In the recognition of
will and choice in the acceptance of the mercy of God, Mrs. Falconer
was then in advance of her time. And it is no wonder if her notions
did not all hang logically together.
'At ony rate, grannie,' resumed her grandson, 'I haena dune a' for
him 'at I can yet; and I'm no gaein' to believe onything that wad
mak me remiss in my endeavour. Houp for mysel', for my father, for
a'body, is what's savin' me, an' garrin' me work. An' gin ye tell
me that I'm no workin' wi' God, that God's no the best an' the
greatest worker aboon a', ye tak the verra hert oot o' my breist,
and I dinna believe in God nae mair, an' my han's drap doon by my
sides, an' my legs winna gang. No,' said Robert, rising, 'God 'ill
gie me my father sometime, grannie; for what man can do wantin' a
father? Human bein' canna win at the hert o' things, canna ken a'
the oots an' ins, a' the sides o' love, excep' he has a father amo'
the lave to love; an' I hae had nane, grannie. An' that God kens.'
She made him no answer. She dared not say that he expected too much
from God. Is it likely that Jesus will say so of any man or woman
when he looks for faith in the earth?
Robert went out to see some of his old friends, and when he returned
it was time for supper and worship. These were the same as of old:
a plate of porridge, and a wooden bowl of milk for the former; a
chapter and a hymn, both read, and a prayer from grannie, and then
from Robert for the latter.
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