"
"You are judging by yourself. But there is as much difference
between you and me as between light and darkness."
"Not quite that," replied Mary, with one of those smiles that
used to make her father feel as if she were that moment come
fresh from God to him. "If you knew Jesus Christ, you could not
help loving him, and to love him is to love God."
"You wear me out! Will you never come to the point? _Know Jesus
Christ!_ How am I to go back two thousand years?"
"What he was then he is now," answered Mary. "And you may even
know him better than they did at the time who saw him; for it was
not until they understood him better, by his being taken from
them, that they wrote down his life."
"I suppose you mean I must read the New Testament?" said Mr.
Redmain, pettishly.
"Of course!" answered Mary, a little surprised; for she was
unaware how few have a notion what the New Testament is, or is
meant for.
"Then why didn't you say so at first? There I have you! That's
just where I learn that I must be damned for ever!"
"I don't mean the Epistles. Those you can't understand--yet."
"I'm glad you don't mean _them._ I hate them."
"I don't wonder. You have never seen a single shine of what they
are; and what most people think them is hardly the least like
them. What I want you to read is the life and death of the son of
man, the master of men.
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