so-called “problems.”  Life rightly lived has no problems.  This is a hard saying for an intellectual age whose temptation is to trust in its own power rather than in the power of God, but “except ye become as little children” and walk by faith and not by sight the Kingdom of God is withheld.  A soldier who suffered in the late war, and out of his suffering found peace, says, “Christ’s hardest work is to teach the wise:  Those who are entrusted with authority and responsibility will be the least prepared to make the venture of the Spirit, however much they may believe in it.  They are sacrificing least now:  they will have to sacrifice most when the Spirit comes.  They have so much to unlearn:  children and working men have so little.  The whole of our world today is rooted and grounded in intellect.  Our machinery, our institutions, our great systems, the entire body of enterprise is governed by brains.  It is this that will alter.  Just behind intellect there is a vision that is purer, keener, more powerful than the vision of your eyes, than the hearing of your ears, than the touch of your hands.  This world is being transformed into another which comes into being at our spiritual touch.  The world needs something personal, something from the heart.  It is sick to death with the cold machinery of the intellect.  But before men see this they must change their view of life, they must be born again. The scientists, the historians and theologians, the philosophers, have made the universe too big.  It is not a big place:  it is very tiny.  Life is so simple, really.  Our wise men have made it so difficult, so ugly.  It is only children who can see the risen Christ; children, perhaps, out of whom seven devils have been cast.  The world needs not critics, but teachers, and children are waiting everywhere to teach, but men, shutting the windows of their souls, try rather to mould these little ones to fit into the vacant spaces of their own stupid world.  Are not children the true artists?  They won’t tolerate anything but Beauty.  They see Beauty everywhere, not because it is there, but because they want it there.  Everything they touch turns into something far more precious than gold:  every word they utter is a song of praise.  You are almost in heaven every time you look into the eyes of a child.”  Remember, please, these are the words of a man who has faced the horrible realities of modern warfare, and so do not dismiss them as mere poetry, or with Nicodemus’ question, “How can a man be born again?”, but listen to a modern interpretation of the answer to that question:—­("The Life Indeed.”) “We must be born again even to see the spiritual kingdom, must be born of water and the spirit to enter its gates at all.  So to his little audience of disciples Our Lord says it is not an affair of legislation, of discovery, of which men say, ’Lo here, lo there! but the kingdom of heaven is within you. Why a second birth?  This is a second birth because it must