conditions changed in a moment, adjust herself to the new conditions
and go on. Seeking a solution she questioned her friend and met a
Person. Day after day as she saw Him revealed in that heroic life, as
she beheld the girl overcoming in His strength natural resentment
against the injustice and unkindness of those who would make her suffer
for the sins of her parents, the facts were swallowed up in the Person
and she loved Him.

Together, the past summer, in a rest camp for mothers and babies they
worked out the commands of the Person who had made it possible for them
to take up life after bitter loss and find it sweet.

If one could summon to a central place the girls who have met the Person
what an inspiration they would be! Of every sort and condition, of every
color and nation, speaking languages new and old and dialects that have
never been written, all uniting in the testimony that He has made life
great for them.

The facts are in chaotic state. Parts of truth and segments of universal
fact are waiting for man to unite them. Only the perfect whole can speak
with certainty and we must wait for that. The creeds are countless. They
do not matter much. The Person said little about them. They are just
our poor attempts to put in words--God and His will. It is

"Not the Christ of our subtile creeds
But the Lord of our hearts, of our homes,
Of our hopes, our prayers, our needs;
The brother of want and blame,
The lover of woman and men,
With a love that puts to shame