Take three points on which I do not dwell and apply them to yourselves, dear brethren, and estimate by them the condition of things around us.  First, say whether the ordinary tenor of our own religious life looks as if we had that Divine Spirit in us which transforms everything into its own beauty, and makes men, through all the regions of their nature, holy and pure.  Then ask yourselves the question whether the standard of devotion and consecration in any church witnesses of the presence of a Divine Spirit.  A little handful of people, the best of them very partially touched with the life of God, and very imperfectly consecrated to His service, surrounded by a great mass about whom we can scarcely, in the judgment of charity, say even so much, that is the description of most of our congregations.  ‘Are these His doings?’ Surely somebody else’s than His.

Take another question.  Do the relations of modern Christians and their churches to one another attest the presence of a unifying Spirit?  ’We have all been made to drink into one Spirit,’ said Paul.  Alas, alas! does it seem as if we had?  Look round professing Christendom, look at the rivalries and the jealousies between two chapels in adjoining streets.  Look at the gulfs between Christian men who differ only on some comparative trifle of organisation and polity, and say if such things correspond to the Pentecostal promise of one Spirit which is to make all the members into one body?  ’Is the Spirit of the Lord straitened?  Are these His doings?’

Take another branch of evidence.  Look at the comparative impotence of the Church in its conflict with the growing worldliness of the world.  I do not forget how much is being done all about us to-day, and how still Christ’s Gospel is winning triumphs, but I do not suppose that any man can look thoughtfully and dispassionately on the condition, say, for instance, of Manchester, or of any of our great towns, and mark how the populace knows nothing and cares nothing about us and our Christianity, and never comes into our places of worship, and has no share in our hopes any more than if they lived in Central Africa, and that after eighteen hundred years of nominal Christianity, without feeling that some malign influence has arrested the leaping growth of the early Church, and that somehow or other that lava stream, if I might so call it, which poured hot from the heart of God in the old days has had its flow checked, and over its burning bed there has spread a black and wrinkled crust, whatsoever lingering heat there may still be at the centre.  ‘If God be with us, why has all this come upon us?’

III.  And now, lastly, let us think for a moment of the solution of the contradiction.