/ IN: GOD'S OUT-OF-DOORS 
Oy hig OME people do not well know that God is out-of-doors. 
hy} Ys a | marvel at them. He is everywhere—‘‘though I take 
(, the wings of the morning'’—but so God is in dusks 
; /% and dawns and twilights and noons, in doors and out, 
SY. at toil and on holidays, where deserts keep tryst with 
the moonlight, and where the wide sea can behold no 
shore —God is always wherever I have gone. He is 
in the little room where a baby learns its prayer 
from mother lips, kneeling, and with fingers inter- 
laced (God loves a sight like this), and in the 
church where congregations meet to wait on the 
Lord, and ‘‘worship in the beauty of holiness," and where in God's acre 
we bury our beloved out of the sight of our eyes dimmed with weeping 
—God is there; but he is also out where he has planted the wind 
flowers, and where the hawthorn stoops beneath its drifted snows fresh 
fallen, and where sweet eglantine blooms and the fringed gentian, and 
where the Indian pipe grows in the dusk of quiet woods, and where the 
maple flushes a little in the early spring and sows the ground beneath, 
where its shadows will soon shut sunlight out, with its own pink blos- 
soms, and where the sycamore stands in winter with its yellow apples 
like a jest of harvest for a tree so bulky, or where dodder plant, yellow 
as gold, steals saps from other plants to feed its splendors on, and where 
the sea-fowls float like a ghost of voices through the night skies, heard 
but unseen,—God is out-of-doors also God is everywhere. 
He made the Out-of-doors and loves it, and haunts it. as Jesus did 
the mountain and the sea. ‘Behold the lilies how they grow,” He 
said whose name is sweet; and so | will heed them; and, He said, 
“Are not two sparrows sold for a farthing?” True, sparrows are very 
plentiful and bickering, but I will look at them, for He made them and 
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