d, so far
as we can see, the ultimate reality which has expressed itself in them
must be akin to the one or to the other or to both. _He who is
convinced that the Creative Power from which all things have come is
spiritual believes in God_. I have seen that simple statement lift the
burden of doubt from minds utterly perplexed and usher befogged spirits
out into the liberty of the glory of the children of God. For they did
not believe that the Creative Power was dynamic dirt, going it blind;
they did believe that the Creative Power was akin to what we know as
spirit, but so accustomed were they to the Church's narrower
anthropomorphism that they did not suppose that this approach was a
legitimate avenue for the soul's faith in God.

Nevertheless, it is a legitimate avenue and in the history of the
Church many are the souls that have traveled it. The basis for all
mature conceptions of God lies here: that the Power from whom all life
proceeds wells up in two forms. One is physical; we can see it, touch
it, weigh it, analyze and measure it. The other is spiritual; it is
character, conscience, intelligence, purpose, love; we cannot see it,
nor touch it, nor weigh it, nor analyze it. We ourselves did not make
either of these two expressions of life. They came up together out of
the Creative Reality from which we came. When a man thinks of the
Power from which all life proceeds, he must say at least this: that
when it wells up in us it wells up in two forms and one of them is
spirit. How, then, when we think of that Power, can we leave spirit
out? At the heart of the eternal is the fountain of that spiritual
life which in myself I know.

This thought of God does not start, then, with a magnified man in the
heavens; this thought of God starts with the universe itself vibrant
with life, tingling with energy, where, when scientists try to analyze
matter, they have to trace it back from molecules to atoms, from atoms
to electrons, and from electrons to that vague spirituelle thing which
they call a "strain in the ether," a universe where there is manifestly
no such thing as dead matter, but where everything is alive. When one
thinks of the Power that made this, that sustains this, that flows like
blood through the veins of this, one cannot easily think that
physicalness is enough to predicate concerning him. If the physical
adequately could have revealed that Power, there never would have been
anything but the phy