I canna help thinkin'
we may stan' up for ither fowk. An' I'm no sayin' 'at we arena to
defen' oorsels frae a set attack wi' design.--But there's something
o' mair importance yet nor kennin' the richt o' ony queston."
"What can that be? What can be o' mair importance nor doin' richt
i' the sicht o' God?" said Donal.
"Bein' richt wi' the varra thoucht o' God, sae 'at we canna mistak,
but maun ken jist what he wad hae dune. That's the big Richt, the
mother o' a' the lave o' the richts. That's to be as the maister
was. Onygait, whatever we du, it maun be sic as to be dune, an' it
maun be dune i' the name o' God; whan we du naething we maun du that
naething i' the name o' God. A body may weel say, 'O Lord, thoo
hasna latten me see what I oucht to du, sae I'll du naething!' Gien
a man ought to defen' himsel', but disna du 't, 'cause he thinks God
wadna hae him du 't, wull God lea' him oondefent for that? Or gien
a body stan's up i' the name o' God, an' fronts an airmy o' enemies,
div ye think God 'ill forsake him 'cause he 's made a mistak?
Whatever's dune wantin' faith maun be sin--it canna help it;
whatever's dune in faith canna be sin, though it may be a mistak.
Only latna a man tak presumption for faith! that's a fearsome
mistak, for it's jist the opposite."
"I thank ye," said Donal. "I'll consider wi' my best endeevour what
ye hae said.
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