and His love," they began to read for themselves. Soon they learned that pardon and peace had already been purchased for them, and that what God required of them was not penances and a bondage to fear through life, and masses and the agonies of purgatory after death, but child-like faith and loving obedience—that godliness which gives promise of the life that now is, and that which is to come.
The son's first wish was to have his mother learn the good news, so he carried back the Bible, saying: "Why, mother, you never got the best out of this book! You only looked for something to die by, and it is full of good words to live by as well. Let me read you some."
"No, my son," responded she, "I got what I wanted out of the book, and that is enough for me. I do not care to look for more."
"But, mother," pleaded he, "you would be so much happier if you knew the true way to live and to die."
"Hush, Jose," said the mother, indignantly. "Do you dare to hint that I, who have taught so many how to die, do not know how myself? Let me alone, and do not trouble me any more about the book."
The man went back to his wife troubled and disappointed. The more they studied the book, however, the better they understood that it was God's Spirit who had opened their eyes, and to Him they must look to perform the same miracle upon their mother, that blind one leading the blind, and for this they are still daily watching and praying.—Selected.
