_Others!_

_Man!_ Sometimes I think God has given us special eyesight with which
to look upon him, We look through the exterior, look through the shell,
look through the coat, and find the man. We look through the ofttimes
repulsive wrappings, through the dark, objectionable coating collected
upon the downward travel of misspent years, through the artificial veneer
of empty seeming-through to the _man_.

He that was made after God's image.

He that is greater than firmaments, greater than suns, greater than
worlds.

Man, for whom worlds were created, for whom Heavens were canopied, for
whom suns were set ablaze. He in whose being there gleams that immortal
spark we call the soul. And when this war came, it was natural for us to
look to the man-the man under the shabby clothes, enlisting in the great
armies of freedom; the man going down the street under the spick and span
uniform; the man behind the gun, standing in the jaws of death hurling
back world autocracy; the man, the son of liberty, discharging his
obligations to them that are bound; the man, each one of them, although so
young, who when the fates of the world swung in the balances proved to be
_the man of the hour;_ the man, each one of them, fighting not only
for today but for tomorrow, and deciding the world's future; the man who
gladly died that freedom might not be dead; the man dear to a hundred
million throbbing hearts; the man God loved so much that to save him He
gave His only Son to the unparalleled sacrifice of Calvary, with its
measureless ocean of torment heaving up against His Heart in one foaming,
wrathful, omnipotent surge.