What is true of personal difficulties, perplexities and sorrows, is equally true of the sorrows of a world. Let men remember that those who hold back timidly or discouraged from hand-to-hand conflict with social, political and industrial difficulties, are forfeiting their share in the largest kind of revelation. God dwells there, in corporate sorrows, as well as in those of the individual experience, and, if one may say so, in a fuller measure. The world needs brave men to-day, men who are determined to see God wherever He is, and He is in everything, everything short of actual sin. There is no philosophy so false to facts as pessimism, except perhaps cheap and unthinking optimism. It is only the Christian philosophy that is equal to the situation, a philosophy which ignores nothing, howsoever gruesome, but which sees God master of His world, and nowhere in such complete possession as in its darkest corners. When God's storms come sweeping along, it is the Christian alone who can lift his head, look up, and stand erect as they enshroud him, for a Christian cannot fear where God is. Elijah could not find God in the storm that swept by him. But the youngest Christian can do what the stern prophet of old could not; he can find God in all storms, for all storms are God's. _LAUS DEO_ FOOTNOTES: [43] _The Bishop of Ripon, under the title of "Seeking and Finding," gives the following text and exquisite little poem as a Diocesan Motto for 1899_: _Master, where dwellest Thou?--St. John i: 38._ THE QUEST _O Master of my soul, where dwellest Thou? For but one Sovereign doth love allow, And if I find not Thee, quite lost am I; Tell me Thy dwelling place: this is my cry._ _No travel will I shrink, no danger dread, If to Thy home, where'er it be, I may be led: Not where the world displays its golden pride, Only with Him, Who is the King, would I abide._ THE FINDING _Nay, not in far distant lands, but ever near, Near as the heart that hopes or beats with fear; My Home is in the heaven, and yet I dwell With every human heart that loveth well._ _Not where proud perils are I place My throne, But with the true of heart, and these alone; So where the contrite soul breathes a true sigh, And where kind deeds are done, even there dwell I._ _And those who live by love need never ask, They find my dwelling place in every task; Vainly they seek who all impatient roam; If brave and good thy heart, there is My home._ End of Project Gutenberg's With God in the World, by Charles H. Brent