Some sailors were cast upon the shores of an island far away in the Pacific Ocean. They feared that they might have landed among cannibal heathen, and were full of anxious apprehension. One of their number climbed up a tall tree in order to get a wider view of the island. Down he came with a smiling face, saying, “We are all right, mates, I caught sight of a mission station.” And, sure enough, the kindhearted Christian missionaries befriended the shipwrecked sailors.
If the infidel wishes to get into a land where there are no churches, he is still able to manage this, but we observe that such do not translate their desires into action.