The third verse of Psalm 42 taken as a prediction of what happens to anyone who makes the claim. My tears have been my food day and night, while men say to me continually, Where is your God? Neville treats it as a working certainty rather than as a lament: dare to say that you and your Father are one, and let the smallest thing happen to you - a toothache, a cut finger - and the crowd will ask it. The instruction attached is to persist anyway, in the middle of it, still identifying yourself with God. He gives his own instance at 1098 and it is not a small one. Lecturing in Town Hall in New York with no idea he possessed a gall bladder, he came home to colic beyond the wildest dream; he would not cancel the next night's dinner party, left his wife to be hostess, stayed in his bedroom, and at eleven was taken to hospital - and then came my wonderful friends, Where's your God, Neville? **He does not answer the taunt; he files it.** It only fulfilled the forty-second Psalm of David - I came to fulfil - and if I didn't have a friend in my world who would say to me Where is your God, part of my scripture would be unfulfilled. So the mockery is not an objection to be met but a verse to be lived through. A child of M279, which holds the thirst of the same psalm; at 1173, 1367 and 1920 the taunt travels with the answer the psalmist gives it - these things I remember, when I went with the throng and led them in procession to the house of God - which is a vision of his own and has no motif yet.