I am worrying--have been worrying for many years--just now I want someone to talk to--I want you to listen." "I'll do that, if that will help you," said the brother as he placed his hat and stick on a table and shifted himself into a comfortable position.

The maid peeped in, but seeing the two men, retired again.
"I have preached hundreds of sermons on the being and nature of God," said the minister, now sitting erect and looking at his brother.

"I have spoken of Him as a Father, our Father, and all the time He has been out in time and space, formless, homeless, unthinkable.

He has never appealed to heart or brain.

Will God ever be more to me than a force in and through all nature?
Shall we ever see His face?
Shall we ever feel the cares of His hand and hear His voice, not in a figurative sense, but in reality." "Now brother"-- said Uncle Gilbert again.
"Don't interrupt.