Then there's _the outer turn; He_ does that. He draws you to Himself, and yet at the same time sends you away--no, not _from_ Him--_for_ Him, out to the others He hungers after, even as after you. Up, in, out,--so He draws and directs, up to Himself, in by contrast to one's self with a holding hard to Him while looking within, then a sending out to the others. He kindles a fire, He is a fire, drawing, burning, cleansing, warming, then driving you forth, and doing all at the same time. Wondrous fine, this fire of love--of His heart--of Himself. The common word for this is "service." The word doesn't matter much. Service is a good word. But the thing that comes seems so much more than this word seems to contain. That hand that was pierced, which has been to you so tender and warm, and in its clasp so expressive of this wondrous friendship--that hand now leads you where you had not thought of going. _And you go_,--aghast almost at first at the radical change in your carefully worked out plans, losing your breath for a moment as you wonder what "they" _will_ think (though "they" never will _understand_, unless--ah, yes, unless they see _Him_). That hand reaches in where your life touches others, in the family, the business circle, the social circle, and moulds you over anew in the old relationships, not taking you away from them (though there may be some partings), but making you a new presence in the midst of them. That hand reaches into your pocket, and your safety-deposit box, in among the title papers and securities, and shakes off the dust and rust, and sends them out on an errand after the others. That fire--Himself--draws all into the smelting-pot. Its alchemy transmutes possessions into lives, redeemed, sweetened, Jesus-touched, Christ-renewed lives, made like Himself. And the sweet music of their new lives comes up into _His_ gladdened ears, and a few of the strains come to cheer you. One may have at first a strange feeling of bareness, for things that we've always clung to as essential have gone out from us to others. But with the outgoing of things has come an incoming of _Himself_, in greater abundance than we dreamed possible. He, within, completely overbalances what He has sent out from us into use. _He_--He is _everything_. The usual word for all this is "service," a blessed word. Yet service seems to suggest your doing something for Him among others. This is quite different. It is _His_ doing something _with_ you for others. The thing itself is so much more than any word. Christ is so much more than anything you say about Him. The truth is always less than Himself. But one never understands how much that means till he has seen Christ. Have _you_ seen Christ? Then others shall see Him, too, in you, and through you.