hat I already had, whilst
with all my will and strength I tried to climb out of my miserable
state. Soon I succeeded--I was out of it in a matter of weeks.

* * *

How humanity is extolled by its own kind! How men are admired,
even glorified! I am amazed, for where is the glory of any man? But
rather, how wonderful and glorious is God! that He should cause to
spring from one handful of dust such possibilities! Wonderful God!
And blessed man, that he should have so wonderful a God!

* * *

Some men say that man has invented for himself the thought of God,
because of the great need he feels within himself for such a Being.

Yet look where we will in Nature, do we find a warrant for such a
thought? Are babes inspired with the desire for milk, and is that milk
withheld from the nature of all mothers? No; to the babe is given the
desire because the mother has wherewith to satisfy. So with grown
men: for to us is given a deep and secret desire for the milk of God's
love, and to Himself He has reserved the joy of leading us to it and
bestowing it upon us.

* * *

Sometimes for a short while the soul will suffer from a sickness (I
speak now for persons already very well advanced); she is parched
and without sweetness. Her love has no joy in it. This is not a
condition to be accepted or acquiesced in, but must be overcome at
once by a remedy of prayer: prayer addressed to the Father, _in the
name of Jesus Christ,_ a prayer of praise and adoration--"I praise
and bless and love and thank Thee, I praise and bless and love and
worship Thee, I praise and bless and love and glorify Thee"--till the
heart is fired and we return to the intimacy of love. Or the Lord's
Prayer, very slow, and with an intention both outgoing and
_intaking._ So far I have never known these remedies to fail, and
joy floods the soul and sends her swinging up, up, on to the topmost
heights again. It is magnificent.

How is it that we can pass so, up from the visible into the Invisible,
and become so oned with it, and feel it so powerfully, that the
Invisible becomes a thousand times more real to us than the visible!
It is like a different manner of living altogether. And when anyone
so living finds himself even for a short time unfastened from this
way of living and back again to what is known to the average as
normal life, this normal life seems no better to him than some
horrible chaotic and uneven turmoil, and his brain ready to be turned
if he ha