That nation liveth best whose men and women are freest for an adventure.
But worst whose men and women are most cautious.
He is most happy who has run to the Altar and surrendered his all there to God and then found a will and a way in which to live.
For most, alas! there is no altar visible, no way to an altar. They do not know what the Altar is nor what it is for.
Business and war and hate and selfish desire have hidden it from men's eyes.
Only when the cloud lifts the Altar is disclosed, and men commonly when they see it leave all that they have and run to it and fling themselves before it in tears.
It is the grand altar of humanity. The altar of all on which the one sacrifices himself.
It is the altar of the sacrifice of Christ.
The Cross.
The quartering of humanity—an altar in the midst of the people.