and forcing this raw material through a tiny stem, constructs a watermelon.  It ornaments the outside with a covering of green; inside the green it puts a layer of white, and within the white a core of red, and all through the red it scatters seeds, each one capable of continuing the work of reproduction.  Where does that little seed get its tremendous power?  Where does it find its coloring matter?  How does it collect its flavoring extract?  How does it build a watermelon?  Until you can explain a watermelon, do not be too sure that you can set limits to the power of the Almighty and say just what He would do or how He would do it.  I cannot explain the watermelon, but I eat it and enjoy it.

The egg is the most universal of foods and its use dates from the beginning, but what is more mysterious than an egg?  When an egg is fresh it is an important article of merchandise; a hen can destroy its market value in a week’s time, but in two weeks more she can bring forth from it what man could not find in it.  We eat eggs, but we cannot explain an egg.

Water has been used from the birth of man; we learned after it had been used for ages that it is merely a mixture of gases, but it is far more important that we have water to drink than that we know that it is not water.

Everything that grows tells a like story of infinite power.  Why should I deny that a divine hand fed a multitude with a few loaves and fishes when I see hundreds of millions fed every year by a hand which converts the seeds scattered over the field into an abundant harvest?  We know that food can be multiplied in a few months’ time; shall we deny the power of the Creator to eliminate the element of time, when we have gone so far in eliminating the element of space?  Who am I that I should attempt to measure the arm of the Almighty with my puny arm, or to measure the brain of the Infinite with my finite mind?  Who am I that I should attempt to put metes and bounds to the power of the Creator?

But there is something even more wonderful still—­the mysterious change that takes place in the human heart when the man begins to hate the things he loved and to love the things he hated—­the marvelous transformation that takes place in the man who, before the change, would have sacrificed a world for his own advancement but who, after the change, would give his life for a principle and esteem it a privilege to make sacrifice for his convictions!  What greater miracle than this, that converts a selfish, self-centered human being into a center from which good influences flow out in every direction!  And yet this miracle has been wrought in the heart of each one of us—­or may be wrought—­and we have seen it wrought in the hearts and lives of those about us.  No, living a life that is a mystery, and living in the midst of mystery and miracles, I shall not allow either to deprive me of the benefits of the Christian religion.  If you ask me if I understand everything in the Bible, I answer, no, but if we will try to live up to what we do understand, we will be kept so busy doing good that we will not have time to worry about the passages which we do not understand.