It taught me that a male and female of this species of ours may meet, and from the two may come an entity which is something very near divine.

Why is it, I wonder, that the right man and the right woman out of the hundreds of millions meet so seldom at the fitting time, and that life is either so barren or so jagged and hurtful because of the non-meeting of those who should be mated?
What a world this might be! Of course, though, there is some higher thought, and it is all right in some way.
They were what you would call religious, Grant and Jean.

They liked the same church--it doesn't matter which it was--and attended regularly, and worshiped without much regard for its more narrow legends.

They did not trouble themselves with the idea of the everlasting punishment of babes, nor the fate of the untutored heathen.
They had, somehow, a simple idea that the human being who tried to do right according to his or her views was all right as to the future.
They were not much in sympathy with what is called heretic-hunting.
They had each read the story of the gentle Nazarene, and had failed to learn that there was more than one church--a church without either spectacular effects or creed bickerings.

A church of the group who, at one time, clung to Him and His teachings, and so had shaped their course.