and even affectionate
feeling toward me.
At first I didn't understand why this was happening. But I
did know it was God's doing. For doors were opening miraculously
and the warmth of their feeling toward me was far beyond normal.
In most cases I soon became acquainted with high-ranking
officials under these heads of state -- such as members of the
cabinet, members of their law-making bodies (Diet, Parliament,
etc.). Dinners were hosted in my honor. Opportunity began opening
for "testimonial dinners" where one or more high officials acted
as host, sent out invitations to the most influential leaders,
and I could have thirty-five to forty-five minutes to present a
message of the soon coming Kingdom of God.
About two years ago, God began showing us how to develop
these open doors into large-scale Public Appearance Campaigns,
reaching hundreds and thousands of leading people in these
countries.
I have come to see that the commission to take the gospel of
the Kingdom of God to all the world for a witness to all nations
could only be accomplished through the very heads of government!
I have explained this time and time again in letters,
editorials, and articles. I am now actively holding campaigns in
world capitals, speaking before professional groups, even with
heads of state worldwide! I am explaining why there is no
peace -- what is the way to peace -- why humanity cannot solve its
problems -- why Christ's coming world government is the world's
only hope! -- and what is our very purpose for being! And I am
being given grace and favor in their eyes!
These are miraculous events -- God's doing! But we all share a
human responsibility. I appreciate, more than words can express,
your faithful support -- your financial contributions, your
encouragement and prayers. I think you appreciate my efforts as
well ....
Some weeks ago I authorized the formation of a new
foundation -- the Ambassador International Cultural Foundation
(AICF). It is nonprofit, dedicated to serving humanity worldwide.
It has become a necessary adjunct to this new world-wide
dimension of getting Christ's true gospel to the nations through
heads of government.
Within the scope of AICF, we are participating in
humanitarian projects in several areas of the world. Some of the
more publicized activities you are undoubtedly already familiar
with -- the archaeological excavations at Jerusalem, the
International Cultural Center for Youth, explorations with King
Leopold III of Belgium, etc. All provide important opportunities
for demonstrating our concern for all nations. And the
Foundation -- with its message of universal understanding and
hope -- is receiving greater prestige and favor than we had hoped.
It is truly becoming a wonderful tool for getting the Work
done ....


August 21, 1975

Dear Brethren and Co-Workers with Christ:
It keeps on happening -- at accelerating pace! Another head of
state -- President Mujibur Rahman of Bangladesh -- whom I have
recently visited, was slain last Friday morning at predawn, in a
military coup.
Bangladesh is, politically, a new country. It emerged from
the very recent Pakistani war as probably the most poverty
stricken and illiterate nation on earth. I learned while there
that during the last three or four days of the war, the enemy
sought out all the leaders and people of education they could
corral together, and executed them before firing squads -- so as to
leave the country almost destitute of educated people for
leadership.
President Rahman had been confined in the enemy jail as a
political prisoner. On release, he was acclaimed as a great hero,
and took over the lead of the nation. He was a "rough-and-ready"
type of man, yet I was much impressed with his abilities, and
told him so.
Governments are being overthrown at the rate of one a month
around the world now. In many cases these overthrows have
involved either men I knew, or circumstances in which I had some
indirect contact. When men I have known personally, like this,
are being mowed down in government violence, it strikes home. It
makes me realize the times we are living in -- how close we are
now, to the end of this world (or age).
Such government overthrows have prevented my planned
campaigns in South Vietnam, Ethiopia, Afghanistan and Chile. I
have said before, we must move from now on as swiftly as
possible, for nations are being continually overthrown where we
have made progress in planning campaigns.
The world picture right now is in a sort of paradox. On the
one hand, conditions of violence are worse than ever. But on the
other, the general economic worldwide recession seems to have
turned the corner. Economic conditions in the United States are
looking up for a gradual upswing, which I hope and pray will help
you Co-Workers.
In this Work of the living God, the new Foundation (the
Ambassador International Cultural Foundation -- AICF) is making a
sensational start. Several prominent Members of the Japanese Diet
(their Congress) are coming to Pasadena for an important meeting
here next Wednesday night. I shall be leaving the next morning
for Tokyo, for a meeting there, to be followed by meetings in
Bangkok and Munich, West Germany.
Wednesday, August 27, 1975: Morning news on radio and
television -- too late for morning papers -- Haile Selassie of
Ethiopia is dead. Nothing more than that announced so far. No one
knows where he has been held, except a few top officials of the
new military government which overthrew his government about a
year ago, taking the Emperor captive. He was just eight days
older than I. One of his last acts before being taken captive was
to send me a telegram of congratulation on my 83rd birthday.
Tonight is a big night here on campus. There will be a
concert in the new Ambassador Auditorium, and dinner welcoming
the Honorable Bunsei Sato and the Honorable Toshio Yamaguchi of
Japan, (two of my "Japanese sons"), Members of the Japanese Diet,
and the Honorable Keiichi Tachibana, Consul General of Japan (Los
Angeles).
Then, early tomorrow I leave for Tokyo ....


Johannesburg
May 28, 1976

Dear Brethren and Co-Workers in Christ:
I have just come from a press conference attended by
reporters who are representatives of all newspapers, television
and radio stations. After the main conference, which lasted over
two hours, I did a television interview and then, by tape, a
radio interview. This is Friday, and we hope we catch all Sunday
papers. The television interview was also taped and will be on
the one and only television station here in this city of one and
one-half million people at 8 o'clock tonight.
This is my first visit to South Africa ....
We made stops at Oman and Kuwait, two of the oil-rich Arab
countries of the Middle East. Conferences were set up at Oman for
a stopover on our return from South Africa. At Kuwait I had a
very fine meeting with the Head of State, Sheikh Saba Al Salem
Al-Sabah. He is an absolute ruler, since the form of government
is an absolute monarchy. Kuwait City has grown to be a city of
about a half million people and, since the virtual destruction of
Beirut by civil war, Kuwait is probably due now to be the
financial capital of the entire Arab Middle East. Our conference
there was very successful and will bear much fruit ....
This is the time when we must all put our shoulders to the
wheel -- make any and every financial sacrifice possible to move
ahead with ever-increasing momentum.
Here in South Africa I have a very heavy schedule. I will be
speaking constantly before such business men's groups as Rotary,
Kiwanis, Lions? etc. -- before our local churches and with public
campaigns in Capetown, Durban and here in Johannesburg.
Hopefully we shall now be going back into Reader's Digest
with double-page ads in the South African edition ....


June 28, 1976

Dear Brethren and Co-Workers with Christ:
I have just returned from one of the most -- possibly the
most -- successful trips ever in God's Work.
First I flew to two Arab oil states -- Oman, and Kuwait. I met
important leaders at Oman, but Sultan Qaboos bin Said was out of
the country, so I plan to return. At Kuwait I had a very fine
meeting with Sheikh Sabah Al-Salem Al-Sabah, who is both Chief of
State and executive leader in an absolute monarchy.
Since Beirut -- capital of Lebanon -- has been almost destroyed
by civil war, it probably will no longer be the financial capital
of the Arab world, and Kuwait may now assume that position. It is
a very new and modern city, exceedingly oil-rich ....
We went directly from the Sheikh's palace to the airport and
flew on to Johannesburg, South Africa, arriving after dark ....
Mr. Robert Fahey, our Regional Director for South Africa,
and one or two of his assistants, met us at the airport.
This was my first visit to South Africa. I was several years
overdue there. We had many students from South Africa all through
the years of Ambassador College at Bricket Wood, England. It was
a joy to renew aquaintances with some of them; now married
couples with children.
had to appear at planned meetings virtually morning, noon and
night. I must have spoken before some twenty-nine or thirty
groups -- from a few small groups of thirty to fifty up to public
meetings of Plain Truth subscribers of over 1,000. I spoke before
the Rotary Clubs of Johannesburg, Durban and Cape Town; Lions
Clubs; Zionist groups in two cities; at press conferences in all
three major cities, and was interviewed on radio and television.
I had a half-hour meeting with Mr. John Vorster -- the Prime
Minister -- and more than an hour with the former President of
South Africa, Mr. J.J. Fouche ....
There was a special noon-day meeting of community leaders in
the neighboring town of Edenvale, where I was personally invited
by the mayor, an avid Plain Truth reader. There was another
luncheon in the very elaborate office in Cape Town of the
Chairman of the South Africa Foundation. He also is the Chairman
or President of the largest bank in the country. He, too, is an
enthusiastic reader of The Plain Truth.
I was actually astonished when nearly every official, or
person of importance (including the President), mentioned being a
Plain Truth reader, most of them for years. The Plain Truth
circulation in South Africa is currently 100,000.
We received a special telephone invitation from a former
mayor and civic leader at Port Elizabeth, fourth largest city
(250,000), to speak and be his guest at dinner that evening.
Present at the meeting he had arranged were the mayor, sitting
next to me at the speaker's table, and the head of just about
every phase of government, university, what-have-you -- all leading
citizens and wives -- 660 altogether.
We also took the time to fly to the capital city of
South-West Africa, Windhoek, where the South Africa Foundation
had arranged a noon luncheon with the nine leaders of that
state -- including two blacks and two Colored ....
The semipublic personal appearances came last. I say
semi-public because there had been virtually no effort to get the
general public out to these larger-scale meetings -- little or no
advertising -- just invitations sent to Plain Truth subscribers.
The first was at Durban, on our second visit there. They had
engaged a hotel ballroom seating 800. About 950 came. People were
standing all along the side walls and back wall, and even an
overflow in an adjoining room.
At Cape Town the same thing happened. More than a thousand
came -- with standing room only.
The final two nights were for the Johannesburg meetings. But
the riots had started two nights before. And a sudden cold snap
with winds (it was winter in the southern hemisphere) caused
perhaps more than half those who planned to come to stay home. We
had perhaps about 800 the first night and 750 the second. But
they were very attentive and interested audiences. A local motion
picture theatre manager said his attendances had been cut to
one-fourth those evenings.
Those audiences heard the true gospel of the Kingdom of God
which the world has not heard for 1,900 years ....


July 20, 1976

Dear Co-Workers with Christ:
This morning at 5.12 a.m. (Pacific daylight time), I sat in
our Ambassador Auditorium here in Pasadena, looking in on Mission
Control headquarters, located only walking distance away, as
scientists manipulated at JPL (Jet Propulsion Laboratory) the
safe landing of Viking I on Mars.
The JPL scientists had cooperated with Ambassador College so
that everything at Mission Control -- as the scientists maneuvered
the Mars landing -- was shown on a large screen in our auditorium.
We had opened the auditorium to the public. A thousand or more
were there.
I had risen at 3.30 a.m. Many had been watching in the
auditorium from 11 p.m. last night. I arrived in the auditorium
just before 5 a.m.
The Viking I spacecraft is a marvel of mechanical precision.
It landed safely right on schedule at 5:12 a.m. (It actually
landed at 4:53 a.m. Pacific daylight time, but due to the vast
distance, the signal did not reach Mission Control at Pasadena
until 5:12 a.m.).
Enthusiastic applause -- filling the auditorium -- greeted the
landing.
Very soon, just before 6 a.m., the first strip of two
spectacular pictures arrived. We at the Ambassador Auditorium
were looking in, just as if we were in Mission Control ourselves.
Dr. Thomas Munch, geology professor and leader of the team of
scientists in the Mission Control room, gave a cry of delight as
the first strip of the first picture came through. As strip after
strip of the pictures came through, he was unable to conceal his
excitement. As the strips were pieced together, the scientists
were absolutely amazed at the quality and clarity of the pictures
of the Mars surface -- pictures taken perhaps only four or five
feet above the surface. It was just as if a man were standing
there, pointing his camera straight down, taking close-up
pictures of the Mars surface.
Later, the second picture looked out over the landscape to
the horizon. The pictures showed a Martian surface as a sandy
desert littered with rocks -- from very minute size up to perhaps a
foot or more in diameter.
But I had to think -- it showed precisely what I had expected
from what is revealed from the God of Creation in the Bible. It
was a dry, barren surface of decay and futility -- total
unproductiveness.
So you can realize the thrill I experienced, seeing in our
own House of God Auditorium, the first real close-up photographs
from the very surface of Mars, confirming the state the Bible
reveals such planets are in today ....


August 19, 1976

Dear Brethren and Co-Workers with Christ,
I have just spent another four days and five nights in
Jerusalem.
Jerusalem! -- the city God chose over all places on earth. The
city from which for a span of time God has hidden His face (Jer.
33:5) -- yet the city God shall yet choose as His city (Zech.
1:17). The city soon to become the capital of the whole
world -- when, finally, we shall have world peace!
Jerusalem is a city important to God -- it ought to be
important to us! So I want to tell you about my most recent visit
there. It is a city I have visited many, many times.
My first visit to Jerusalem was a mere short stop at
Jerusalem airport (not now in regular use) in 1956 -- twenty years
ago -- en route from Cairo to Baghdad. Just setting foot on the
ground of its airport for the first time was a thrill. It gave me
sort of a sense of awe. With my wife and elder son, Dick, we
stopped again at Jerusalem on the return -- first visiting the "old
city" then in Arab hands -- then walking, luggage in hand, through
the "Mandelbaum Gate" (no man's land) into the newer Israeli
Jerusalem.
Back in 1969 and 1970, when our joint participation with the
Hebrew University in the huge archaeological excavation at the
east wall of the Temple Mount was getting well under way, General
Yigal Yadin, organizer of the Israeli army and Chief of Staff
from 1948, referred to my arrivals there as "monthly visits." In
many ways I have had a deep personal interest in Jerusalem since
December 1, 1968. On that date, in a formal ceremony at the
palace of the late President Shazar, Ambassador College entered
into this joint participation formally with Hebrew University and
the Israel Archaeological Society.
"Do you want a formal, legal contract?" I was asked. "My
word is good," I replied. "And I believe yours is, too, without
any legal entanglements." That was good enough for them, and our
friendship and mutual participation has grown ever since.
Our very important friends in Israel -- from the President and
Prime Minister of the country on down in the government -- and from
President Harmon and Vice President on down in the University,
have been not only most friendly and cordial, but
more -- affectionate! And so I thought that in this letter, you
might like to hear a report on this latest Jerusalem visit.
We arrived Thursday -- late afternoon. Friday morning, Mayor
Teddy Kollek met us at the Jerusalem Hilton Hotel at ten. He took
us on a two and a half hour tour of portions of the "old city"
where the Mayor has been supervising rejuvenation and rebuilding.
After all the years of being "trodden down by the Gentiles" the
old walled city has become dirty, decayed -- anything but
beautiful. But Mayor Kollek is restoring much of its original
beauty.
Israel is a very poor country -- economically. The government
does not have billions upon billions of dollars for such
purposes. Much of this restoration is being done by volunteer
labor. It made me think of the early days in building Ambassador
College.
In those days, as we purchased gradually more and more
property, we used old, dilapidated frame houses for many
purposes -- we used volunteer student labor -- we improvised as was
necessary to keep building and growing. That is the way the
Israelis are doing in building up their country.
First the Mayor took us through the citadel -- or the "Tower
of David." This is an agglomeration of old buildings, inside the
northwest corner of the walled city. Some of these old brick and
stone buildings date back to the second century B.C. The northern
tower of the citadel has been known as the Tower of David since
Byzantine times -- but neither the citadel nor Tower of David have
any connection with the ancient King David.
There are many walls and many rooms, and it is being
restored into beautiful and modern condition.
From the citadel we were taken over to the old Jewish
quarter of the old walled city. Here are a cluster of low, domed
houses. Very old. Very unimpressive from the outside. But
entering, we were struck by the beauty, the majesty of the
rooms -- the high ceilings which had looked like very low buildings
from the dingy old outside. But Mayor Kollek had done a
remarkable job of restoring this area. There were about four
synagogues -- each in a different room in the same building -- now
very modern, very bright and beautiful on the interiors.
I was really impressed with all the plans Mayor Kollek told
us he has in mind for renewing and re-beautifying the city of
Jerusalem.
I could especially appreciate it, personally, since I
have -- the past thirty years -- gone through the job of building
Ambassador College in Pasadena (not to speak of similar jobs at
the other two campuses). It was built out of what -- at the lower
down-hill level -- had been the nearest thing to a slum section
Pasadena had. We were then buying up the property -- a forty-foot
lot at a time -- usually with two old shacks -- one behind the
other -- on each narrow forty-foot lot. With the fine help I have
had, we have built this area of Pasadena into a campus that twice
in the past two years has won the national award of being the
most beautiful, the best landscaped and best maintained campus in
the United States! ...
Mayor Kollek then took the group of us to a special
restaurant for lunch. There, several other friends joined us.
After that, we drove to the site of the new Liberty Bell Park.
I was scheduled to be there on July 2 for the official
ground-breaking ceremony for building the new park in the heart
of the new city. I had undertaken to build the children's
playground area of the new city park. The last day of June, I had
boarded the G-II jet aircraft, bound for Jerusalem. We were
forced down at Bangor, Maine after crossing the United States
from southwest to northeast, as I think I wrote you before. We
had a cracked window in the cockpit. We were forced to return to
Pasadena -- flying at low altitude. So the Mayor conducted that
ceremony alone.
When we reached the park area, I saw a large sign posted, in
both Hebrew and English, saying:

"Under Construction Here:
A Children's Playground
A Gift Of
The Ambassador International Cultural Foundation
H.W. Armstrong, President"

Sabbath afternoon we had a Bible study in my hotel suite at
the Jerusalem Hilton. About thirty came ....


December 24, 1976

Dear Brethren and Co-Workers in Christ,
Very few men in this world know personally as many heads of
governments as I. Yet I am absolutely amazed at how short a
period of time most of them last. Many have a tenure in
office -- if they stay healthy -- of only four to six years. Many die
in office. Some are assassinated -- others shot down in a military
coup or violent overthrow of government. Some are forced to
resign.
I think over, in my mind, about many I have known, some
closely and intimately -- now gone! One was Prime Minister Eisaku
Sato of Japan ....Before he died last year, he received the Nobel
Peace Prize.
There was Emperor Haile Selassie of Ethiopia, taken prisoner
in a military coup which overthrew his long-established
government. He died in military custody.
There was President Allende of Chile, machine-gunned in the
very room where I had the private conference.
There was President Rahman of Bangladesh, asassinated in an
overthrow of his poverty-stricken, illiteracy-cursed country.
There was the king of Afghanistan, whom I was invited to
visit, but who was overthrown and driven to European exile before
my visit could be arranged.
There have been others, affectionate friends of mine, whose
terms of office have expired, such as V.V. Giri, ex-President of
India.
Prime Minister Thanin Kraivichien of Thailand has been
driven from office in a military coup, again overthrowing the
Thai government. He is being held in "protective custody." Three
weeks before this military coup, I had a private meeting with him
in his office in Bangkok, and that night he sat next to me at a
banquet.
I see these heads of state personally. I see them in
trouble. And, very often I soon get news that they are dead! Men
I know! Men with whom I have had private talks!
Perhaps it is not quite as real to you. You have not known
those men in a close, personal way, as I have. It has struck
close to me! Yet I try to share my experiences with all of you to
help you also feel the reality of what is going on.
For what it portends as absolutely certain soon to strike is
going to affect you, personally, just as much as me -- and perhaps
a lot more terrifyingly unless you are as ready as I.
It means the end of this world, as currently organized, is
upon us!
God Almighty sent Jonah to warn the Gentile city Nineveh!
They heeded his warning. And the destruction did not come,
because God saw their deep repentance -- their turning from their
evil ways -- He heard their desperate prayers asking for mercy!
But God said that if He sends a prophet to modern Israel as
He now uses us to warn the people of America, Canada, Britain,
Western Europe, Australia, New Zealand and South Africa, they by
nature will not heed! So, if they don't, then I tell you what is
certain to happen.
Let me give you a picture of it from God's own Word, as God
Himself had it pictured!
"Howl ye, for the day of the Lord is at hand; it shall come
as a destruction from the Almighty. Therefore shall all hands be
faint and every man's heart shall melt: and they shall be afraid:
pain as a woman that travaileth: they shall be amazed one at
another; ... Behold, the day of the Lord cometh, cruel both with
wrath and fierce anger, to lay the land desolate: and he shall
destroy the sinners thereof out of it" (Isa. 13:6-9).
These world happenings now are not just routine world news!
They signal the great world crisis that will usher in the
government of God to finally and effectively bring peace at last.
They are God's loving warning to us, of the fast-coming supreme
crisis at the end of this world's society, civilization,
governments -- man's whole evil system.
Then, afterward, shall come the happy, peaceful World
Tomorrow, ruled by the government of the living God!
Dear Co-Workers, I hope you realize ours is not an easy job.
The living Christ has called us to labor together to warn this
world. In Jesus Christ is the only hope and safety! Some are
going to heed our message and receive God's protection through
the tribulation (Luke 21:36).
Together we have been given the job to prepare the way for
Christ's return (Matt. 24:14). It is a privilege and
responsibility no other generation has shared. It will also mean
a better reward! God rewards us individually according to our
works -- our zeal and wholeheartedness in supporting and carrying
out the greatest task in this world.



Chapter 81
February 25, 1977 -- June 22, 1978


February 25, 1977

Dear Co-Workers With Christ:

I am writing from Bucharest, Romania. I am spending two or
three weeks at the Otopeni Clinic, famous over all of Europe,
recharging tired batteries.
I have kidded about being thirty-seven going on thirty-six.
It is acknowledged by all, so far as I know, that I appear to be
at least some twenty years younger than I actually am ....
But there may have been a slight misunderstanding in some of
this, and I wish to be utterly frank, and not to pretend. It is
true, the dynamic power, energy and drive has been there. It is
true that probably not one in a hundred half my age could do the
work that I have been doing.
But what I feel most of you have not realized is that much
if not most of all that energy, vitality, drive and power has
come from two sources -- God, of course (Isa. 40:29-31), and sheer
determination and self-drive, even when I did not feel up to it.
But it's like one lady wrote to me years ago: "You may stand
in that pulpit and preach with the energy and power of a forty
year old, but you must remember you are standing on
eighty-year-old legs."
Under the strenuous travel, with the continuous speeches
before Rotary Clubs, Lions Clubs, Kiwanis, Knights of Columbus,
etc., etc., besides numerous other meetings with leaders around
the world, I have had to keep up constant writing, besides the
oversight of the entire vast worldwide Work ....
I feel that God will continue renewing my youth and physical
vigor and mental powers as long as necessary to get His job done.
I have had to come to realize that this excessively arduous job
of this new dimension, getting into nations where doors were
closed to the gospel before, traveling the whole wide earth -- is
one few could endure. While I was driving myself on, even in
fatigue, my physical body was taking a beating.
There was a time when Jesus needed to take off a little time
and go aside to a quiet place and get some rest. So I have
decided I must also.
I am not here because of faith in man's modern methods, but
by faith in Christ, for all healing is in Christ -- and being here
in a position of enforced rest from strenuous routine and travel
keeps me in regular hours of health-meals -- and I cannot have this
opportunity to recoup vitality while still traveling and
constantly speaking ....In a couple of weeks I'll be back on the
job as vigorously as ever.
My left ankle received a serious sprain three months ago,
after speaking to a packed auditorium in Port Elizabeth, South
Africa. A sprain, as I have learned, is worse than a break. It
seems to me mostly healed by now but is still far from being back
to normal. I have had to learn to walk all over again, and still
am a bit unsteady. But God is with me, and I need your prayers!
I have at least ten more years of vigorous active work
needed to finish the Work that God has committed to me -- or less,
if God cuts time shorter.
Meanwhile, news from Pasadena is that all is well. Our Great
God is on His throne!


In Flight, Republic of Transkei to Cape Town, South Africa
March 22, 1977

Dear Co-Workers with Christ:

An hour ago I had just ended an address before the ministers
of the world's newest government, the entire legislative assembly
and others of the general public ....
It was a rare once-in-several-lifetimes experience. Because
a week ago across Africa on the west coast I addressed the eighty
or eighty-five delegates who were drafting a new constitution for
another soon-to-be new nation, Southwest Africa. I addressed them
in their famous Turnhalle in Windhoek, their capital city. They
held this special session for the sole purpose of hearing my
address. Everyone I talked to in Cape Town, it seemed, was simply
amazed that such a special session had been called to hear an
address from one of another country.
So far this has been one of the busiest, most productive
trips of my life. Mr. Robert Fahey, Manager of our South African
office in Johannesburg, surely takes me seriously when I give my
age as "thirty-seven going on thirty-six." Not many of that age
could keep up the pace he has set for me -- and he does the
planning for my South African trips before I come. There have
been meetings, addresses, speeches, interviews, luncheons,
dinners planned for morning, noon, afternoon and night nearly
every day ....
However, my badly sprained ankle (it happened last November
11 just after I finished a campaign speech before hundreds in
Port Elizabeth, South Africa, on my last trip down here before
this one) has improved.
I will try to fill you in on what's happened so far on this
trip.
I had been in Bucharest, Romania, expecting to stay two more
days, when I was suddenly called to London by telephone. This got
me out of there just barely the day before that devastating
earthquake (7.2 on the Richter scale). In London on Thursday
night I had dinner with all the ministers stationed in England we
could get together. On that Sabbath I preached once again at
Bricket Wood. By telephone they managed to reach about all from
the London church and also several from churches to the north in
England, so the gymnasium was well filled.
After another day or two in London and stopover in Rome, we
left Rome Wednesday, arriving Johannesburg at 1 a.m. Thursday
morning. It was 3:30 a.m. by the time I had gotten from the
airport into the city, my luggage brought to the room, and I had
turned out the bedside light to get some sleep. I had to rise
early enough to drive to Pretoria to speak at a luncheon before
the Rotary Club of Pretoria. At 2:45 of the same afternoon we met
with the new Mayor of Pretoria in his very elegant office at City
Hall. We found him to be an ardent reader of The Plain Truth. He
asked me to autograph two different issues for him and another
piece of white paper for his son. Dinner that evening in
Johannesburg with Mr. Fahey and his chief assistants.
Friday, March 11: Luncheon engagement with Mr. and Mrs. Owen
Williams at Ellis Park (he is the leading tennis promoter in
South Africa), together with Arthur Ashe (he is President of the
Black Tennis Foundation). A connection is being considered with
AICF to assist underprivileged and promising blacks to develop
and enjoy tennis. During our talk following lunch we were able to
watch Bjorn Borg (Swedish and Wimbledon champion) defeating Fred
McMillan. That night we had dinner with several of our South
African ministers and their wives ....
March 13: ... I had a day of rest -- but I wrote an article or
two ....
Monday, March 14: In the morning flew to Windhoek, Southwest
Africa (Namibia). Arrived 12:30 p.m .... At 3 p.m. met Mayor and
Mrs. Yssel, Mayor of Windhoek. Mayor Yssel is a Plain Truth
reader, though he holds to his own Protestant beliefs. Also
present were the City Secretary and the City Engineer. The Mayor
welcomed us to Windhoek and presented me with the Windhoek
Yearbook. We discussed my worldwide work and portions of the book
of Revelation. Our visit was forty-six minutes ....
6:30 p.m. Came the big event. Representatives of eleven
population groups who were framing the constitution for the new
nation ... came in special session to their grand meeting room to
hear my address. They had been meeting since September, 1975, in
a constitutional convention at Turnhalle to draft a
constitution ....
I emphasized the difficulties they face in starting a new
nation and new government in today's world with governments of
nations crumbling at the rate of one a month. I then explained
how this whole confused world -- chaos in government -- as well as in
all society worldwide -- had started at the incident of the
forbidden fruit. How angels had first inhabited the
earth -- rejected God's government based on God's law of love and
turned to the way of life of "get" instead of God's way of "give"
or love. How Adam and Eve had disbelieved God, believed Satan's
deceptive lies, took to themselves the knowledge of right and
wrong, rejected the government of God and cut themselves and
their posterity (all mankind) off from God.
Whereupon God adopted the "hands off" policy toward humanity
for 6,000 years. Now man had been left to devise his own
government, his own religion, educational system, commerce and
industry and total society and way of living.
Today's world with its scores of varied man-made governments
and all this world's evils was the result. I explained how God
knew that, left to himself, man would within 6,000 years destroy
himself -- and that we have reached the very last generation of
this present evil world. For the first time in human history the
weapons of mass destruction exist that can erase all human life
from this earth -- unless Almighty God intervenes to save us from
ourselves. How God reserved to Himself the right to intervene if
and when necessary for His ultimate purpose -- that mankind learns
that only God's way of love can bring peace and happiness.
I mentioned how God had intervened in the case of Abraham,
Moses and the ancient nation Israel; Christ and the Church. How
Christ's gospel was the announcement of the restoration of the
government of God to bring the world peace and happiness -- but how
they put Him to death and suppressed His gospel announcement of
the Kingdom of God before the end of the first century. The world
went on ignorant of God and His ways.
Today we approach the end of the 6,000 years and of this
civilization. We have reached the last generation -- the very
generation in which the nations would destroy all humanity in
nuclear war -- unless God intervenes to save humanity alive. He
raised me up for the purpose once again in this final generation
of getting out the gospel announcement just before it happens.
Then I said: "You gentlemen are faced with the solemn task
of trying to hammer out another new government in the kind of
world we live in today. In such a world you have to deal with
other nations, and you will not be able to form a government
based on God's law, for you would be a lamb among wolves. But you
can try to form a government that gives equal justice,
opportunity, protection and concern for the welfare of your own
people in your domestic policies. And the nearer you can come to
forming foreign policies and pursuing dealings with other nations
as nearly like God's way as possible, the more you will be
specially blessed by the God who is Creator and supreme Ruler
over all. And you will live into His wonderful World
Tomorrow -- when the Kingdom of God rules your people and all the
world in peace and happiness and well-being and joy. It is the
way -- and the only way that will lead to God and the welfare of us
all."
That in essence was my message to them. God strengthened me
to deliver it to them in power and with authority and I can say
truthfully that they were really moved and impressed.
I give you this much detail because I wanted you Co-Workers
to know just how this urgent and necessary gospel message is now
reaching the heads of governments around the earth. I feel that
my message this afternoon ... was even stronger, with greater power
and authority, and I know it shook and moved the audience,
including the lawmakers and the heads of those who execute the
law in that nation.
Much more work lies ahead for me here, in South Africa the
next several days. Expect to be in Durban for Passover ....


April 18, 1977

Dear Brethren of God's Church:
This is a very personal announcement. Forty-three years ago
God committed to me His great commission -- to carry Christ's
gospel -- the Kingdom of God -- to all the world. It is a staggering
responsibility! In many ways He had prepared me for it in
advance. Apart from organization, I have had to rely on God for
private, personal needs as well.
Even before He thrust me into His Work, God provided the
wife of my youth. He used her in bringing about my conversion,
and for fifty happily married years giving me the needed
closeness and warmth of companionship, love, affection and
inspiration only a wife can give.
Since her death, God miraculously has opened to me doors
(Rev. 3:8) to kings, emperors, presidents and prime ministers, so
that Christ's message may be taken into nations whose doors were
closed to this message. At this stage no one but myself can do
this. And I could not endure the grueling worldwide travel had
not God blessed me with youthful vigor, vitality, and energy
(Isa. 40:28-31), enabling me to carry on more vigorously than one
in a hundred half my calendar age. This almost constant travel
(last year 300 out of 365 days) and loneliness has re-awakened me
to the serious need God recognized when He said, "It is not good
that a man should be alone."
Directly or indirectly, you brethren are all my sons and
daughters in the Lord. But I am nonetheless human. Like the
Apostle Paul said, "We also are men, of like nature with you."
God says through James, "Elijah was a man of like nature with
ourselves." Paul said, "Am I not an apostle? ... Do we not have the
right to be accompanied by a wife?" (RSV). People do sometimes
forget an apostle has personal needs.
Of course no one could take the place of my beloved wife of
fifty years. But the Work of God must go on, finishing the great
commission God committed to me, in this new and most important
phase of the entire Work. And God now has graciously provided the
wife to be constantly at my side -- a woman truly led by God's Holy
Spirit. We have given the matter much time, to be sure it has
grown into true love and like-minded rapport, as well as
definitely sure it is God's will.
This is to announce my marriage to Ramona Martin, in an
informal and simple ceremony, attended only by our respective
families on Sunday, April 17.


May 16, 1977

Dear Brethren of God's Church,
This may be the most important letter I have ever
written ....
I have just returned from the Big Sandy (Texas) campus
graduation. I have not been able to go to Big Sandy but rarely -- I
think a year ago was the last time -- and what I saw there was a
real eye-opener. Attending graduation exercises were two or three
bank presidents, presidents and vice presidents of other colleges
in east Texas; important business men, multi-millionaire oil men,
Several of these -- the most important men in east
Texas -- congratulated me on the fact that Ambassador College at
Big Sandy has given all of east Texas a new cultural
awakening -- and made a tremendous uplift in the morale and the
uplifted life of the whole area.
But it made me sick at heart -- my heart literally ached to
realize that the financial situation may probably cause the
closure of Ambassador College, Big Sandy. This college has earned
and now has the enthusiastic goodwill and praise of the whole
section -- within an area of at least a 100-mile diameter. Pray
with me God will send a miracle to prevent it ....
But, as I wrote you in the letter read on April 27, God
committed to me in July, 1933, Christ's great commission -- to take
Christ's gospel announcement to the whole world for a witness to
all nations.
God did not call me into the college business -- as a
business. I must keep the priorities straight as He gives them to
me, for I shall have to give account to Christ when He comes!
But by 1947 it finally became necessary to found Ambassador
College. There were reasons why it had to start in Pasadena. God
miraculously opened the doors to start it there, when we had no
money to start it with.
I had been used to raise up the parent church at Eugene,
Oregon with nineteen members in 1933. It grew. God opened radio
to me January, 1934. The Plain Truth was born February 1, 1934. I
held nightly evangelistic meetings in or near Eugene for some two
years. We went on radio in Portland, Seattle, Spokane. I began
holding meetings in Seattle and elsewhere -- where God had added
members to form a small local church. But I could not preach at
Eugene, Jefferson, Portland, Seattle, Creswell and other churches
all at once on the same Sabbath. There was not enough of me.
Ambassador College became necessary to train ministers for
new local churches beginning to rise up rapidly. The college
started October 8, 1947, after I had learned what birth pangs
were.
The purpose of the college was to provide personnel for the
work -- and ministers to feed the flock that was growing 30 percent
per year.
As I said, I have to consider the priorities.
Let me give them to you.
First, above priorities for the Work itself, priority number
one is the necessity of a spiritual revival in the whole Church.
Without that, the whole Work is skidding on the way down -- and
out! It is just that serious!
I have started setting the example by five days fasting and
prayer, and I am going back to it with my whole heart -- I hope for
the next five days! ...
First priority in the Work is the open door program -- in
which Christ is opening doors which I am personally walking
through, to kings, presidents, emperors, prime ministers, their
cabinet members, parliament members, and others of high
position -- judges, bank presidents, university presidents, etc.
Right now this is first on the priority list in God's sight,
because the first thing on God's mind is restoring the government
of God to this earth, and this new phase of the Work -- the open
door operation worldwide is the present activity leading to it.
How significant that the very first priority -- the most
important phase of the Work, is lowest on the budget-cost
allocations. Of course tied with it is the AICF which has been
producing sensational results.
Today, among other major priorities is The Plain Truth,
especially the newsstand circulation. Along with this is the
Correspondence Course ....
Another equally important part of the great commission is
television and radio. This must be tremendously stepped up.
Exceedingly important to all of us, and to you brethren is
our Pastoral Administration Department ....
You can't perform miracles. But God can -- has done it always
before when we put our hearts fully into our beseeching Him -- and
will now. I know that what you can do by sacrificing other things
and sending in money is limited -- but what can be done by your
urgent prayers is unlimited. We need now a miracle. We will need
miracles in the future.
Please go to your knees and ask for it. Ask believingly!


July 21, 1977

Dear Brethren and Co-Workers with Christ:
It is Tuesday morning July 19. We are in flight in our G-II
from Tokyo to Hong Kong. We have on board one of my "Japanese
sons" -- a high Member of the Japanese Diet, with his very charming
wife and two of their three sons.
Last Sabbath we had a private dinner in the private dining
room connecting with the Fontainebleue Restaurant atop the
Imperial Hotel with the Ambassador of Israel and his wife, with
other members of the Israeli Embassy and their wives, making it a
total of twelve at the dinner. There immediately followed a
Sabbath afternoon service attended by some 200 Plain Truth
readers.
Last night was the big night of the visit to Tokyo -- a most
important banquet with about 150 in attendance, including several
high in the Japanese government with thirteen ambassadors from as
many countries. Most of my "Japanese sons" -- all Members of the
Japanese Diet -- were present. I was guest of honor and main
speaker. I did get over to them the good news announcement of the
Kingdom of God.
I mentioned, first, that I had a very happy announcement to
make. I then mentioned that some three years ago I had been guest
speaker at a luncheon in Addis Ababa, Ethiopia, attended by
nineteen ambassadors -- official representatives of nineteen
nations -- and most of their wives. Everyone was so jovial in a
bedlam of laughing conversation that I then said this was
evidence that all our nations could live happily at peace as we
were doing. I said, last night, that "tonight I will go further.
I announce to you tonight, that, in our very present living
generation, all nations will come to live happily and joyfully
together in world peace. We will not bring this about ourselves,"
I said. "We humans have brought only trouble, pain and
suffering -- discontent, injustice, and unhappiness on ourselves!
"Governments are now being overthrown at the rate of one a
month. This will accelerate. For the first time in all history,
since 1950, man has created the weapons of mass destruction that
can erase all life from this planet Earth. We humans are going to
bring conditions to the very brink of total disaster! Our number
one problem now is survival of the human race!
"Many world-famous scientists say our only hope is the
emergence of a one world super-government to rule all nations.
One of our great weekly news magazines in the United States said
in an editorial that it would seem that mankind's only hope now
is the sudden intervention of an unseen strong hand from some
place.
"The editor meant," I said, "the intervention of God, the
Creator of the Japanese people and all the peoples and races of
the earth.
"I am here to announce to you tonight that in our present
living generation humanity will bring things to the place that,
unless there is that supernatural Divine intervention, no human
would be left alive. But, just before that happens, God Almighty
will intervene, and save humanity alive. And He will then set up
over us the Kingdom of God -- the same super-government to rule all
nations which scientists say is our only hope.
"Mankind then will be governed by God's laws of love -- of
giving -- of helping, sharing, serving. It makes no difference
whether you believe that or not. It is sure! It is as certain as
the rising and setting of the sun. I have announced it to you.
Your ears have heard it! It's your only hope. Thank you, ladies
and gentlemen!" ...
In Hong Kong I will speak at a special dinner of the highest
people, and hope to give them the same message.
Remember our serious needs in your heartrending prayers. I
am on a very long and strenuous trip. From Hong Kong we go to New
Delhi, where I am to speak to a very large audience, then on to
Israel, and then to three countries on the West African coast,
and then Pasadena.

P.S. From Hong Kong. This is Thursday, July 21. The dinner
last night had to be canceled because of a typhoon which hit Hong
Kong yesterday.


Excerpts from Address to the 1978 Ministerial Conference.
March 1978

First, I want to say a few words about my illness. Last August I
was scripturally dead. The doctor called it heart failure. When I
first realized what had happened, that my heart and breath had
both stopped, I will say here what has subsequently been told to
me, because I don't remember a bit of it. But the nurse who was
in charge has told me that she came in and saw that my face was
ashen white, and immediately she took my pulse and there wasn't
any.
So the blood was not circulating, not to show even one point
on the blood-pressure instrument.
So then they started working over me, and I think Ted
anointed me. My wife's sister was there. This was because my
wife, who feared something like this, had kept her there, because
she was experienced in first-aid and things of that kind. She and
the nurse used mouth resuscitation and heart massage until they
got me breathing.
The nurse's estimate from the time she had noticed this
until I began taking the first breath was at least thirty
seconds. She said it was a minute and a half, though, that it was
touch and go, because I'd lapse back and quit breathing. And
after about a minute and a half I was breathing enough on my own,
and I've continued all right since, and I hope the rest of the
life that God wants for me on earth.
Had not skilled nurses been present to administer instant
mouth-to-mouth resuscitation and heart massage, I tell you that
as far as I was personally concerned I wouldn't be here today.
Shortly after they'd told me what had happened, I felt that
if my work in God's hands were finished and God didn't have any
further use for me in His Work, that I would rather have remained
dead. Because if they hadn't intervened I would have been buried
in two or three days.
But I realize that God had shown me something by two
miracles. No. 1, He restored my life when I was already past
eighty-five years of age. And this was very shortly, as a matter
of fact, about twenty days after my eighty-fifth birthday.
And, second, neither I nor my nurses had ever heard of
anyone of like age being restored by that process after almost
complete loss of mind, my brain virtually a vegetable. And I was
restored with my mind just as intact as it ever was.
Back at conversion over fifty years ago, I gave my life to
Jesus Christ. I had come to the place fifty years ago that I
figured I was -- I called it then -- a burned-out hunk of junk that
wasn't even fit to throw on the junk pile. And I said to Jesus
Christ. "If You can use this worthless life, I'm giving it to
You, and my life is not my own from here on."
I have never claimed that I had built any part of this
campus or of the Work. I take a walk every morning, as I used to
before this attack, and I've been staying down at Tucson since,
but I used to take a morning walk around the campus. I would
always remark about the beauty and what a wonderful thing that
God had given this kind of beauty, not only that I could enjoy
but share it with thousands of others.
But I didn't say, "Look what I have done," because I hadn't
done anything. This is the Work of the living Jesus Christ, and
He alone has done the Work, but He has used me as an instrument.
Now, medical opinion was that it would be many months, eight
or ten, before I would be fully back in harness. It has been just
barely over four months so far. I would like to remind you of
that and that I know the medical authorities all say I'm making
extraordinary progress. Well, I think you know why.
Now, again, this is the Work of the living God, through
Christ. It is not the work of man. We must never forget this. It
could be a tendency to think that this is just something that I
started. No, this is what God started, and God through Christ is
going to determine what happens in this Church and in this Work.
Jesus Christ heads this Work, and I work as His instrument
through and for Him.


May 21, 1978

Dear Co-Workers and Brethren in Christ,
God's great Work -- to the whole world -- is, truly, going ahead
now as never before, with a new start!
Soon you will hear new programs from me, on both radio and
television. Just as Moses, the man of God, had not abated in his
strength of mind and spirit, in leading the children of Israel
out of Egyptian bondage into the Promised Land, after eighty
years of age, so the same God has sustained my mind, energy and
power for the completion of His Work in this world.
On July 4 there will be a big "4th of July Celebration" in
Jerusalem, hosted jointly by the Mayor of Jerusalem, Mr. Teddy
Kollek, and myself. The city of Philadelphia had an exact
duplicate made of the Liberty Bell -- crack and all -- and gave it to
the city of Jerusalem. In the spring of 1976 -- Passover time -- the
Mayor came to me privately, and asked my help in building an
important downtown park in Jerusalem, to be named the "Liberty
Bell Park." Through the AICF, I was able to agree to supply the
children's playground area, at the very opening of the park. The
park is now completed, and Mayor Kollek has asked me to be
present on July 4 for the opening and dedication of the Liberty
Bell Park.
July 8, I am scheduled to co-host an important premier of a
charity motion picture to raise funds for the handicapped
children in Britain. Queen Elizabeth II has promised to co-host
this premier and banquet -- and in the event she is unable to be
present, either Prince Charles (the next king) or Prince Philip
will be there.
In early August, I am again to go to Japan -- and perhaps
other points in the Far East. Other campaigns in world capitals
are now being planned -- as before my heart failure and illness.
December 1, the Israeli government is planning a celebration in
my honor -- on the 10th anniversary of the beginning of our
participation in the great archaeological excavation, starting
southward from the Temple Mount. This date will mark the
beginning of the second decade of this major project-now starting
further south, in the area of the ancient City of David, to
uncover 2,500 years of accumulated debris (some 50 feet high)
over the ancient palace and throne of King David. The AICF is
following through on this -- preparing the very site of the throne
on which Christ will sit at His coming. This is just one of the
ways in which we are preparing the way for His coming and
establishment of the Kingdom of God, ushering in world peace ....


Pasadena
June 22, 1978

Dear Co-Workers and Brethren in Christ:
I just want to have a real heart-to-heart family
get-together with you.
I have said many times that, directly or indirectly, all you
who have God's Holy Spirit are my children in Christ. Even those
of you who have come into the Church more recently.
The aged Apostle John, writing in the 90s A.D. addressed his
first letter, in the second chapter, to "my little children,
these things write I unto you."
From the bottom of my heart, I thank you for the wonderful
letters and telephone calls that have been pouring in, since I
have been back on the air and also in regard to the recent
changes Christ, the Living Head of this Church, has been making
to set His Church back on the right track.
Let me first assure you that I have not "moved away from
Headquarters." Jesus Christ has chosen and used only one apostle
in our time. Let me say to you emphatically that the Living
Christ has taken over as the head of God's Church, and
established me in firm control, under Him, on the human level. I
am back on the job. I am back on the air -- both on television and
on radio. Every effort is being made to put the programs on more
and more radio stations -- especially the major 50,000 watt
stations -- and on television coast to coast. We must realize it is
impossible to get back on so many hundreds of stations all at
once. But, as fast as we can we are now bending every effort to
increase our radio and television coverage ....
Brethren, it is wonderful and inspiring to know that you do
love me so much and are praying for me. This awareness gives me
the incentive and inspiration to press on until Christ's great
commission is finished.
But let me tell you that I do love all you -- pray for
you -- and am grateful from the bottom of my heart for your
faithfulness, loyalty, and loving support in the Work.
And now, the first letters after hearing the first radio
broadcast (that is, the first I personally have done in a few
years) are beginning to flood in ....



Chapter 82
July 25, 1978 -- December 18, 1979


July 25, 1978

Dear Brethren and Co-Workers with Christ:
Now we are beginning to prepare in earnest for the greatest
Feast of Tabernacles ever.
Last Friday night, in addition to the weekly Bible Study in
the House of God (Ambassador Auditorium), I recorded on
television an opening Festival greeting to be shown by 16mm
projector on large screens in every Feast site on the opening
night.
Then on the Sabbath I did a full sermon, televised, to be
put on 16mm tape to be projected at all Feast sites over the
earth on the first Holy Day.
Last year, I was in the early stages of recovery from the
heart failure of last August. But the four or five years before
that I spoke personally at every Feast site in the United States
and in Penticton, B.C., Canada.
This year I decided to speak at all sites worldwide, by
having it projected on motion picture screens .....
I am sure you will experience a new uplift and inspirational
surge forward at this great Feast of Tabernacles!
I am now turning over to the printers what I believe to be
the most important book since the very first century! The
printers are setting up a speedy crash program, to give us first
delivery of this book by October 1 -- in time for the Feast. Never
in our time has any book or writing spoken as this new book will!
Its title is 'The Incredible Human Potential'. It is the message
of the entire Bible -- put together as never before -- from the
prehistoric existence of only God and "The Word," through the
creation of angels, the creation of the endless physical universe
and the creation of this earth -- on through the sinning of the
angels, the renewing of the face of the earth for man -- the
creation of man -- why man was put here on earth -- why God left
Satan here up to now -- why the Old Testament congregation of
Israel -- and why the Church and its mission -- on through the World
Tomorrow for one thousand years -- and then -- the incredible
potential of man throughout eternity -- over all the vast material
universe.
Much of this has never before appeared in print. Much of it
will be new Bible truth to you! It explains the mind of man, and
the actual source of human nature.
This book -- full book length -- will be available in virtually
all bookstores in the United States and the English speaking
world. It will reach an entirely new audience with God's message,
heretofore unreachable!
Also we are updating, and getting before the world, such
books as 'The United States and Britain in Prophecy' -- back to
full length! Also such booklets as 'Why Were You Born?', 'What Do
you Mean -- Born Again?', 'Just What Do You Mean -- Salvation?',
'What Do You Mean, The Kingdom Of God?', and 'The Seven Laws of
Success', and many of those vital booklets that built the Work!
God is rapidly increasing my personal strength, and I am now
turning out more work than I have in the past twenty years!
I pray earnestly for you, and I also need your prayers! The
Work is now fast picking up!

P.S. God willing I plan to speak in person at the Saint
Petersburg, Florida, site the first night and Holy Day, and at
the Tuscon site on the final Holy Day.


September 1978

Two of my personal acquaintances and friends, both
heads-of-state, died -- one yesterday, the other this morning.
Yesterday, August 21, President Nicolaas Diederichs of South
Africa died in a Cape Town hospital after a second heart attack
in eight days. He was seventy-four. President Diederichs was
founder of the Afrikaner nationalist movement.
ago in Cape Town. We spent some little time taking photographs
and in friendly conversation.
Then this morning my good friend, Jomo Kenyatta, president
of Kenya, died at the State House in Mombasa in his sleep.
I had visited with him ... at his office in the State House in
Nairobi and the better part of a whole day at his residence
thirty-five miles outside Nairobi. He customarily spent every
night in his suburban home, driving the thirty-five miles every
morning to his office in Nairobi.
We had luncheon at his home with members of his family. He
conducted us on a tour through a suburban self-help hospital,
which he had built. He was, as am I, a staunch believer in
helping others to help themselves -- to help them get on their own
feet so they can make their own way, rather than supporting
others outright in pure charity while they do nothing to help
themselves.
Through the Ambassador International Cultural Foundation, we
had undertaken to join with President Kenyatta in founding in
Kenya a self-help school to help reduce the illiteracy of the
country. He was apparently just my age -- eighty-six, though he did
not know his exact birth date. He was a very close friend -- like
two close brothers with Emperor Haile Selassie of Ethiopia.
The emperor was just eight days older than I, and one of his
lasts acts before he was taken prisoner by the military coup that
overthrew his government was to send me a telegram of
congratulations on my eighty-third birthday.
President Kenyatta defeated the British in the fight for
Kenyan independence in 1963. He ruled one of the most stable
governments in Africa. After spending several hours with him, I
rated him publicly with the evaluation of greatness -- one of the
few such persons I have known in a life of acquaintance with
hundreds of the great and near-great.
God rates people according to how well they do according to
what they have to do with. Jomo Kenyatta started out with very
little -- as an African tribesman. He was a self-educated and
self-made man whom I felt had reached the status, in this world,
of true greatness.


January 18, 1979

Dear Brethren and Co-Workers with Christ:
This may be the most important letter I have ever written.
The very life of God's Church and His Work hangs in the balance.
This letter may have to be long. I want you to know all the facts
about this master-blow of Satan to destroy the Church of God
through the civil power of the State, in flagrant violation of
the Constitution of the United States!
I thought on January 7, when I wrote you, that God had then
given us the victory in this decisive life-and-death assault
against Almighty God, Jesus Christ and God's Church. It was
reported to me then that the judge in the hearing of that day had
said he found no evidence of any wrongdoing. And that was
true -- and no evidence of any wrongdoing or justification for this
monstrous outrage against God's Work has been found against us.
Nor will they find any in our records -- for few, if any,
corporations have kept as accurate and clean-cut records as God's
Church ....
Let me illustrate to you brethren, just how this great Work
of God started. To start the Work, I needed to broadcast over
radio. That required physical facilities for which I had to pay
(at that time, $2.50 a week). To print and send out The Plain
Truth, I had to have a typewriter, a secondhand one I bought for
$10, and an old secondhand ancestor of the Mimeograph, a
hand-cranked Neostyle, which I procured also for $10.
This Work always has required physical facilities to
operate. Now the receiver is locking up our executive and other
office facilities. This Work started with a little inside office
room with no ventilation -- no outside window or door -- just a
transom over the one door leading to a corridor and another
transom over a covered window leading into a large room used for
labor union meetings. Tobacco smoke rolled in. We could work in
the office only one or two hours at a time, then had to stay out
two or more hours until the air cleared -- and the office rent was
$7 per month.
These physical facilities are part of the operation of a
Church. God commanded His apostles to go into all the world with
His gospel message. Satan suppressed that message from going to
the world for 1,900 years. And now he is trying to destroy the
Church of God in order to stop that message from going out to all
the world ....
Brethren, anyone can sue anyone for anything at any time.
That's the kind of justice system in Satan's world. This present
outrageous civil action by the State of California was brought by
false charges and no proof by only five or six malcontent former
members. It's a tremendous travesty of justice that such a thing
can be done.
The very purpose of the Church, first of all, is to stand
back of and support the carrying of Christ's gospel message out
to all the world as a witness to all nations. The second purpose
is to prepare those God has called into His Church in holy
righteous character so that they may enter -- at the time of the
resurrection -- into the Kingdom of God as a king and/or priest
under Christ when He comes to rule the world! But the first
mentioned purpose, standing behind the proclaiming of the gospel
around the world, is the means God has given us of developing all
in God's Church into that holy and righteous character of God.
God's Church cannot carry out either prime purpose without
facilities!
But, my dear brethren, let us stop and realize that Christ,
the Head of our Church, has allowed this unprecedented monstrous
attack by state government and state courts of law to come upon
us. God will give us the victory in the end.
But meanwhile we as God's called and chosen people need to
ask ourselves, why has God allowed it? He tells us all things
work together for good to those who love and obey Him. In what
way, then, has this very traumatic, monstrous injustice been
allowed by our God? Not that He wanted to punish us. Not that he
wanted to bring suffering upon us. But because we were drifting
into a careless, lukewarm, spiritual condition! God has allowed
Satan to bring this upon us. First, to wake us up spiritually and
to bring us back closer to God, and second, to draw us closer
together and third, to sift out from our midst some of the chaff
from the wheat.
Brethren, this terrible ordeal is accomplishing those three
things! It is a sifting time. Some "liberals" who wanted to water
down God's truth are being sifted out.
It is also the time of Daniel 12:10: "Many shall be
purified, and made white, and tried ...." It is speaking of this
very time shortly before Christ's Second Coming!
God has allowed it exactly as He allowed Satan to take away
everything from Job, and then afflicted Job with boils from head
to foot -- Job was self-righteous ....
But just as once Job came to realize his sin of
self-righteousness and repent of it, God restored to him twice as
much as he had before, even so, my brethren -- my own children in
the Lord -- God will restore to us and His Work double, or much
more than double, once His purpose, as I stated above, has been
accomplished.
My children in the Lord, we need to go to our knees! We need
to fast and pray! True, I need you to stand back of me now as
never before in special generous offerings to fight this
monstrous miscarriage of justice -- but even more -- you need to draw
closer to our wonderful and great God.
Don't ever worry about God or Christ forsaking us or His
Work! He won't! We need to be concerned about whether we have
begun to veer away to some extent from Him -- have we unknowingly
begun partly to forsake Him? ...
I call now a special day of fasting and prayer -- not only for
the Work and the Church but also for our own selves that we may
be brought closer to God -- on Sabbath, January 27, worldwide! We
under Christ shall prevail!
I thank you with all my heart, and I love you all as never
before.


Tucson, Arizona
January 28, 1979

Dear Brethren and Co-Workers with Christ:
Thank you! Thank you for your great response and coming to
the aid of God's Work in this most monstrous and outrageous
travesty of justice ever heard of by any state government! ...
We have never objected to any government authority checking
our books and records. They contain proof we have done nothing of
which we are falsely accused. They started rumors we had secreted
away some of the books. On the contrary, we stood guard that no
one could destroy or remove our records and books! ...
Now we need all the brethren to continue to rally behind
Christ's Apostle until a higher court releases the Work from its
virtual captivity. If arrested, our brethren would not have
resisted. At all times they behaved like God's people, orderly,
neat, polite. Many people outside our membership have noticed
this and commented on it.
Brethren, remember what I wrote in my last letter. This is
drawing all our brethren closer together than ever before -- but it
must also draw us closer to God! I called a day of fasting and
prayer for last Sabbath. If any did not receive that letter in
time, then fast and pray on the very next Sabbath -- both that we
shall all be drawn closer to God, and that God will release this
grip of the State over God's Church ....
We now begin to notice a little change in attitude in the
press. At first news reports were slanted, practically condemning
us as guilty without evidence or proof Now they are more
objective. The attorney general's office has changed its language
from using the terms "siphoning off," and "pilfering," to
"possible mismanagement," at least in the last newspaper notice.
Some of our enemies have tried to construe my work of
personally walking through opened doors to carry Christ's gospel
message into nations around the world as "mismanagement," and
"siphoning off" money so spent for our own personal use! That is
simply a lie! Before my marriage nearly two years ago now, I took
my elder daughter Beverly Gott with me as hostess -- for there were
many banquets, receptions, luncheons and dinners at which I was
privileged to speak to people high up in various nations, and
even royalty. This required additional and better clothes, and
some jewelry that was not mere "costume jewelry." But every such
item was paid for by my own personal money on which both federal
and state income tax had been paid. Later I had to purchase the
same sort of things for Ramona my wife -- out of my own money -- not
a cent from corporate funds or expense money. While I think this
should have been a legitimate expense, I did not so construe it,
and all such purchases, were paid out of my personal funds ....
They have tried to treat as "extravagance" such things as
the purchase of Steuben crystal -- which is about the only type of
art object made in this country fitting for presenting to a king,
president, or prime minister. Look into your Bible, Matthew 2:11,
and see that the wise men presented gifts to Christ as an infant.
This was not a birthday present, for it was many days after His
birth. But since long before Christ it has been custom to present
a gift when visiting a king or head of government. It would
indeed look strange if we did not present an acceptable gift when
visiting a monarch.
There has been no mismanagement! Just the opposite! I have
written you at times through the years how we have made a dollar
go further than any other operation of which I know. Read
Revelation 10:11. This shows that after we thought we had
completed the Work, or were to complete it by January, 1972, how
God says, "Thou shalt prophesy [preach] again before many
peoples, and nations, and tongues, and kings"! Most of the doors
to kings and heads of governments have opened since January,
1972.
Christ has called and chosen His Apostle for this end-time
job of the Great Commission! We have been getting that job done!
Often there are as many as twelve to fourteen of us
travelling -- especially on such trips as when I twice took eight
top-ranking Japanese Congressmen on trips to the Middle East oil
countries, and to South America. On such trips I have introduced
them, and arranged receptions for them, in countries where I
already know the heads of government. And, in turn, they opened
the door to me on an official basis in other countries where I
had not been before! Often there were banquets, receptions, and
such occasions, Yes, that cost some money.
But, of all the departments of God's Work, that cost the
least, and was the most important!
Today, Monday, I believe this case is to go before the
California Supreme Court. Then we will take it into the federal
courts, and if necessary to the Supreme Court in Washington. As I
wrote you before, we are making this fight not only to protect
God's Church from State encroachment, but all churches and even
the freedom of the press and right of free assembly ....
I thank you all for your wonderful response in sending God's
tithes and your liberal freewill offerings to me, personally,
here at Tucson, Arizona. A Tucson newspaper has reported that the
receiver at Pasadena will try to induce the State of Arizona to
shut off my personal mail. If so, we will get word to you
quickly, through your local ministers, where to send it -- even if
need be, to your Area Coordinator, and we will find a way to pick
it up from there. I have already signed legal papers making me
personally custodian for the Church's funds. Remember money sent
to Pasadena will go to the receiver.
God is still on His throne, with Jesus fully alive there
beside Him interceding for us! Let us realize God has allowed
this to draw us closer to Him as well as each other. Keep
praying -- fasting and praying. God will win!


Tokyo, Japan
May 15, 1979

Dear Brethren and Co-Workers in Christ,
For some twenty months, due to total heart failure in
August, 1977, I was prevented from proclaiming Christ's gospel in
person in the far-flung nations around the world.
But God has been with me. There has been no diminishing of
the vital faculties, especially of the mind. And while I was
having, for the time, to defer the ordeal of physically demanding
worldwide travel, I have been able to write almost faster than
you brethren can read, and to continue full leadership of God's
Work here on earth ....There must have been 250 or 300 or more at
the banquet last night. It was held in a large banquet room of
the Imperial Hotel. This is a large hotel with several private
dining rooms. Many of the eight Congressmen who call themselves
my Japanese sons were there. They are Members of the Diet -- the
Japanese Congress or Parliament. The speakers' table seated at
least a dozen. Some of them spoke briefly, and stood, one at a
time, to be introduced. All others, including wives, were seated
at many round tables -- ten or twelve seated at each table. All who
spoke were saying complimentary things about me. During the
evening a few other Members of the Japanese Diet said they wanted
to be counted as one of my "Japanese sons," all of whom are
important Diet Members -- the number of my "Japanese sons" in the
Diet is now twelve ...
I had said earlier that I was not going to plan ahead what
to say, or speak from any notes. I knew the living Christ would
put into my mind what I should say -- and He did!
There were at least a half dozen ambassadors representing
other nations present (with their wives). So, I knew that a
number of different religions was represented.
Suppose you were to be asked to stand up and speak to some
300 highly distinguished people ....You knew that Jesus Christ
wanted you to proclaim to them the good news about the Kingdom of
God, and you had to get this gospel message over to these
important people. Just how would you go about it? If you had two
or three days beforehand to think and plan what to say, what
would you say?
I think all of you ought to know a little about how Jesus
Christ leads His chosen Apostle to do it.
I knew the living Christ would guide me. Like you, I am only
human, but I trusted the living Jesus. He did put in my mind what
to say ....
I then said I had read an editorial in one of the world's
leading news magazines, which said our "world problems and evils
are now so great it would seem that the world's only hope lies in
the intervention of a great unseen hand from someplace." In this
manner, I brought to the attention of these many government
officials of different religions the supreme God -- and then
explained that this great "Unseen Hand" was the unseen Creator,
who made of one blood all of the nations represented in this
banquet.
I did not know until I stood up before the microphone that I
would say that. But you see, Jesus Christ put words in my mouth
that showed them I was speaking of the Supreme Creator,
regardless of their religion. Jesus gave me the words to show
God's power, without offense to any because of his religious
belief.
I then said that many consider me an ambassador without
portfolio (that is, no official political authority), but in
fact, I told them, I was an official ambassador of the Great God
who created us all. I brought to them, from Him, good news -- news
of the world's only hope -- that we are now in the very last days
of this present man-made civilization, with more problems and
evils than mankind can solve -- and that soon now -- in our
generation -- God will intervene, and set up the world ruling
Kingdom of God and that we shall then have world peace,
happiness, joy and economic abundance for all in all nations.
I said, "I don't ask you to believe what I say. We humans
won't bring this about -- it will be done to us -- and in spite of
us -- whether we believe it or not -- whether we want it or not. I
have just announced it to you, and it definitely shall happen!"
Thus, in few words, and, even waiting at every sentence for
the interpreter to repeat it in the Japanese language, Jesus
Christ, through me, delivered the gospel of the Kingdom to some
300 of the leaders of Japan and several other nations!
I might mention, this is what the attorney general's office
in California is trying to call "siphoning off millions of
dollars every year for my own use." In the past two years, we
have not spent one tenth of one million dollars on this important
Work of carrying the gospel into nations worldwide. For the past
ten years, this part of the Work has cost less than one million
dollars a year -- whereas our budget calls for several million
dollars per year for salaries to ministers and the staff at
headquarters plus several million for radio, TV and printing.
I must break off now and hurry into a business suit -- for I
to have a meeting in less that two hours with Prime Minister