One Snowy Night: Long ago at OxfordHolt, Emily Sarah
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One Snowy Night: Long ago at Oxford
Holt, Emily Sarah
Historical fiction, English
"Oh, I don't consider myself a saint or an angel. I have done foolish
things, of course, and I dare say, some things that were not exactly
right. We are all sinners, I suppose, and I am much like other people.
But taking one thing with another, I think I am a very decent fellow. I
can't worry over my `depravity,' as you do. I am not depraved. I know
several men much worse than I am in every way."
"Is that the ell-wand by which God will measure you? He will not hold
you up against those men, but against the burning snow-white light of
His own holiness. What will you look like then?"
"Is that the way you are going to be measured, too?"
"I thank God, no. Christ our Lord will be measured for me, and He has
fulfilled the whole Law."
"And why not for me?" said Haimet fiercely. "Am I not a baptised
Christian, just as much as you?"
"Friend, you will not be asked in that day whether you were a baptised
Christian, but whether you were a believing Christian. Sins that are
laid on Christ are gone--they exist no longer. But sins that are not so
destroyed have to be borne by the sinner himself."
"Well, I call that cowardice," said Haimet, drawing a red herring across
the track, "to want to burden somebody else with your sins. Why not
have the manliness to bear them yourself?"
"If you are so manly," answered Gerhardt with another of his quiet
smiles, "will you oblige me, Haimet, by taking up the Castle, and
setting it down on Presthey?"
"What are you talking about now? How could I?"
"Much more easily than you could atone for one sin. What do you call a
man who proposes to do the impossible?"
"A fool."
"And what would you call the bondman whose master had generously paid
his debt, and who refused to accept that generosity, but insisted on
working it out himself, though the debt was more than he could discharge
by the work of a thousand years?"
"Call him what you like," said Haimet, not wishing to go too deeply into
the question.
"I will leave you to choose the correct epithet," said Gerhardt, and
went on with his carving in silence.
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