It were easier to get all the sunbeams out of grasses and flowers and plants in the bright summer days than to get the life of Christ out of the world. It has wrought itself into everything along these Christian centuries, not only into the individual lives of Christ's followers, but also into laws and systems and institutions, into thought and literature and music and art. Christianity is not a mere creed. There is that in it which can never be wrapped up in forms, in liturgies, in confessions. Nor is Christianity a mere code of ethics; it is a life, a throbbing, pulsing, immortal life. It enters into men as the sunshine enters into the plant or the flowers. It becomes their very heart's blood, their breath, their spirit. It inspires their thought, their feeling, their words, their acts.