God created me. In those three words lies the great fundamental principle of my religious life: Deny that basic fact and religion has no meaning, but it isa truth evident that the most. unlettered savage acknowledges it. He may not do so explicitly, but he does do it implicitly, for research has shown that not one of the many races of the world la without religion of some kind, by which it acknowledges a power other than those of earth to which it owes homage. Tt only reis to the so-called scientist—for lence without God is not science— to pretend that he has discovered a reason for the existence of man which does not postulate God, and coven he in his heart of hearts knows that what he says is false.
God created me. He modelled every nerve and sinew of my body and breathed into it a living soul that I was made unto his image and likeness. I embody every perfec tion of creation and T owe it all to God. Plants live, so do I. Sensitive creations feel and see and hear, 60 The angels know and will and love, so do I. Tam partly material, partly spiritual. Material body, spiritual in my soul. My body: came into being in response to the natural laws laid down by God when, by His direct act, He created man. His creation of my body is indirect through the workings of His natural Taw, but my sou! is the result of an immediate direct creative act on the part of God. Without my soul. the Tittle shell of my body would never have developed, never have come to ments of the elect:—"O, Elisabeth's aria ing now. T do so love this part!" But when instead the first Page warbled further announcement were naturally discouraged.
The second act was over. We walked about the drawing room feverishly assuring our hostess and ourselves how marvellous it all was. how far superior to actual attendance, but we did not voice the surprise we felt at discovering that ft was not yet ten o'clock. We certainly soamed to have been making @ night and a half of it. Tam sorry I cannot tell you much about the third act. You see, T had bagged a comfortable arma shadowy corner and was making up some of the sleep lost during carnival, Yes, indeed, there is much to be said for opera by radio. perfection. I would never be, for my body is not I, but an essential part of me. -God created my soul, therefore God created me. Beaus? God created me, I belong not to the world, not to myself, but to God. I am a thing of God's, an instrument in the hand of God, fut here to do not my own will but the will of Him who created me.
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