alled by their names.
Then, if the earth must have its animals, why not the old ones, already
dear? The sons of God are not a new race of sons of God, but the old
race glorified:--why a new race of animals, and not the old ones
glorified?

The apostle says they are to share in the liberty of the sons of God:
will it not then be a liberty like ours, a liberty always ready to be
offered on the altar of love? What sweet service will not that of the
animals be, thus offered! How sweet also to minister to them in their
turns of need! For to us doubtless will they then flee for help in any
difficulty, as now they flee from us in dread of our tyranny. What
lovelier feature in the newness of the new earth, than the old animals
glorified with us, in their home with us--our common home, the house of
our father--each kind an unfailing pleasure to the other! Ah, what
horses! Ah, what dogs! Ah, what wild beasts, and what birds in the air!
The whole redeemed creation goes to make up St Paul's heaven. He had
learned of him who would leave no one out; who made the excuse for his
murderers that they did not know what they were doing.

Is not the prophecy on the groaning creation to have its fulfilment in
the new heavens and the new earth, wherein dwelleth righteousness? Does
not this involve its existence beyond what we call this world? Why
should it not then involve immortality? Would it not be more like the
king eternal, immortal, invisible, to know no life but the immortal? to
create nothing that could die; to slay nothing but evil? 'For he is not
a God of the dead, but of the living; for all live unto him.'

But what is this liberty of the children of God, for which the whole
creation is waiting? The children themselves are waiting for it: when
they have it, then will their house and retinue, the creation, whose
fate hangs on that of the children, share it with them: what is this
liberty?

All liberty must of course consist in the realization of the ideal
harmony between the creative will and the created life; in the
correspondence of the creature's active being to the creator's idea,
which is his substantial soul. In other words the creature's liberty is
what his obedience to the law of his existence, the will of his maker,
effects for him. The instant a soul moves counter to the will of its
prime cause, the universe is its prison; it dashes against the walls of
it, and the sweetest of its uplifting and sustaining forces at onc