I want
you to look out for his will, and find it, and do it. I want you
not only to do it, though that is the main thing, when you think
of it, but to look for it, that you may do it. I need not say to
you that this is not a thing to be _talked_ about much, for
you don't do that. You may think me very silent, my love; but I
do not talk always when I am inclined, for the fear I might let
my feeling out that way, instead of doing something he wants of
me with it. And how repulsive and full of offense those generally
are who talk most! Our strength ought to go into conduct, not
into talk--least of all, into talk about what they call the
doctrines of the gospel. The man who does what God tells him,
sits at his Father's feet, and looks up in his Father's face; and
men had better leave him alone, for he can not greatly mistake
his Father, and certainly will not displease him. Look for the
lovely will, my child, that you may be its servant, its priest,
its sister, its queen, its slave--as Paul calls himself. How that
man did glory in his Master!"
"I will try, father," returned Mary, with a burst of tears. "I do
want to be good. I do want to be one of his slaves, if I may."
"_May!_ my child? You are bound to be. You have no choice
but choose it. It is what we are made for--freedom, the divine
nature, God's life, a grand, pure, open-eyed existence! It is
what Christ died for.
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