I found the Holy Spirit in the noise of cities. I found the Holy Spirit in the society of men. It was a gray mist hovering over the machines of industry. It was a soft hand on the face of a worker there. It waited silently in the offices where the machinery of tape and paper hummed busily. It was there where men met men in the simplest and most elaborate sociabilities, the loafers in the square and the lady at her afternoon tea.
I looked for the Holy Spirit and I found it in the society of men.