We may be proud of our family name and social standing; we may think that we are different and apart, but we should remember that no one ever had more disreputable children than God. All the bad people are His sons and daughters. True, they have dishonored His name, and grieved His heart, yet He does not disown them; rather He follows them into all the dens and haunts of vice asking them to return home. And as fast as we become good sons, we join the Father in His love quest for His prodigal sons, who are our brothers. Possibly I am a direct descendant of King Swain of Denmark who conquered England in the tenth century. There is no evidence to that effect, but he is the first Swain of whom I know in history. However this may be, with every other self-conscious being I can lift my head and say with justifiable pride and gladness of heart, "God, who makes the world, is my Father." How wonderful you are, O God-child! and what a pity it would be if anything should drag you down from your divine possibilities! 3. Where is God? When I once asked a company of young people where my spirit was they promptly answered, "In your body." I inquired, "In a part of my body, or in all of it? Am I to understand that my spirit is just the shape and size of my body, and that when I am thin of flesh my spirit is not as large as when I am fleshy?" "No," said they, "we do not like that." "Oh! your spirit is in your brain," remarked one young fellow. "Now, then, I have it," said I, "my spirit is just the shape and size of the cavity in my skull." "No," he replied, "we don't know how it is." And they did not know, because no one had explained it to them. This is what I told them: "The spirit is not in the body as a hand is in a glove, for that is one _thing_ inside another _thing_. Spirit has no dimensions. If any boy has a rule in his pocket let him measure my 'conscious will,' and tell me how long it is." They promptly replied that it could not be done. So I continued: "If my self-conscious will occupies no space, then I, the spirit, am neither in my body nor out of my body. I am nowhere. 'Where' applies to things and not to spirit. The book is in the room because it occupies a definite space. When we say that our spirits are in our bodies we simply mean that our wills are capable of commanding our bodies and making them act. _While our spirits are nowhere, yet they do get expressed somewhere._ For all practical purposes, spirits are where their instruments express them in time and space." At this point in my remarks, I turned aside, and poked sharply with my forefinger a friend who stood near. In reply to his inquiring look I said: "I did not poke you. It was this finger." (Then to the boys) "Did I poke him? My finger touched him because I wished it. My will got expressed right at the end of the finger, and therefore that is where my spirit seemed to be."