"Oh, it is wonderful!" he cried. "_Wonderful! Wonderful!_ Out of all the millions of men in this world, _God knew my name_. He knew _where I was_. He _called me by my name_. Oh, miracle of love!" All the way to Ambleside he rode slowly. He was in a transport of love and joy--had he not been veritably taken by God's love "out of hell"? He was thrilled with wonder, and he would make no haste. He bent his soul to the heavenly influences which had made the last few hours forever memorable. So his prayers grew sweeter and calmer. They had in them the voices of the night wind, the awe of the stars, and the rustle of unseen wings. And, just as he was entering Ambleside, his Bible took part in his happiness and whispered to his heart a verse he had read hundreds of times, but which at this hour seemed to have been written specially for him. "Fear thou not. I have redeemed thee. I have called thee by thy name. Thou art mine."--Isaiah 43:1. He knew then what he was to do. CHAPTER XII AFTERWARD "Christ is God's realized idea of perfected humanity." "Think, when our Soul understands The Great Word which makes all things new, When earth breaks up and heaven expands, How will the change strike me and you In the house not made with hands?" "Pouring Heaven into this shut House of Life!" According to a literary scripture, my story should end here. I have satisfied my proposition--the man who lost God has found Him; therefore, to say more is to pass my climax and break a very prominent canon of criticism. But I am sure that there are many who have followed the struggle of Ian Macrae into the Second Birth who will desire to know what the New Man did with his New Life; and I think it better to grant a good wish than to keep a literary law. In that blessed night, full of the presence of God, which Ian had spent on the hills surrounding Ambleside, he had looked steadily and hopefully into the future, and clearly understood what he must do. So he never thought of returning to London, but early in the morning took a train to Glasgow. In the place where he had doubted and denied God he must show Him forth publicly as the Father and Lover of Souls, the God gracious and long-suffering, full of mercy and truth. He was anxiously longing to begin this work; he grudged the hours in which he had to be silent, and was full of a buoyant joyfulness so sincere and so radiant that people looked into his face and involuntarily smiled. He reached Glasgow before the noon hour, and as soon as he was inside his uncle's house he called him in resounding tones, full of eager, wistful excitement. And the Major, who was in his private office, recognized the voice and went hastily to meet his nephew. "Why, Ian, Ian! What is the matter?" he cried. "Whatever has come to you? You look--you speak like a different man!"