"Is there one of us who cannot remember how, in the hours when he tried to do what was right, the possibility of God, perhaps the certainty of God, grew clear to him, and it seemed to him as if the world opened and spiritual things bore direct testimony of themselves?

And is there one of us who has not the other recollection also, of hours when, in the tumult of indulged passion, or in times when we let ourselves be mean, or when we cared for ourselves, the whole world of spiritual being, God, heaven, immortality, the power of divine love, the vast, infinite hopes, aye, even the spiritual quality of our own self -- all seemed to fade away from us as the landscape fades away out of the sight of the eye when blindness drops upon it?" Phillips Brooks, painting by Henry Ossawa Tanner, "The Annunciation.' 

  It would be a sad story if when we are faithless, and the landscape of spiritual things fade away, that God would leaves us to ourselves; ah, but, "If we are faithless, He remains faithful..."