"A judgment! God be angry with you for that!
Even if it had been anything wrong, which it was not, do you think God has
no patience? No, Connie. I will tell you what seems to me much more likely.
You wanted something to do; and so God gave you something to do."
"Lying in bed and doing nothing!"
"Yes. Just lying in bed, and doing his will."
"If I could but feel that I was doing his will!"
"When you do it, then you will feel you are doing it."
"I know you are coming to something, papa. Please make haste, for my back
is getting so bad."
"I've tired you, my pet. It was very thoughtless of me. I will tell you the
rest another time," I said, rising.
"No, no. It will make me much worse not to hear it all now."
"Well, I will tell you. Be still, my darling, I won't be long. In the time
of the old sacrifices, when God so kindly told his ignorant children to
do something for him in that way, poor people were told to bring, not a
bullock or a sheep, for that was more than they could get, but a pair of
turtledoves, or two young pigeons. But now, as Crashaw the poet says,
'Ourselves become our own best sacrifice.' God wanted to teach people to
offer themselves.
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