In London on Christmas morning, 1865, tall, hirsute William Booth came down to breakfast with a straw-lined basket in his hands. "Here," he said to his sons & daughters, "is God's Christmas gift."
God's gift to the Booths that Christmas was an auburn-haired girl who grew up to be a general—Evangeline Booth of the Salvation Army. Now 82 and retired, General Booth has never written her memoirs, though she has often been urged to. Said she: "I have never written about myself. I won't write about myself, and that decides it." But she let somebody else do it: she handed her papers...
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