realm of
mathematics the principles are omnipotent for the solution of
problems--omnipotent in the hands of the one who understands and uses
them aright. And is not God the omnipotent principle to the one who
understands and uses Him aright in the solving of life's intricate
problems?

"They are so easy when you know how, Padre dear," said Carmen,
referring to her tasks.

"But there will be harder ones, _chiquita_."

"Yes, Padre. But then I shall know more about the rules that you call
principles."

She took up each problem with confidence. Jose watched her eagerly.
"You do not know what the answer will be, _chiquita_," he ventured.

"No, Padre dear. But I don't care. If I use the rule in the right way
I shall get the correct answer, shall I not? Look!" she cried
joyfully, as she held up her paper with the completed solution of a
problem.

"But how do you know that it is correct?" he queried.

"Why--well, we can prove it--can't we?" She looked up at him
questioningly. Then she bent again over her task and worked
assiduously for some moments in silence.

"There! I worked it back again to the starting point. And it is
right."

"And in proving it, little one, you have proved the principle and
established its correctness. Is it not so, _chiquita_?"

"Yes, Padre, it shows that the rule is right."

The child lapsed into silence, while Jose, as was becoming his wont,
awaited the result of her meditation. Then:

"Padre dear, there are rules for arithmetic, and algebra, and--and for
everything, are there not?"

"Yes, child, for music, for art, for everything. We can do nothing
correctly without using principles."

"And, Padre, there are principles that tell us how to live?" she
queried.

"What is your opinion on that point, _queridita_?"

"Just _one_ principle, I guess, Padre dear," she finally ventured,
after a pause.

"And that, little one?"

"Just God."

"And God is--?" Jose began, then hesitated. The Apostle John had dwelt
with the Master. What had he urged so often upon the dull ears of his
timid followers?

The child looked up at the priest with a smile whose tenderness
dissolved the rising clouds of doubt.

"And God is--love," he finished softly.

"That's it, Padre!" The child clapped her little hands and laughed
aloud.

Love! Jesus had said, "I and my Father are one." Having seen him, the
world has seen the Father. But Jesus was the highest manifestation of
love that tired humanity has