r the President of
the company. Let us do our little bit with cheerfulness and not take
the responsibility that belongs to God. None of us can turn the earth
around; all we can ever hope to do is to hit it a few whacks on the
right side. We belong to a great system; a system which can convince
even the dullest of us of its greatness. Think of the miracle of night
and day enacted before our eyes every twenty-four hours. Right on the
dot comes the sun up over the saucer-like rim of the earth, never a
minute late. Think of the journey the earth makes around the sun every
year--a matter of 360,000,000 miles more or less--and it makes the
journey in an exact time and arrives on the stroke of the clock, no
washout on the line; no hot box; no spread rail; no taking on of coal
or water; no employees' strike. It never drops a stick; it never slips
a cog; and whirls in through space always on the minute. And that
without any help from either you or me! Some system, isn't it?

I believe we may safely trust God even with our affairs. When the war
broke out we all experienced a bad attack of gloom. We were afraid God
had forgotten us and gone off the job. And yet, even now, we begin to
see light through the dark clouds of sorrow and confusion. If the war
brings about the abolition of the liquor traffic, it will be justified.
Incidentally the war has already brought many by-products which are
wholly good, and it would almost seem as if there is a plan in it after
all.

Life is a great struggle against gloom, and we could fight it better if
we always remembered that happiness is a condition of heart and is not
dependent on outward conditions. The kingdom of heaven is within you.
Everything depends on the point of view.

Two prisoners looked out once through the bars,
One saw the mud, the other saw the stars.

Looking into the sky one sees the dark clouds and foretells rain, and
the picnic spoiled; another sees the rift of blue and foretells fine
weather. Looking out on life, one sees only its sad grayness; another
sees the thread of gold, "which sometimes in the patterns shows most
sweet where there are somber colors"! Happiness is a condition, and if
you are not happy now, you had better be alarmed about yourself, for
you may never be.

There was a woman who came with her family to the prairie country
thirty-five years ago. They built a house, which in those days of sod
roofs and Red-River frames seemed q