“O, I keep forgetting,” I exclaimed, “that I am on another planet!”
“And that this planet has different relations with God from what your planet has?” returned he. “I cannot think so, sir; it is altogether a new idea to me, and—pardon me!—an illogical one. We belong to the same system, and why should not the people of Mars have the sentence for sin revoked, as well as the people of Earth? Why should not we have been provided with an intercessor? But tell me, is it really so?—do you upon the Earth not suffer the consequences of your acts?”
“Why, certainly we do,” said I; “while we live. The plan of salvation has reference to the life after death.”
He dropped his eyes to the ground.
“You believe in that life, do you not?” I asked.
“Believe in it!”—he looked up, amazed. “All life is eternal; as long as God lives, we shall live.”
A little later he said:
“You spoke of the fall of man,—what did you mean?”
“That Man was created a perfect being, but through sin became imperfect, so that God could not take him back to Himself,—save by redemption.”
“And God sent His Only Son to the Earth, you say, to redeem your race from the consequences of their own acts?”