‘“Our wills are ours, to make them Thine,”
that is the mystery of salvation.’
‘Then, Mr. Penrose, I ask you—why don't we make our wills God's?’
Mr. Penrose was silent, and then he made a slip, and played into his opponent's hands by saying:
‘My faith in a final restitution meets that difficulty. We shall all be God's some time; His love is bound to conquer.’
‘Suppose what you call Will defies God's love, what then?’
‘It cannot.’
‘Then it is no longer will.’
‘Cannot you conceive of Will winning Will?’