I hummed over one of my best loved hymns,--
"Who are these in bright array?"
and that seemed to bring them nearer again.
The history of the early martyrs, the persecutions of the
Waldenses and of the Scotch Covenanters, I read and re-read with
longing emulation! Why could not I be a martyr, too? It would be
so beautiful to die for the truth as they did, as Jesus did! I
did not understand then that He lived and died to show us what
life really means, and to give us true life, like His,--the life
of love to God with all our hearts, of love to all His human
children for His sake;--and that to live this life faithfully is
greater even than to die a martyr's death.
It puzzled me to know what some of the talk I heard about being a
Christian could mean. I saw that it was something which only men
and women could comprehend. And yet they taught me to say those
dear words of the Master, "Suffer the little children to come
unto Me!" Surely He meant what He said. He did not tell the
children that they must receive the kingdom of God like grown
people; He said that everybody must enter into it "as a little
child.
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