“This promise was: Behold I have delivered the land into his hand. It is given to him, still he must go and get it; he must work and get it. God does not often put ready-made things into our hands; if he did we would not be co-workers.”
Judith understood. Aunt Affy would not have thought of telling these things to Judith.
“That is his way of working for us, working in us. His work does not interfere with our work, only makes our work sure and strong. We speak the words; he keeps them from falling to the ground. Judah was the strongest tribe; he had been made ready for pioneer work; the first thing he did was to speak to Simeon, his brother, and say: Come with me. He found somebody to work with him. But he had to go first. He chose Simeon. We may choose somebody to work with us.”
“But, Aunt Affy, I meant somebody to work for,” replied Marion, who had a mission to somebody.
“There is nobody in the world to work for; it is always somebody to work with. We are all co-workers with God. The somebody you wish to find is a co-worker, too. Why not? Has God chosen only you for His work?”
Marion looked ashamed; frightened at herself, and ashamed.
“How could I be so proud?”
“Oh, we all can,” said Aunt Affy, smiling. “And this brings me to my own story.”
“The new Bible,” said Judith, eagerly.
“One day I asked our Father to bring some one to me; my life has never been a going out, for Rody could never spare me, it has been a bringing in, instead; then I came in here and read about Judah and Simeon, and waited. The waiting is always a part of it.”