‘He does indeed, Enoch. Here I've been trying to convert Moses with my preaching, and the Almighty sets aside His servant, and converts the sinner by means of a dog and a little child. After all, there's something can get at the heart besides theology and philosophy. The foolishness of God is greater than the wisdom of man.’
‘Then yo' think he's convarted, Mr. Penrose?’
‘Well, if the New Testament test is a true one, he is, for he is indeed bringing forth fruits meet for repentance.’
‘He is so,’ said Enoch, ‘it what Abram sez is true. I awlus towd my missus that whenever Moses gave his furst hawve-craan it 'ud be his fust stride towards th' kingdom o' grace; but if he's gin Jim Crawshaw his deeds back he's getten a deal further into th' kingdom nor some o' us.’
Mr. Penrose attempted to continue the conversation, but in vain, for a lump rose in his throat, and the landscape was dimmed by the moisture he could not keep back from his eyes. And as with the pastor, so with his companions. A great joy filled all their hearts—a joy too deep for words, but not for tears.
In a little while Mr. Penrose said:
‘Moses called to see me last night to ask for re-admission into the Church. He wants me to baptize him next Sunday afternoon week, and would like to give his testimony.’
‘But he were baptized thirty year sin' by Mr. Morell,’ said Abram. ‘Why does he want dippin' o'er agen?’
‘Because, as he says, he never received his testimony before last Monday, when he saved Oliver's child from drowning.’
‘An' are yo' baan to baptize him?’ asked Enoch.