I did not want to fail, and I asked God
not to let me. Then, of course, I set to wondering what my work, or my
part of some other person's work, could be. It was the morning after you
had told me that about Ester Ried. You cannot think how that impressed
me. I could not get away from the wonderment as to how her work was
prospering, and whether there were chosen ones enough, or if there might
possibly be a little place for me. I couldn't settle anything, and
finally I decided to look at Paul's work a little while. Of course, it
was not reasonable to suppose that the duties of the great apostle had
anything in common with my bits of effort; still, I said, the directions
given him may help me a little. And Evan, what do you think was the
first thing I found? Why, this: 'The God of our fathers hath chosen
thee, that thou _shouldst know his will_.' Surely, so far, the
things for which both he and I were chosen were parallel. I looked
further: 'And see that Just One.' That was the very next. Was not I,
too, chosen for that? 'Thine eyes shall see the King in his beauty.' I
said over the beautiful promise to assure myself that it was true, and
went on: 'And shouldst hear the voice of his mouth.' Was it not strange,
Evan? Certainly I shall hear my King speak, often and often, when I get
home.
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