These are theorisings about God.  These are statements to convey this modern idea of God.  This, we say, is the nature of the person whose will and thoughts we serve.  No one, however, who understands the religious life seeks conversion by argument.  First one must feel the need of God, then one must form or receive an acceptable idea of God.  That much is no more than turning one’s face to the east to see the coming of the sun.  One may still doubt if that direction is the east or whether the sun will rise.  The real coming of God is not that.  It is a change, an irradiation of the mind.  Everything is there as it was before, only now it is aflame.  Suddenly the light fills one’s eyes, and one knows that God has risen and that doubt has fled for ever.

3.  God is youth

The third thing to be told of the true God is that god is youth.

God, we hold, began and is always beginning.  He looks forever into the future.

Most of the old religions derive from a patriarchal phase.  God is in those systems the Ancient of Days.  I know of no Christian attempt to represent or symbolise God the Father which is not a bearded, aged man.  White hair, beard, bearing, wrinkles, a hundred such symptoms of senile decay are there.  These marks of senility do not astonish our modern minds in the picture of God, only because tradition and usage have blinded our eyes to the absurdity of a time-worn immortal.  Jove too and Wotan are figures far past the prime of their vigour.  These are gods after the ancient habit of the human mind, that turned perpetually backward for causes and reasons and saw all things to come as no more than the working out of Fate,—­

     “Of Man’s first disobedience and the fruit
     Of that forbidden tree, whose mortal taste
     Brought death into the world and all our woe.”

But the God of this new age, we repeat, looks not to our past but our future, and if a figure may represent him it must be the figure of a beautiful youth, already brave and wise, but hardly come to his strength.  He should stand lightly on his feet in the morning time, eager to go forward, as though he had but newly arisen to a day that was still but a promise; he should bear a sword, that clean, discriminating weapon, his eyes should be as bright as swords; his lips should fall apart with eagerness for the great adventure before him, and he should be in very fresh and golden harness, reflecting the rising sun.  Death should still hang like mists and cloud banks and shadows in the valleys of the wide landscape about him.  There should be dew upon the threads of gossamer and little leaves and blades of the turf at his feet. . . .

4.  When we say god is love