"
"I know it, my child. And you must not think I don't care because
I think it better not to interfere. I am with you all the time."
"Thank you, father; I know it. Well, when I was going to bed, I
was angry with him still, so it was no wonder I found I could not
say my prayers. Then I remembered how Jesus said we must forgive
or we should not be forgiven. So I forgave him with all my heart,
and kindly, too, and then I found I could pray."
The father stretched out his arms and drew her to his bosom,
murmuring, "My child! my Christ's child!" After a little he began
to talk again.
"It is a miserable thing to hear those who desire to believe
themselves Christians, talking and talking about this question
and that, the discussion of which is all for strife and nowise
for unity--not a thought among them of the one command of Christ,
to love one another. I fear some are hardly content with not
hating those who differ from them."
"I am sure, father, I try--and I think I do love everybody that
loves him," said Mary.
"Well, that is much--not enough though, my child. We must be like
Jesus, and you know that it was while we were yet sinners that
Christ died for us; therefore we must love all men, whether they
are Christians or not."
"Tell me, then, what you want me to do, father dear. I will do
whatever you tell me."
"I want you to be just like that to the Lord Christ, Mary.
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