Mrs. Wharton.
And you resisted? It was the voice of God speaking to you. The prayer was said in your heart, and He in His mercy heard it. Doesn’t that prove to you that you’re wrong? At that moment you believed, even though you struggled not to. Your whole soul cried out its belief in God.
John.
No, not my soul: my fear of death.
Colonel Wharton.
I’ve been in battle, too. In South Africa and in the Soudan we were in some pretty tight places now and then. When I went into action I commended my soul to God, and now that I’m an old man I can say that I never knew fear.
John.
I don’t think I’m particularly brave. Before an attack I’ve often had to light a cigarette to hide the trembling of my lips.
Colonel Wharton.
The Christian doesn’t fear death. His whole life is but a preparation for that awful moment. To him it is the shining gateway to life everlasting.