“Haven’t you found his yoke easy and his burden light, then?”
“No, I haven’t. I know it is my own fault; but that doesn’t alter the fact or relieve the weariness.”
“Then do you believe that he made a mistake when he said the yoke was easy?”
Ruth arrested her tears to look up in wonder.
“Of course not,” she said, quickly. “I know it is owing to myself, but I don’t know how to remedy it. There are those who find the statement meets their experience, I don’t doubt, but it seems not to be for me.”
“But, if that is so, don’t you think he ought to have said, ‘Some of you will find the burden light, but others of you will have to struggle and flounder in the dark?’ You know he hasn’t qualified it at all. He said, ‘Come unto me and I will give you rest; take my yoke upon you, for it is light.’ And he said it to all who are ‘heavy laden.’”
“Well,” said Ruth, after a thoughtful pause, “I suppose that means his promise to save the soul eternally. I believe he has done that for me.”
“But is that all he is able or willing to do? If he can save the soul eternally can not he give it peace and rest here?”
“Why, of course he could, if it were his will; but I don’t know that he has ever promised to do so.”
“Don’t you? Do you suppose he who hates sin has made us so that we can not keep from constantly grieving him by falling into sin, and has promised us no help from the burden until we get to heaven? I don’t think that would be entire salvation.”