In some ways, it’s not hard at all to find God at Harvard. You can find him down by the river, where our houses are named after the old Puritans—Mather, Dunster, and Winthrop. He’s in the Yard, too—the old University motto, “Veritas Christo et Ecclesiae,” is emblazoned right on top of Johnston Gate, reminding us that whether we like it or not, our college is dedicated to “Truth for Christ and the Church.” Matthews Hall is covered with crosses, and Memorial Hall is built like an old Gothic cathedral. And, of course, there’s a church sitting right in the middle of it all, complete with clergy, morning prayers, and Sunday services. God, it seems, was here long before any of us were, and has no intention of leaving anytime soon.