When reading this letter in its typed form, I was transfixed by the phrase “the lord in the mists.” As you can see in the handwritten copy below, it is hard to tell if the middle letter is a “d” or an “s”, but McRae transcribed it as an “s”. The words are beautifully mysterious, but they remind me that the Littles would become increasingly obsessed with religion without ever seeing what it meant to love their neighbors as themselves -- much less recognize who, in the Biblical sense, their neighbors were.
If I ask myself, "Who is the woman standing next to me that I can barely see?" and the answer is obvious, then the answer is obviously wrong. I tend to look for the answers that confirm my political, social, and religious beliefs and values, so my immediate answers are "people who are homeless, displaced, disabled". It is very true that they are my neighbors, and I need to respond to them. But if they are the first people who came to mind, well, I already could see them. Who don't I fully see? It's probably someone I don't want to fully see.
You will find the passage quoted close to the bottom of Page 3.