A pity! Yes, but then from the aesthetic point of view it was a pity that the groves of ancient Greece had ever been cut down and replanted with currant bushes, their altars scattered; that the stones of the temples of Isis should have come to be the shelter of the fisher of the Nile; and the corn wave in the wind above the buried shrines of Mexico.

All these dead truths that from time to time had encumbered the living world.

Each in its turn had had to be cleared away.
And yet was it altogether a dead truth: this passionate belief in a personal God who had ordered all things for the best: who could be appealed to for comfort, for help?
Might it not be as good an explanation as any other of the mystery surrounding us?
It had been so universal.

She was not sure where, but somewhere she had come across an analogy that had strongly impressed her.

"The fact that a man feels thirsty--though at the time he may be wandering through the Desert of Sahara--proves that somewhere in the world there is water." Might not the success of Christianity in responding to human needs be evidence in its favour?
The Love of God, the Fellowship of the Holy Ghost, the Grace of Our Lord Jesus Christ.