interests and trades and professions of the human race, amid their multitudinous aspirations, perplexities, doubts, passions, endeavours, deep within every intelligent man remains one dominant desire, one persistent question to be answered if possible.” “What desire, father?” “The universal desire for another chance—for immortality. Man’s never-ending demand for evidence of an immortality which shall terminate for him the most tremendous of all uncertainties, which shall solve for him the most vital of all questions: What is to become of him after physical death? Is he to live again? Is he to see once more those whom he loved the best?” Ruhannah sat thinking in the red stove light, cross-legged, her slim ankles clasped in either hand. “But our souls are immortal,” she said at last. “Yes.” “Our Lord Jesus has said it.” “Yes.” “Then why should anybody not believe it?” “Try to believe it always. Particularly after your mother and I are no longer here, try to believe it.... You are unusually intelligent; and if some day your intelligence discovers that it requires evidence for belief seek for that evidence. It is obtainable. Try to recognise it when you encounter it.... Only, in any event, remember this: never alter your early faith, never destroy your childhood’s belief until evidence to prove the contrary convinces you.” “No.... There is no such evidence, is there, father?” “I know of none.” “Then,” said the girl calmly, “I shall take Christ’s 35 evidence that I shall live again if I do no evil.... Father?” 35 “Yes.”
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