Mr. S. was once riding in the country. On a barn he saw a weather vane and on its arrow were inscribed these words: "God is love." He turned in at the gate and asked the fanner, "What do you mean by that? Do you think God's love is changeable? Does it veer about as the arrow turns in the wind?"
"Oh, no!" cried the farmer. "I mean that whichever way the wind blows, God still is love."