But Robert continued silent.His grandmother repeated the subjunctive clause.
'I'm tryin', grandmother,' said Robert, 'but I canna say 't.Idaurna say an if aboot it.It wad be like giein' in till 's damnation.We maun hae him saved, grannie!'
'Laddie! laddie! haud yer tongue!' said Mrs.Falconer, in a tone of distressed awe.'O Lord, forgie 'im.He's young and disna ken better yet.He canna unnerstan' thy ways, nor, for that maitter, can I preten' to unnerstan' them mysel'.But thoo art a' licht, and in thee is no darkness at all.And thy licht comes into oor blin'
een, and mak's them blinner yet.But, O Lord, gin it wad please thee to hear oor prayer...eh! hoo we wad praise thee! And my Andrew wad praise thee mair nor ninety and nine o' them 'at need nae repentance.'
A long pause followed.And then the only words that would come were: 'For Christ's sake.Amen.'
When she said that God was light, instead of concluding therefrom that he could not do the deeds of darkness, she was driven, from a faith in the teaching of Jonathan Edwards as implicit as that of 'any lay papist of Loretto,' to doubt whether the deeds of darkness were not after all deeds of light, or at least to conclude that their character depended not on their own nature, but on who did them.
They rose from their knees, and Mrs.Falconer sat down by her fire, with her feet on her little wooden stool, and began, as was her wont in that household twilight, ere the lamp was lighted, to review her past life, and follow her lost son through all conditions and circumstances to her imaginable.And when the world to come arose before her, clad in all the glories which her fancy, chilled by education and years, could supply, it was but to vanish in the gloom of the remembrance of him with whom she dared not hope to share its blessedness.This at least was how Falconer afterwards interpreted the sudden changes from gladness to gloom which he saw at such times on her countenance.
But while such a small portion of the universe of thought was enlightened by the glowworm lamp of the theories she had been taught, she was not limited for light to that feeble source.While she walked on her way, the moon, unseen herself behind the clouds, was illuminating the whole landscape so gently and evenly, that the glowworm being the only visible point of radiance, to it she attributed all the light.But she felt bound to go on believing as she had been taught; for sometimes the most original mind has the strongest sense of law upon it, and will, in default of a better, obey a beggarly one--only till the higher law that swallows it up manifests itself.Obedience was as essential an element of her creed as of that of any purest-minded monk; neither being sufficiently impressed with this: that, while obedience is the law of the kingdom, it is of considerable importance that that which is obeyed should be in very truth the will of God.It is one thing, and a good thing, to do for God's sake that which is not his will: it is another thing, and altogether a better thing--how much better, no words can tell--to do for God's sake that which is his will.Mrs.
Falconer's submission and obedience led her to accept as the will of God, lest she should be guilty of opposition to him, that which it was anything but giving him honour to accept as such.Therefore her love to God was too like the love of the slave or the dog; too little like the love of the child, with whose obedience the Father cannot be satisfied until he cares for his reason as the highest form of his will.True, the child who most faithfully desires to know the inward will or reason of the Father, will be the most ready to obey without it; only for this obedience it is essential that the apparent command at least be such as he can suppose attributable to the Father.Of his own self he is bound to judge what is right, as the Lord said.Had Abraham doubted whether it was in any case right to slay his son, he would have been justified in doubting whether God really required it of him, and would have been bound to delay action until the arrival of more light.True, the will of God can never be other than good; but I doubt if any man can ever be sure that a thing is the will of God, save by seeing into its nature and character, and beholding its goodness.Whatever God does must be right, but are we sure that we know what he does? That which men say he does may be very wrong indeed.
This burden she in her turn laid upon Robert--not unkindly, but as needful for his training towards well-being.Her way with him was shaped after that which she recognized as God's way with her.'Speir nae questons, but gang an' du as ye're tellt.' And it was anything but a bad lesson for the boy.It was one of the best he could have had--that of authority.It is a grand thing to obey without asking questions, so long as there is nothing evil in what is commanded.
Only grannie concealed her reasons without reason; and God makes no secrets.Hence she seemed more stern and less sympathetic than she really was.
She sat with her feet on the little wooden stool, and Robert sat beside her staring into the fire, till they heard the outer door open, and Shargar and Betty come in from church.