I will not surrender to this narrowing of the soul. I will be strong because my children depend on it. I will be learned because my ancestors demand it. And I will seek the face of God, not in the dry and dusty corridors of modern theology, but in the wild and wonderful places where He has always dwelt—in the storm on the sea, in the hush of the forest, in the quiet and stubborn faith of a man who refuses to kneel to anything but the Almighty.