e to do something worth while in this church's work.

"I couldn't honestly answer her off-hand and in my groping I forgot the
child and her question. I saw a vision--a vision of that broader, nobler
future toward which human civilization is now swiftly moving.

"I say deliberately that it is swiftly moving, because the progress of
the world during the last fifty years has been greater than in any five
hundred years of the past.

"The older I grow the stronger becomes my conviction that the problems
of the age in which we now live cannot be solved by masculine brain
and brawn alone. The problems of the city and the nation and the great
fundamental social questions that involve the foundations of modern life
will find no solution until the heart and brain of woman are poured into
the crucible of our test.

"They talk about a woman's sphere As though it had a limit: There's not
a place in earth or heaven, There's not a task to mankind given, There's
not a blessing or a woe, There's not a whisper yes or no, There's not a
life, or death, or birth That has a feather's weight of worth Without a
woman in it!

"The difference between a man and a woman is one that makes them
the complementary parts of a perfect unit. God made man in His own
image--male and female. The person of God therefore combines these two
elements unseparated. The mind of God is both male and female. In man we
have the strength which lifts and tugs and fights the elements. This is
the aspect turned primarily toward matter. In woman we have the finer
qualities of the Spirit turned toward the source of all spirit in God.
The idea of a masculine deity is a false assumption of the Dark Ages.
God is both male and female.

"I used to wonder why Jesus Christ was a man, until I realized that
the Incarnation expressed the depth of human need. God stooped lower
in assuming the form of man. The form of the divine revelation through
Jesus Christ was determined solely by this depth of human need----"

For half an hour in impetuous eloquence, in telling incidents wet with
tears and winged with hope, he held his listeners in a spell. It was not
until the burst of applause which greeted his closing sentence had died
away that Mary Adams realized that another landmark had toppled before
the onrushing flood of modern Feminism. The conservatism of Doctor
Craddock had yielded at last to the inevitable. He, too, had joined the
ranks of the prophets who preach of a Woman's