If Poverty...
Harry Randall, for all the years of his life, was a devoted servant of the Cause, giving generously of his great wealth, and giving as much time as he was able to, with his tremendous duties and responsibilities connected with his world of finance and business. Then came the Wall Street Crash in 1929 - and Harry's wealth was largely swept away. But Harry, struggling to rise above this tidal wave and to recoup his fortune from the ruin was still very busy with his affairs. Then, a few years later, he became paralyzed and was confined to a wheel chair. And now, stripped of his wealth and all forms of activity, Harry Randall became entirely a man of soul and spirit. The last summer he spent at Green Acre was a summer of light and radiance and glory. He sat on the wide verandah radiating all the illumination with which he was filled and to those privileged to be there that summer, the mere sight of Harry Randall. was a bounty indeed. It was, as Grace Ober said, "An unforgettable experience it was like looking at the pure spirit of all the Prophets." It was the beautiful preparation for his death which came not long after.
