Christian fiction; Clergy -- Fiction; Jesus Christ -- Influence -- Fiction
Mr. Maxwell was silent some time. Then he answered, "No; I don't
know that we can expect that. But when it comes to a genuine,
honest, enlightened following of Jesus' steps, I cannot believe
there will be any confusion either in our own minds or in the
judgment of others. We must be free from fanaticism on one hand and
too much caution on the other. If Jesus' example is the example for
the world to follow, it certainly must be feasible to follow it. But
we need to remember this great fact. After we have asked the Spirit
to tell us what Jesus would do and have received an answer to it, we
are to act regardless of the results to ourselves. Is that
understood?"
All the faces in the room were raised towards the minister in solemn
assent. There was no misunderstanding that proposition. Henry
Maxwell's face quivered again as he noted the president of the
Endeavor Society with several members seated back of the older men
and women.
They remained a little longer talking over details and asking
questions, and agreed to report to one another every week at a regular
meeting the result of their experiences in following Jesus this way.
Henry Maxwell prayed again. And again as before the Spirit made Himself
manifest. Every head remained bowed a long time. They went away finally
in silence. There was a feeling that prevented speech. The pastor shook
hands with them all as they went out. Then he went into his own study
room back of the pulpit and kneeled. He remained there alone nearly
half an hour. When he went home he went into the room where the dead
body lay. As he looked at the face he cried in his heart again for
strength and wisdom. But not even yet did he realize that a movement
had begun which would lead to the most remarkable series of events that
the city of Raymond had ever known.
Chapter Three
"He that saith he abideth in Him ought himself also to walk even as
He walked."
EDWARD NORMAN, editor of the Raymond DAILY NEWS, sat in his office
room Monday morning and faced a new world of action. He had made his
pledge in good faith to do everything after asking "What would Jesus
do?" and, as he supposed, with his eyes open to all the possible
results. But as the regular life of the paper started on another
week's rush and whirl of activity, he confronted it with a degree of
hesitation and a feeling nearly akin to fear.
He had come down to the office very early, and for a few minutes was
by himself. He sat at his desk in a growing thoughtfulness that
finally became a desire which he knew was as great as it was
unusual. He had yet to learn, with all the others in that little
company pledged to do the Christlike thing, that the Spirit of Life
was moving in power through his own life as never before. He rose
and shut his door, and then did what he had not done for years. He
kneeled down by his desk and prayed for the Divine Presence and
wisdom to direct him.
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