“‘Come unto me all ye that labor and are heavy laden.’”
“I would I could hear Him say as much to me; but I can not go, come, nor do any thing else; not even stay away; I’m a bit of wind-drifted down!”
“Come all ye heavy laden,” measuredly replied the priest.
“Oh, if there were some one to bear me onward; blind and weak as I am!”
“He carries the lambs in His bosom!”
“Alas, I feel myself cowering away from His Holiness, when I attempt to approach Him alone!”
“All to Him must go alone, in prayer as in death. He meets with a plenteous mercy the confiding ones who come by sorrows’ thorny path, as He will meet the needy in judgment who have only faith’s plea. Fear not to go alone; solitude has its benefits, and He is sole accuser or excuser. The terms of His rebuke are eternal secrets, as are the terms of His forgiveness. They lie alone, between the Blesser and the blessed.”
“Is the lovely woman there, your Mary?”
“Yes, child.”
“And she was the mother of this Saviour?”