I recognize the hand of providence in selecting this place.
I'm told in a Sunday school class I attended —
my son Tagg was teaching the class. He’s not here.
I look around to see. Of course he’s not here. He was in London.
He taught a class in which he was describing the concern
on the part of some of the Jews that left Egypt
to come to the promised land, that in the promised land
was down the River Nile, which would provide
the essential water they had enjoyed in Egypt.
They came here recognizing they must be relied upon,
themselves and the arm of God to provide rain from the sky.