But Brother Martin declared it meaneth simply believing. He said,--

"Faith is an almighty thing, for it giveth glory to God, which is the

highest service that can be given to him. Now, to give glory to God, is

to believe in him; to count him true, wise, righteous, merciful,

almighty. The chiefest thing God requireth of man is, that he giveth

unto him his glory and divinity; that is to say, that he taketh him not

for an idol, but for God; who regardeth him, heareth him, showeth mercy

unto him, and helpeth him. For faith saith thus, 'I believe thee, O God,

when thou speakest.'"

But our great wisdom, he says, is to look away from all these

questionings,--from our sins, our works, ourselves, to Christ, who is

our righteousness, our Saviour, our all.

Then at times other things perplex me. If faith is so simple, and

salvation so free, why all those orders, rules, pilgrimages, penances?

And to these perplexities we can neither of us find any answer. But we

must be obedient to the Church. What we cannot understand we must

receive and obey. This is a monk's duty, at least.

Then at times another temptation comes on me. "If thou hadst known of

this before," a voice says deep in my heart, "thou couldst have served

God joyfully in thy home, instead of painfully in the cloister; couldst

have helped thy parents and Else, and spoken with Eva on these things,

which her devout and simple heart has doubtless received already." But,

alas! I know too well what tempter ventures to suggest that name to me,

and I say, "Whatever might have been, malicious spirit, _now_ I am a

religious, a devoted man, to whom it is perdition to draw back!"

Yet, in a sense, I seem less separated from my beloved ones during these

past days.

There is a brotherhood, there is a family, more permanent than the home

at Eisenach, or even the Order of St. Augustine, in which we may be

united still. There is a home in which, perhaps, we may yet be one

household again.

And meantime, God may have some little useful work for me to do here,

which in his presence may make life pass as quickly as this my

pilgrimage to Rome in Brother Martin's company.

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