our affairs. And others say, this thing is unthinkable, for, if you
say that this is a spiritual presence, you at once remove the whole
question from touch with real things.

They forget that the most real things lie beyond the senses. Who ever
saw mother-love? Yet who will not believe in it? Ambition, affection,
pity, memory, hope; these are the real things, the lasting things;
these are the spiritual things. No one ever saw these things, and yet
they can be seen everywhere; it only needs the vision; we all have seen
them at times.

There are the selfish, gross, and sensual who tell us there is no love
in the world; and there are those to whom every common bush is aflame
with God. So hearts that have forsaken the good see nothing but a
God-forsaken world; and, in this same world, hearts that are lifted up
find Him everywhere, they see Him in the movements of history, in the
forces of nature, they hear Him in the hum of commerce and in the
silence of the fields, in every human voice they catch His tone. He is
ever in the midst. He is more than a force, a dream, a thought. He is
to men to-day what He was to men when He walked their streets and
touched their sick; all that we think He would have been in that long
ago He is to-day.

Personal? Yes, that He may reach persons, for we cannot know
impersonal love or impersonal help. His personality turns the universe
from an institution into an organism. Yet more than personal; this one
in the midst is infinite; He is the whole where we are but fractions.
But He does not hide Himself in His infinity; He is "among you," with
men. Not by descent into the grave of the past, nor by ascent into
heaven do we find Him; He is here, on every hand. This it is that