iles, as the Jew believed, was there crucified by
Gentiles; He who was innocent was stamped for ever with the criminal's
brand--done to death with two thieves. If ever there was an end made
of any cause there was an end made of that personified by the Carpenter
of Nazareth. The majority trampled the minority into extinction.

The body can be crucified and can be sealed up in a tomb, but
majorities are powerless against the spirit. When his disciples asked
Socrates where they would bury him he replied: 'You can bury me
anywhere if you can catch me!' The soul can never be caught; can never
be sealed up in a tomb. The wind bloweth where it listeth; and no
walls, however high, can imprison it; no tomb hold it. Out of the dust
the new life arose--the life of the spirit. And suddenly men realised
that a kingdom not of this world--an empire without legions--was not
only thinkable and possible, but was actually established. So has it
always been since: the perishing of the body has been but the
triumphing of the spirit.

III

One of the miracles of history is the way in which that crucified ideal
arose and conquered; in which peasants and fishermen went forth to sow
the seed of an invisible kingdom beneath the feet of militarists and
tyrants, who though they rooted it up could never destroy it, until at
last the minority was transformed into a majority. And that same
miracle is for ever being repeated. What happened then happens now.
And there are two reasons for that. The first is that man is much
nobler than he is himself aware of. Beneath the subliminal
consciousness there are untold riches--golden ore waiting to be mined.
Under the influence of the herd-instinct and of crowd-psychology a man
can on Friday yell, Crucify! Crucify! but on Saturday he may enter the
valley of repentance and be made anew. Memory awakes in him when he is
alone. He recalls the face and the words of the Crucified; doubts
arise as to whether it was right--that cry of Crucify. No malefactor
could have borne himself like that.... Long-forgotten feelings are let
loose. Truly that Man had a regal spirit. However much a man may
sink, he never sinks below the capacity of feeling the contagion of a
triumphant spirit. Where is the man who cannot thrill as he hears
Livingstone say, 'I'll go anywhere, provided it is forward'? It is in
that hidden depth the hope of humanity lies. The cause that seems lost
rallies to its side the multi