“I don’t know. I wouldn’t be without the Bible for all the world; and yet I know I don’t find all the comfort in it that some people do. I suppose it is because I am not sure that I am a Christian.”
“A Christian?” repeated Mrs Lee.
“Yes; a child of God,” said Christie, with a sigh. “If I were sure that I am a child of God, then all the promises in His Holy Word would be mine.”
“I suppose you mean if you were always good and never committed any sin?” said Mrs Lee, inquiringly.
“No; not that, exactly. Even God’s people fall into sin sometimes.”
“What do you mean by being a child of God, then? We are all His children in a certain sense, are we not?”
Christie glanced doubtfully at Mrs Lee.
“I mean one who loves God supremely—one who is at peace with God, who has no will but His—one whose sins are forgiven for Jesus Christ’s sake.”
“And you think you are not one of these?” said Mrs Lee.
“I don’t know. Sometimes I hope; but I am afraid not. I am sure I wish to be.”