Those were his last words. In the morning the doctor was still sitting in his big chair, and Skye was fondly licking a hand that would never again caress him.
Skye, the noblest dog in the world, had no sense of sin and no sense of grace, no need of a God and no need of a Saviour!
Dr. Davidson, Skye's master, is a sinner saved by grace. And it is his sense of sin and his sense of grace, his need of a God and his need of a Saviour, that remove him by whole infinities from the faithful brute on the chair. 'A sinner,' as our fathers used to sing:
A sinner is a sacred thing,
The Holy Ghost hath made him so.
When the soul feels after God, and the heart cries out for a Saviour, it is proof positive of the divinity that dwells within us.
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'One God--but no Mediator!' sighs Job.
'One God--and one Mediator!' cries Paul.
None! One! The difference between none and one is a difference of millions. None means nothing, one means everything. None means failure: one means felicity. None means despair: one means delight. None means perdition: one means paradise. The difference between 'no Mediator' and 'one Mediator' is a difference that can never be worked out by arithmetic.
'One God'--and only one!