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"Would that be faith in him?"
"No."
"Would you always do what he told you?"
"Not if he told me to do what it would be wrong to do."
"Now tell me, Davie, what is the biggest faith of all--the faith to
put in the one only altogether good person."
"You mean God, Mr. Grant?"
"Whom else could I mean?"
"You might mean Jesus."
"They are one; they mean always the same thing, do always the same
thing, always agree. There is only one thing they don't do the same
in--they do not love the same person."
"What do you mean, Mr. Grant?" interrupted Arctura.
She had been listening intently: was the cloven foot of Mr. Grant's
heresy now at last about to appear plainly?
"I mean this," answered Donal, with a smile that seemed to Arctura
such a light as she had never seen on human face, "--that God loves
Jesus, not God; and Jesus loves God, not Jesus. We love one another,
not ourselves--don't we, Davie?"
"You do, Mr. Grant," answered Davie modestly.
"Now tell me, Davie, what is the great big faith of all--that which
we have to put in the Father of us, who is as good not only as
thought can think, but as good as heart can wish--infinitely better
than anybody but Jesus Christ can think--what is the faith to put in
him?"
"Oh, it is everything!" answered Davie.
"But what first?" asked Donal.
"First, it is to do what he tells us.
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