And I could do nothing.

I had no master to show him.
"You may say that that is absurd: that Christ is my Master, and I could have shown Him.

Hilda, so He is: I cling passionately to that.

But listen: I can't express Him, I don't understand Him.

I no longer feel that He was animating and ordering the form of religion I administered.
It is not that I feel Anglicanism to be untrue, and something else--say Wesleyanism--to be true; it is much more that I feel them all to be out of touch with reality.