men will not worship or recognize a God who has no direct relation to them.

Man?s cares for his own body involves care for the least important members of it. A lover?s devotion is known by his interest in the minutest concerns of his beloved. So all our affairs are matters of interest to God. Pope?s Essay on Man: ?All nature is but art unknown to thee; All chance, direction which thou canst not see; All discord, harmony not understood; All partial evil, universal good.? If harvests may be labored for and lost without any agency of God or if rain or sun may act like fate sweeping away the results of years and God have no hand in it all or if wind and storm may wreck the ship and drown our dearest friends and God not care for us or for our loss then all possibility of general trust in God will disappear also.

God?s care is shown in the least things as well as in the greatest. In Gethsemane Christ says: ?Let these go their way: that the word might be fulfilled which he spake, of those whom Thou hast me I lost not one?

( <431808>John 18:8, 9). It is the same spirit as that of his intercessory prayer: ?I guarded them, and not one of them perished, but the son of perdition? ( <431712>John 17:12). Christ gives himself as a prisoner that his disciples may go free, even as he redeems us from the curse of the law by being made a curse for us ( <480313>Galatians 3:13). The same law that rounds the planets into spheres molds the dewdrop. Genesis Grant said he had never but once sought a place for himself, and in that place he was a comparative failure: he had been an instrument in God?s hand for the accomplishing of God?s purposes apart from any plan or thought or hope of his own.

Of his journey through the dark continent in search of David Livingston, Henry M. Stanley wrote in Scribners Monthly for June, 1890: ?Constrained at the darkest hour humbly to confess that without God?s help I was helpless. I vowed in the forest solitude that I would confess his aid before men. Silence as of death was around me; it was midnight; I was weakened by illness, prostrated with fatigue, and wan with anxiety for my white and black companions, whose fate was a mystery. In this physical and mental distress I besought God to give me back my people. Nine hours later we were exulting with a rapturous joy. In full view of all was the crimson flag with the crescent and beneath its waving folds was the long lost rear column? My own designs were frustrated constantly by unhappy circumstances. I endeavored to steer my course as direct as possible, but there was an unaccountable influence at the helm. I have been conscious that the issues of every effort were in other hands. Divinity seems to have hedged us while we journeyed, impelling us whither it

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