It was spoken low, and timidly; but Faith was in earnest. Mr. Linden sat silent a minute, without changing his position.
"A Christian is one, who trusting in Christ as his only Saviour, thenceforth obeys him as his only King."
Faith hesitated and thought. "I don't understand," she said folding her hands, "—about the trusting."
"Suppose there was something you wanted done too hard for your strength but not for mine,—would you know how to trust it in my hands?"
She bowed her head and said, "Yes!"
"Suppose I consented to do it only upon condition that for the rest of your life my will and pleasure should be your only rule of action,—would the great work still be yours or mine?"
"Why, yours," she said, still looking at him.
"Cannot you see Christ—standing between God and man, offering his own blood where justice demands ours, and with his perfect righteousness covering our imperfect obedience? So 'that God may be just, and yet the justifier of him that believeth in Jesus.' Can you apply any words? Can you see that Christ only is 'mighty to save'?—Are you willing to trust yourself in his hands?"
Faith dropped her eyes for a minute or two, but the lines of her face were changing.
"I know what you mean now," she said slowly. "I couldn't see it before." Then with a little smile she went on—"Yes, Mr. Linden, I am willing. But what must I do?"