'"
"And to enjoy him for ever," supplemented Peter.
"That 's a safe consequence. There's no fear of the second if he
does the first. Anyhow he cannot enjoy him for ever this moment,
and he can glorify him at once."
"Ay, but hoo?" said Bow o' meal, ready to swoop upon the master's
reply.
"Just as Jesus Christ did--by doing his will--by obedience."
"That's no faith--it's works! Ye'll never save yer sowl that
gait."
"No man can ever save his soul. God only can do that. You can
glorify him by giving yourself up heart and soul and body and life
to his Son. Then you shall be saved. That you must leave to him,
and do what he tells you. There will be no fear of the saving then
--though it 's not an easy matter--even for him, as has been
sorely proved."
"An' hoo are we to gie oorsel's up till him?--for ye see we're
practical kin' o' fowk, huz fisher fowk, Maister Graham," said Bow
o' meal.
The tone implied that the schoolmaster was not practical.
"I say again--In doing his will and not your own."
"An' what may his wull be?"
"Is he not telling you himself at this moment? Do you not know what
his will is? How should I come between him and you! For anything I
know, it may be that you pay your next door neighbour a crown you
owe him, or make an apology to the one on the other side. I do not
know: you do."
"Dinna ye think aboot savin' yer ain sowl noo, Maister Graham?"
said Bow o' meal, returning on their track.
"No, I don't.
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