The hope of science lies in exploring the natural environment.  All material reality is here, and here science has found all her truth, and every season reminds her that inexpressible wonders still wait her search.  In the heavens above, and in the earth beneath, and in the waters under the earth are hidden the treasure for which she is to toil.  Earth and sea and sky; the waveless depths and the windless heights, and the wide expanse between, now sunlit and again stormswept, are the field of her enterprise and hope.  And in the same way the human environment is the region that the spirit must explore.  The meaning of humanity must be found in and through humanity.  “Say not in thy heart, Who shall ascend into heaven? that is, to bring Christ down; or who shall descend into the abyss? that is, to bring Christ up from the dead.  The word is nigh thee, in thy mouth and in thy heart.”  The divine reality offers itself to faith in and through the scope and sweep of life.  The order of God is in the life of society.  The ideal for man, the method by which it is realized, and the power, are set in the spiritual tissues of the race.  If you see no God, no soul, no genuine religion, believe rather that you are blind than that your human environment does not contain them.  You are the product of nature.  It follows that nature must be great enough to account for you and your race and the Christ who is your race at its best.  Back of the nature that gave birth to you, that bore your kind, and brought forth Christ, there must be the sufficient Spirit.  You are sure that you can not live by bread alone.  You have thoughts that wander through eternity.  You can not rest until you rest in God.  You are a being made for religion, and again here is the gospel that meets your intelligence with its wisdom, your heart with its love, your will with its moral authority.  Nothing puts your being in tune, and nothing rings out the best music that is in you, as the gospel does.  It is omnipresent in our civilization, working everywhere to crush the beast and to free the man.  It is in a mother’s love, the soul of its tenderness; it is in a father’s heart as ideal and incentive.  The history and the experience and the hope of our homes are transfigured in its light, as if the earth should repose in an everlasting evening glow.  Patriotism is alive with its fire, and the new and growing passion for humanity is the great token of its quickening spirit.  It is the box of ointment, very precious, which has been broken in society and all Christendom is filled with its perfume.  Birth and death, love and sorrow, achievement and failure, human life and its immemorial content, the old room and the dear and dreary things in it, take on new dignity and grace.  To detect the new spirit in the old dwelling is the best and most rewarding of all intuitions.  To live in the human homestead consecrated by the diffusion of Christ’s gospel is to undergo an unconscious conformation to exalted