Country life -- Fiction; Farm life -- Fiction; Outdoor life -- Fiction; Rural conditions -- Fiction
"My name is Lovelight. I am a minister of Christ. I have a message to
your country."
"I took you for a minister. You are welcome to Summerfield; and to a
home with us while you tarry. This is my wife, sir, and that is my
daughter. Walk into the house, walk in; and I will take care of your
horse: you both look weary."
The horse was unsaddled, and washed with cool water from the well, and
turned into a field of fresh clover; and the stranger followed Mrs.
Fabens and Fanny into the house; and, after resting and bathing, a good
supper, with a dessert of peaches and cream, was taken. Evening came
on, and with it a long conversation, and before they retired, the hour
was approaching midnight.
"As you are a minister, sir, will you tell me of what persuasion?"
asked Fabens, while they conversed.
"The persuasion of Christmas I believe," said the minister with a
gentle affability. "I think little of sects. They are too exclusive
and formal. I love the church of Christ. That is catholic and real;
that embraces the good of all sects, and is the mother of us all."
"I agree with you there. A sect is a body too little and low for the
spirit of Christ. But I didn't know but you held to one of the
particular creeds of Christians."
"The Bible is my creed and counsel."
"That is right. But you preach a doctrine peculiar to some one of the
Christian denominations, I suppose? I am not particular to know,
however. It was only my curiosity."
"I am not particular to conceal my views. I would be glad to preach in
your neighborhood, and allow you to judge of my doctrine. I would be
glad to preach next Sunday."
"The only meeting-house in town, I am sorry to say, is occupied every
Sunday. I have no doubt but Mr. Darling, our minister, would be glad
to have the people hear you. He is a good man; and, if he is a
sectarian, he is not so exclusive as many."
"I would not ask him to give up his pulpit to a stranger. It would not
be best, I think, to apply to him. Have you not a school-house, or
barn, that would convene the people with comfort? I am used to such
temples of worship."
"Our school-house is small, and our barns are full; and I am sorry it
happens so, for I want to hear your message."
"Then I will preach in the open air. Fix me a stand under your
shade-tree, and I'll want no better place. I'll be in God's free
temple then--a fit place for God's free gospel."
"It shall be done for you; and I will send around notice far and near.
And shall we hear something against the sects, and their cant and
dogmas?"
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