He gasps, and then his face also shines, as little by little her dream rises before them.
“Do you think that vain and foolish, Oskar ... that we should do as He did, of our own free will, to save the world from all this hatred and bitterness?”
Oskar throws up his head; his eyes are streaming.
“No! No! For God’s in His heaven, Mona.”
And then, these two poor creatures whom the world has cast out, clasped hand in hand, and seeing no difference in the wild confusion and delirium of their whirling thoughts, talk together in whispers of how they are going to save the world from war, and the bitter results of war, by doing as He did who was the great Vanquisher of death and Redeemer of the soul from sin—give up their lives in love and sacrifice.
“So even if the churches are all you say, there’s Jesus still....”
“Yes, yes, there’s Jesus still, Mona.”