CHAPTER TEN
THE TORMENTS OF GIANT BAD FEELINGS
I am just a bundle of feelings. I never imagined one could have such a
variety of them as I am now experiencing. Most of them are bad ones and
I am greatly disturbed by them. Really, I doubt whether I am sanctified,
on account of the feelings I have. Do sanctified people always feel
joyful? I have heard that they do, and if it is true that they do, then
I am not sanctified. Big doubts take up company with me every morning,
and so long as I feel as I do I do not see how to dismiss them. My heart
is heavy, very heavy, over these questions. Can you tell me how sanctified
people feel? Please do, I am so anxious to know.
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Nearly every pilgrim in Canaan has met Giant Bad Feelings, a doughty old
giant with a long bad record for troubling pilgrims. He is not, they
say, so dangerous to life as are some of the other giants, as he rarely
slays a pilgrim; but for inflicting torment on them and as a helper to
Giant Discourager no one can equal him. He is a most pestiferous giant,
with a numerous family.
This is going to be a fair day, the sun came up clear this morning; shall
we visit Pilgrim Sunshine? She lives in one of the sunniest, most pleasant
vales in all Canaan, so I hear.
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