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"I think you can. And I want you to try."
They waited and waited. Tilly sobbed softly, but the minister waited still. At last Tilly's tears ceased; then with her little hands spread before her face, she said very slowly--
"O Lord, I am a naughty child. I want to be good. I will do everything that you tell me. Please take my heart and make it all new, and help me to be strong and do right. Amen."
They rose up, but Mr. Richmond kept the child within his arm, where she had been standing.
"Now, Tilly, how do we know that our prayers are heard?"
"G.o.d has promised, hasn't He, Mr. Richmond?"
"Where? in what words?"
Tilly hesitated, and then repeated part of the verse, "Ask, and it shall be given you. Seek, and ye shall find."
"And look here," said Mr. Richmond, half turning, so as to bring her and himself within reach of the Bible that lay at his elbow on the table--"see here, Matilda. Read these words."
"'If ye shall ask anything in My name, I will do it.'"
"And here,"--
"'Whatsover ye shall ask the Father in My name, He will give it you.'"
"Does Jesus ever break His promises?"
"No, Mr. Richmond; He can't."
"Then remember that, whenever you think of to-day, and whenever you feel troubled or weak. _You_ are weak, but He is strong; and He cannot break His promises. So you and I are safe, as long as we hold to Him."
There was silence a little while, and Mr. Richmond set the apple to twirling again. It had untwisted its string and was hanging still.
"I am to put your name now, I suppose, Tilly, among the names of our Band; am I?"
"Yes, Mr. Richmond."
"What work would you like specially to do?"
"I do not know, Mr. Richmond; I will think."
"Very well; that is right. And there is another place where your name ought to go--is there not?"
"I don't know, sir."
"Yes; among those who desire to be members of the Church; to tell the world they are Christ's people."
"Oh no, Mr. Richmond."
"Why 'oh no, Mr. Richmond'?"
"I am not good enough. I want to be better first."
"How do you expect to get better?"
Silence.
"I suppose your thought is, that Jesus will make your heart new, as you asked Him just now, and help you to be strong. Is that it?--Yes. And you do not expect to accomplish the change or grow strong by your own power?"
"Oh no, sir."
"Don't you think Jesus loves you now as well as He will by and by, and is as ready to help you?"
"Yes, Mr. Richmond."
"Then, Tilly, I call it just distrust of Him, to hold off from what He commands you to do, for fear He will not help you to do it. I would be ashamed to offer such an excuse to Him."
"But--has He commanded _that_, Mr. Richmond?"
"He has commanded us to confess openly that we are His servants, hasn't He? and to be baptized in token of the change He has wrought in us, and as a sign that we belong to Him? How can we do either the one or the other without joining the Church?"
"I thought"--Matilda began, but seemingly did not like to tell what she had thought.
"Let us have it, Tilly," said her friend, drawing her closer to him.
"You and I are talking confidentially, and it is best in those cases to talk all out. So what did you think?"
"I thought there were people who were the servants of Christ, and yet did not join any church," Matilda said softly.
"By not doing it, they as good as say to the world that they are not His servants. And the world judges accordingly. I have known people under such a delusion; but when they were honest, I have always known them to come out of it. If you give all you have to the Lord Jesus, you must certainly give your influence."
"But, I thought I might wait," Tilly said again.
"Till when?"
"I don't know," she whispered.
"Wait for what?"
"Till I was more like what--I ought to be, Mr. Richmond."
"Till you were more like the Lord Jesus?"
"Yes, sir."
"Do you not think the quickest way to grow like Him would be to do and obey every word He says?"
Matilda bowed her head a little.
"You will be more likely to grow good and strong that way than any other; and I am sure the Lord will be more likely to help you if you trust Him, than if you do not trust Him."