“Are you sure it will be the end of them, sir?”
“Of some of them at least, I hope, and those the worst. I cannot be sure of anything but that all things work together for good to them that love God.”
“I don’t know yet whether I do love God.”
“Not the father of Jesus Christ?”
“If God is really just like him, I don’t see how any man could help loving him. But, do you know? I am terrified sometimes at the thought of seeing MY father. He was such a severe man! I am afraid he will scorn me.”
“Never—if he has got into heavenly ways. And you have your mother there too, have you not?”
“Oh! yes; I didn’t think of that. I don’t remember much of her.”
“Anyhow, you have God there, and you must rest in him. He will not forget you, for that would be ceasing to be God. If God were to forget for one moment, the universe would grow black—vanish—rush out again from the realm of law and order into chaos and night.”
“But I have been wicked.”
“The more need you have, if possible, of your Father in heaven.”