"No, I don't think you're crazy, but what I have said is true, Jimmie. You can't see the wind, but you know there is wind because you feel it. I cannot see Jesus with my natural eye, but I know He is here, just as well as you know that the wind is blowing. I trust Him for everything, and He supplies all my needs. I have loved Him and He has kept me for seven years. I never help any one myself; I do it for Him. He gives me the love and the money, and if I help you, you must thank Him and not me."
"Maybe He loves good boys; but I'm no good, ner never was. He can't love no kid like me, kin he?"
"Yes, my boy, just as much as He does me."
"Den He don't know me, for everybody dat knows me says I'm bad.
Me Ma, even she says so. I guess He don't love no one in Bucktown."
"Yes, He loves every one in Bucktown, and He will care for you all if you will trust Him and ask Him for what you need."
"Kin I ask Him fur somethin' ter eat."
"Yes, you can, and you'll get it too. But you must love Him and thank Him for what you get."
Jimmie looked up to see if Morton really meant what he was saying. When he saw the look of intense earnestness on the superintendent's face he knew that he was not deceiving him.
"I hope He'll help Pa," said Jimmie thoughtfully. "I guess he needs it mor'n der rest of us do."
"If your Pa will tell God what a sinner he has been and will ask Him for forgiveness, He will help him. God is a friend of sinners, Jimmie."