<b><font size="4"><SPAN name="CHAPTER VII">CHAPTER VII</SPAN>.</font></b></p>
<p align="left"><br/>
<b>THE DEGREE OF "O.O."</b></p>
<p align="left">When Moody first visited Ireland he was introduced by a friend
to an Irish merchant who asked at once:</p>
<p align="left">"Is he an O.O.?"</p>
<p align="left">"Out and Out"--that was what "O.O." stood
for.</p>
<p align="left">"Out and Out" for God--that was what this merchant
meant. He indeed is but a wooden man, and a poor stick at that, who is decided
in everything else, but who never knows "where he is at" in all moral
relations, being religiously nowhere.</p>
<p align="left">The early books of the Hebrews have much to say about "The
Valley of Decision" and the development of "Out and Out" moral
character.</p>
<p align="left">Wofully lacking in a well-balanced will power is the man who
stands side by side with moral evil personified, in hands with it, to serve it
willingly as a tool and servant.</p>
<p align="left">Morally made in God's image, what is more sane, more wholesome,
more fitting, for a man than his rising up promptly, decidedly, to make the
Divine Will his own will in all moral action, to take it as the supreme guide to
go by? It is the glory of the human will to coincide with the Divine Will. Doing
this, a man's Iron Will, instead of being a malignant selfish power, will be
useful in uplifting mankind.</p>
<p align="left">God has spoken, or he has not spoken. If he has spoken, the wise
will hear.</p>
<blockquote>
<p align="left">We search the world for truth; we cull<br/>
The good, the pure, the beautiful,<br/>
From graven stone and written scroll,<br/>
From all the flower-fields of the soul:<br/>
And, weary seekers of the best,<br/>
We come back laden from our quest,<br/>
To find that all the sages said<br/>
Is in the BOOK our mother read.</p>
<p align="left"><i>Whittier</i>.</p>
<p align="left"><br/>
O earth that blooms and birds that sing,<br/>
O stars that shine when all is dark!<br/>
In type and symbol thou dost bring<br/>
The Life Divine, and bid us hark,<br/>
That we may catch the chant sublime,<br/>
And, rising, pass the bounds of time;<br/>
So shall we win the goal divine,<br/>
Our immortality.</p>
<p align="left"><i>Carrol Norton</i>.</p>
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