"He is alive! He loves me! He will tell me how to be good!" I
said it over to myself, but not to anybody else. I was sure that
I loved Him. It was like a beautiful secret between us two. I
felt Him so alive and so near! He wanted me to be good, and I
could be, I would be, for his sake.
That stranger never knew how his loving word had touched a
child's heart. The doors of the Father's house were opened wide
again, by the only hand that holds the key. The world was all
bright and fresh once more. It was as if the May sun had suddenly
wakened the flowers in an overshadowed wayside nook.
I tried long afterward, thinking that it was my duty, to build up
a wall of difficult doctrines over my spring blossoms, as if they
needed protection. But the sweet light was never wholly stifled
out, though I did not always keep my face turned towards it: and
I know now, that just to let his lifegiving smile shine into the
soul is better than any of the theories we can invent about Him;
and that only so can young or old receive the kingdom of God as a
little child.
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