The animals will glory to
serve them, will joy to come to them for help. Let the heartless scoff,
the unjust despise! the heart that cries _Abba, Father_, cries to the
God of the sparrow and the oxen; nor can hope go too far in hoping what
that God will do for the creation that now groaneth and travaileth in
pain because our higher birth is delayed. Shall not the judge of all
the earth do right? Shall my heart be more compassionate than his?
If to any reader my interpretation be unsatisfactory, I pray him not to
spend his strength in disputing my faith, but in making sure his own
progress on the way to freedom and sonship. Only to the child of God is
true judgment possible. Were it otherwise, what would it avail to prove
this one or that right or wrong? Right opinion on questions the most
momentous will deliver no man. Cure for any ill in me or about me there
is none, but to become the son of God I was born to be. Until such I
am, until Christ is born in me, until I am revealed a son of God, pain
and trouble will endure--and God grant they may! Call this presumption,
and I can only widen my assertion: until you yourself are the son of
God you were born to be, you will never find life a good thing.
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