"Then I answered, 'I
will labor for a gift of love.' "When the work of the day was over, and the
girls were in bed, I would take off my shoes and spend several hours of the
night walking the floor, kneeling in prayer that I might obtain the coveted
gift. For five weeks I did this without avail, when suddenly one night when
the moon was full and I was kneeling by the window, a glory seemed to
overshadow the crest of a high mountain in the distance. I thought I heard a
voice say: '_Martha, I baptize you into the spirit of love!_' I sat there
trembling for more than an hour, and when I rose, I felt that I could love the
meanest human being that ever walked the earth. I have never had any trouble
with children since that night of the vision. They seem different to me, and I
dare say I am different to them."
"I wish I could see visions!" exclaimed Susanna. "Oh, for a glory that would
speak to me and teach me truth and duty! Life is all mist, whichever way I
turn. I'd like to be lifted on to a high place where I could see clearly."
She leaned against the frame of the open kitchen door, her delicate face
quivering with emotion and longing, her attitude simplicity and
unconsciousness itself.
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