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Rev. Stephen Kumalo
- Rev Stephen Kumalo: My brother is greatly changed.
- Theophilus Msimangu: But he has some truth on his side.
- Rev Stephen Kumalo: "Truth"? But how can he have truth on his side and not God?
- Theophilus Msimangu: At least he's got something. Look around. What do you see? Poverty, pain, suffering. Sometimes it is hard even for me to keep faith. Perhaps God is also on his side. Only your brother does not want to know it anymore.
- Mrs. Kumalo: We want a letter from Johannesburg, but when it comes, we're afraid to open it.
- Rev Stephen Kumalo: Who's afraid? Open it!
- Rev Stephen Kumalo: This is a journey I have always feared: where my people have gone, never to return. The young men have gone to the mines, so the young women go to find them. For who can enjoy the lovely land and the sun that pours down on the earth? When white will not let live equally with black. A land where the white man has everything and the black man nothing.
- Rev Stephen Kumalo: There is fear in the land and fear in the hearts of all who live there. And fear puts an end to understanding and the need to understand. So how shall we fashion such a land when there is fear in the heart? The white man will put more locks on his door and get a fine fierce dog, but the beauty of the trees and of the stars, these things we shall forego. Cry, the beloved country, for the unborn child that is the inheritor of our fear. Let him not love the earth too deeply. Let him not be too moved when the birds of his land are singing, nor give too much of his heart to a mountain or a valley. For fear will rob him of all if his gives too much. Yes cry, cry, the beloved country.
- James Jarvis: Perhaps, you also saw the boy? He too used to ride past the church.
- Rev Stephen Kumalo: I remember. He had a brightness in him.
- James Jarvis: Yes. He had a brightness in him.
- Rev Stephen Kumalo: Wise men write many books, in words too hard to understand. But this, the purpose of our lives, the end of all our struggle, is beyond all human wisdom
- Rev Stephen Kumalo: Who knows for what we live, and struggle, and die? Who knows what keeps us living and struggling, while all things break about us? Who knows why the warm flesh of a child is such comfort, when one's own child is lost and cannot be recovered?
- Rev Stephen Kumalo: Oh God, my God, do not thou forsake me. Yea, thou I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil *if* thou art with me.