"You can if you will just let Him be your friend."
"Well, I don't know much about that," was the slow reply. "That takes faith, and I don't have much faith in some of the church members I know."
"That used to trouble me also," said Percy, "until one time the thought impressed itself upon me that even Christ himself did all His great work with one of the twelve a traitor; and this thought always comes to me now when self-respecting men object to uniting with organized Christianity because of those who may be regarded as traitors or hypocrites, but not of such flagrant character as to insure expulsion from the Church?"
"Do you believe in miracles?" asked the driver.
"Oh, yes," said Percy, "in such miracles as the growth of the corn plant."
"Why, that isn't any miracle. Everybody understands all about that."
"Not everybody," replied Percy. "There is only One who understands it. There is only one great miracle, and that is the miracle of life. It is said that men adulterate coffee, even to the extent of making the bean or berry so nearly like the natural that it requires an expert to detect the fraud; but do you think an imitation seed would grow?"
"No, it wouldn't grow," said the driver.
"Not only that," said Percy, "but we may have a natural and perfect grain of corn and it can never be made to grow by any or all of the knowledge and skill of men, if for a single instant the life principle has left the kernel, which may easily result by changing its temperature a few degrees above or below the usual range. The spark of life returns to God who gave it, and man is as helpless to restore it as when he first walked the earth.
"What miracle do you find hard to accept?" asked Percy.