e Divine Breath is stirring,
who are finding the Christ within in all its matchless beauty and
redeeming power. And this new life is pushing off the old, the same as
in the spring the newly awakened life in the tree pushes off the old,
lifeless leaves that have clung on during the winter, to make place for
the new ones. And the way this old dead leaf religion is being pushed
off on every hand is indeed most interesting and inspiring to witness.

Let the places of those who have been emptying our churches by reason
of their attempts to give stones for bread, husks and chaff for the
life-giving grain, let their places be taken even for but a few times
by those who are open and alive to these higher inspirations, and then
let us again question those who feel that religion is dying out. "It
is the live coal that kindles others, not the dead." Let their places
be taken by those who have caught the inspiration of the Divine Breath,
who as a consequence have a message of mighty value and import for the
people, who by virtue of this same fact are able to present it with a
beauty and a power so enrapturing that it takes captive the soul. Then
we will find that the churches that today are dotted here and there
with a few dozen people will be filled to overflowing, and there will
not be even room enough for all who would enter. "Let the shell perish
that the pearl may appear." We need no new revelations as yet. We
need simply to find the vital spirit of those we already have. Then in
due time, when we are ready for them, new ones will come, but not
before.

"What the human soul, all the world over, needs," says John Pulsford,
"is not to be harangued, however eloquently, about the old, accepted
religion, but to be permeated, charmed, and taken captive by _a warmer
and more potent Breath of God than they ever felt before_. And I
should not be true to my personal experience if I did not bear
testimony that this Divine Breath is as exquisitely adapted to the
requirements of the soul's nature as a June morning to the planet. Nor
does the morning breath leave the trees freer to delight themselves and
develop themselves under its influence than the Breath of God allows
each human mind to unfold according to its genius. Nothing stirs the
central wheel of the soul like the Breath of God. The whole man is
quickened, his senses are new senses, his emotions new emotions; his
reason, his affections, his imagination, are all new-b