universe he lives by faith and not by sight. But for his private life and action — I mean, in all that he has contact with, I do not mean merely in self-regarding matters, if such could be distinguished — he has sight continuous with his faith. His vision and experience are not empty, but overflowingly full. He has “the water that I shall give him”; he is filled with “what is real.” He is never out of reach of the world of values, revealed to him and in him. Religion does not say, I think, that he is to believe in an order of values some day to be attained without intermixture of what seems hostile to value. Following our simple purpose, we will not speculate about this. But what we do know is that a simple faith finds on all sides confirmation and realisation, strangely intermingled and interdependent with difficulty and obstruction, in the world in which our feet are set.
