Then they glance back over their shoulders
and say, 'Aw, gwan! I know better than you.' Think of the impudence of
them! That's what many a man does with God. With GOD, mind you! GOD!
Your Father in heaven, your Brother, your Saviour, God as you know him
in the Man of Galilee, the Man you always see with the sick and the
outcast and the broken-hearted. It is this God that owns you and all
you've got--be honest and say so. You must begin by getting right with
God."
"God!" Once more Cameron went wandering back into the far away days
of childhood. God was very near then, and very friendly. How well he
remembered when his mother had tucked him in at night and had kissed him
and had put out the light. He never felt alone and afraid, for she left
him, so she said, with God. It was God who took his mother's place, near
to his bedside. In those days God seemed very near and very kind. He
remembered his mother's look one day when he declared to her that he
could hear God breathing just beside him in the dark. How remote
God seemed to-day and how shadowy, and, yes, he had to confess it,
unfriendly. He heard no more of the sermon. With a curious ache in his
heart he allowed his mind to dwell amid those happy, happy memories when
his mother and God were the nearest and dearest to him of all he knew.
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