“That One surely ought to love you, Carmen––”
“He does,” she answered softly.
“Well!” put in Haynerd, torn with anger and fear. “What are we going to do now?”
“Everything, Ned, that error seems to tell us not to do,” replied the girl.
She reached over to the little table that stood near, and took from it a Bible. Opening it, she read aloud, very slowly, the entire fourteenth chapter of Exodus. Then she concluded by reading the last two verses of the eighth chapter of Romans.
“Now,” she said, looking up, “we know what we are going to do, don’t we? We are going right on, as ‘seeing Him who is invisible’ to men like Mr. Ames.”
They sat looking at her in silence.
“There is no curse, whether of the Church, or of business, 206 or of any department of human thought, that can overthrow legitimate business; and we are in the legitimate business of reflecting God to the world. If the physical sense of supply is now lost, we are fortunate, for now we are obliged to acquire a higher sense. All that we have comes from God. And we become aware of it in our own consciousness. It is there that we interpret His supply. Mr. Ames interprets it one way; we, in a very different way. God has always been able to prepare a table in the wilderness of human thought. If we look for supply from without, we shall not find it, for everything is within. And the very fact that there is a legitimate demand shows that there is the supply to meet it, for––though the world hasn’t learned this yet––it is the supply itself that really creates the demand!”
“But money makes the wheels go!” retorted Haynerd.
“Money, Ned, is the counterfeit of God. He is our only supply. He is our Principle––infinite, inexhaustible. He is our credit––without limit! We are facing a crisis, but, like every seeming disturbance of the infinite harmony, it will vanish in a little while if we but cling to the divine Mind that is God for guidance.”