"Because I love him," she said.
"Do you believe you love him better than God loves you?"
With a look of surprise, she said, "Does God love us the same way we love?"
"There is but one kind of love," I said, "and I really think He would like to have you forget that lie you told so long ago, without thinking how wrong it was, because you were thinking of something else, just as Edward was only thinking he wanted to see what was under the glass of the locket."
She looked at me wistfully.
"Did you ever read about Jesus Christ in the New Testament?" said I.
"Yes, and I hate to."
"Why?"
"Because you know everybody says we must be like Him, and He never did anything wrong, and I cannot be like Him, for I do wrong of all kinds—beside that lie, and you know how cross I am."
"O," said I, "I do not wonder you feel discouraged if you think that you must be as good as Jesus Christ right away, to begin with; but Jesus Christ came into the world to say a word that is the most important word in the New Testament, and if He had not said it, He would have done us more harm than good with His perfect example, discouraging us entirely."