After they had finished reading, she said,
“I think that is a very hard chapter. The only verses in it that I understand are this one where it says, 'Holy, holy, holy is the Lord of hosts,' and the eighth verse about 'Whom shall I send?'”
“Well,” said her mother, “if you understand those two, they will give you plenty to think of, and when you are older you will be able to understand more.”
After a moment's silence Marty said,
“You were saying a while ago that I'd have to go to school and learn a great deal before I could be a missionary. I s'pose I'll have to study the Bible a great deal too.”
“Oh, of course. I didn't mention that particularly, because I took it for granted you would know that any one who undertakes to show others the way of life must know the way herself, and the Bible is the book that points out that way. You remember Jesus says, 'Search the Scriptures; they are they which testify of me.'”
“But how am I ever to learn? Some people seem to know just where everything is, all the verses that explain other verses, and so on. They can so easily find something in the Old Testament that exactly fits into something in the New Testament. I often wonder how they do it.”
“They love the Word of God, study it, and pray over it.”
“I want to love it too,” said Marty, pressing her face against the open Bible on her mother's knee. “Whether I'm a missionary or not, I want to be a Christian and do some work for the Lord.”