Once while riding in the country, I noticed an unusual weather vane on a farmer’s barn. Inscribed on the arrow were these words: “God is love.” I turned in at the gate and asked the farmer, “What do you mean by that? Do you think God’s love is changeable; that it veers about as that arrow turns in the winds?” “Oh, no,” replied the farmer, “I mean that whichever way the wind blows, God is still love.”