And she didn't look for any
thanks neither, except it was from that same God she would have
to be a tyrant from the beginning--one who would calmly behold
the unspeakable misery of creatures whom he had compelled to
exist, whom he would not permit to cease, and for whom he would
do a good deal, but not all that he could. Such people, I think,
are nearly as unfair to themselves as they are to God."
"You're right, Joseph," said Mary. "If we won't take the
testimony of such against God, neither must we take it against
themselves. Only, why is it they are always so certain they are
in the right?"
"For the perfecting of the saints," suggested Joseph, with a
curious smile.
"Perhaps," answered Mary. "Anyhow, we may get that good out of
them, whether they be here for the purpose or not. I remember Mr.
Turnbull once accusing my father of irreverence, because he spoke
about God in the shop. Said my father, 'Our Lord called the old
temple his father's house and a den of thieves in the same
breath.' Mr. Turnbull saw nothing but nonsense in the answer.
Said my father then, 'You will allow that God is everywhere?' 'Of
course,' replied Mr. Turnbull. 'Except in this shop, I suppose
you mean?' said my father. 'No, I don't. That's just why I
wouldn't have you do it.' 'Then you wouldn't have me think about
him either?' 'Well! there's a time for everything.
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