Mark my words, it is only a flight,
not an escape, for every evil you sought to shun would have been
intensified and rendered eternal. Now, the simple truth is, we
hold our own lives in trust from God, to be used according to his
will, and we have no more right to destroy the life he entrusts to
us than the life he gives to others."
Ida had buried her face in her hands and was trembling violently.
"I did not realize it before," she murmured in a low, shuddering
tone. "Oh, what shall I do? What shall I do? Why doesn't the
earth open and swallow me up?"
The old man came to her side again, and placing his right hand
gently on her bowed head and holding a Bible in his left, continued
in grave by very gentle tones:
"Take this Book, my child; it will tell you what to do. It will
tell you that merciful and all-powerful arms are open to receive
you, and not a hopeless grave. The Son of God has said to the heavy
laden, 'Come unto me,' and 'whosoever cometh I will in nowise cast
out.' Heaven is full, my child, of just such guilty souls as yours,
but it was HE who saved them. It was His precious blood that washed
them whiter than snow. When you seek for forgiveness and healing
at His feet all will be well, but not till then, and not elsewhere.
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