If you have ever been in New England in the fall you are quite near heaven because I know of nothing more marvelous than the color we have there. I like that early first splash because I enjoy the beauty of the colors through a law of contrasts. As I got older I began to sense another beauty which I enjoyed from a subtle law of harmony-the colors seemed to fade into a grand union and mystical pattern. All that brilliancy had died out and there was the most mar­velous chromatic scale of color harmony.

I was in Vermont when the first lovely splash of color had more or less faded and it was coming into the subdued harmonious tones. I came to a canyon and there, to my surprise, was a pocket of brilliant red sumac which had been creeping down the moun­tain, while the rest was in this marvelous harmonious scheme. All I could think of was a tremendous chalice that God had tipped over. This was Communion Sunday and here were the hills with their Holy Sacrament! It was spilled and poured out life; and there were the gleaming rocks—the bread and wine of the Holy Com­munion!

Christ, in contrast against the sinning world and general public, was outstanding. No man spake like this Man! No man acted like Him!—Then I saw an­ other marvelous beauty in His life—on Calvary, where He is spilling His blood. Here we see a peculiar com­bination of God the Son clothed with human identity uniting Himself with the perishing and dying flesh to redeem it. There was a most magnificent harmony between God the Son, and man. That union was all made at Calvary, and there, I saw beauty that my heart could not sing!