there was a creative power.
There are a great many things that I cannot explain and cannot reason out, and yet that I believe.
I heard a commercial traveler say that he had heard that the ministry and religion of Jesus Christ were matters of revelation and not of investigation.
“When it pleased God to reveal His Son in Me,” says Paul (Galatians 1:15–16).
There was a party of young men together, going up the country; and on their journey they made up their minds not to believe anything they could not reason out.
An old man heard them; and presently he said, “I heard you say you would not believe anything you could not reason out.”
“Yes,” they said, “that is so.”
“Well,” he said, “coming down on the train today, I noticed some geese, some sheep, some swine, and some cattle all eating grass. Can you tell me by what process that same grass was turned into hair, feathers, bristles and wool? Do you believe it is a fact?”
“Oh yes,” they said, “we cannot help believing that, though we fail to understand it.”
“Well,” said the old man, “I cannot help believing in Jesus Christ.”
And I cannot help believing in the regeneration of man, when I see men who have been reclaimed, when I see men who have been reformed. Have not some of the very worst men been regenerated—been picked up out of the pit, and had their feet set upon the Rock, and a new song put