Whatever form it may take we
must accept it, give up all we have and follow Him. That is
understood by all of us. I will not say more now. This is not the
time for any more directions from me. We must address ourselves,
each one of us, to God Himself, and ask Him to prepare us so that we
may be as He would have us on the day of His coming. I suggest now
before we part that we share together in a few minutes of private
prayer." They all rose, and Maggie, before she knelt down, caught a
sudden glimpse of the pale girl whom she had noticed earlier
standing for a moment as though she were about to make some
desperate appeal to them all. Some words did indeed seem to come
from her lips, but the scraping of chairs drowned every other sound.
Nevertheless that figure was there, the hands stretched out, the
very soul struggling through the eyes for expression, the body
tense, sacred, eloquent, like the body of some young prophetess.
Then all were on their knees, and Maggie, too, her face in her
hands, was praying. It was, perhaps, the first time in her life that
she had actively, consciously, of her own volition prayed.
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