For this final end he sent his Son, that the Father
might with him come into you, and dwell with you. Till he does so, the
temple of your soul is vacant; there is no light behind the veil, no cloudy
pillar over it; and the priests, your thoughts, feelings, loves, and
desires, moan, and are troubled--for where is the work of the priest when
the God is not there? When He comes to you, no mystery, no unknown feeling,
will any longer distress you. You will say, 'He knows, though I do not.'
And you will be at the secret of the things he has made. You will feel what
they are, and that which his will created in gladness you will receive
in joy. One glimmer of the present God in this glory would send you home
singing. But do not think I blame you, Wynnie, for feeling sad. I take it
rather as the sign of a large life in you, that will not be satisfied with
little things. I do not know when or how it may please God to give you the
quiet of mind that you need; but I tell you that I believe it is to be had;
and in the mean time, you must go on doing your work, trusting in God even
for this. Tell him to look at your sorrow, ask him to come and set it
right, making the joy go up in your heart by his presence.
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