One of the difficulties of living in a time of crises and cataclysmic events is that one is dangerously apt to fold one’s hands and say, What can I do about it? This is a job for the superman, the statesman, the scientist, the social worker. In short, not my responsibility but the other chap’s, whoever he may be. How can I be expected to arrest these primeval forces let loose amongst us? With poverty and suffering on so vast a scale in the world, the little I can do to relieve it is hardly worth doing.
Even so, might the members of the early church—so small in numbers, so valiant of heart, setting out to convert a heathen world—have said. But they didn’t. They were sustained by the faith that moves mountains. Now I believe in the same way, there