Cragmore felt him trembling, and, reaching out, clasped his hand, and prayed silently that strength might be given him to make the consecration complete.
"I'll go with Him, with Him, all the way!"
David's voice sung it unfalteringly. When they arose the tears were streaming down his cheeks, but a great light was in his face, and a great peace in his heart. The Christ had been revealed to him. A new life and a new year had been born together.
No, the story is not done, but the rest of it can not be written until it has first been lived.
In God's good time the shuttles of his purposes shall weave these life-webs to the finish. Some threads may cross and twine, some be widely parted, and some be snapped asunder. Who can tell? The new year has only begun.
But we know that all things work together for good to those who give themselves into the eternal keeping, and—"God's in his heaven."