That’s the aged old cry: “If I could only find God.” The…All ages, people are born to worship. You’ll worship something. Maybe it’s your child, your car, your home, your job, maybe even your church. That will not work. It isn’t the church we worship; it’s God. The caveman, the Indians, the American Indian, we found that he worshipped the sun. And he believed there was a happy hunting ground. When one died, they put the corn and so forth, his bow and arrow, and sent him out across the sea somewhere in his canoe, that he would find the happy hunting ground where he would have provisions to carry him over. There’s something in the human heart that calls out for a worship, somewhere. No man is on earth without worship. He worships something.

Show Us the Father and It Suffices, 1950-08-19, Cleveland, OH, §17