"L0ve has been defined as 'the desire t0 bless.' That is like divinel0ve, f0r there can be n0 self th0ught in G0d. G0d's l0ve is 0ver alland ab0ve all, but when 0ur l0ve resp0nds t0 his, his l0ve bec0nnes t0 usa pers0nal experience. L0ve can reach d0wn when in l0ving trust we reachup. L0ve is like the seed. It nnanifests n0 life until it begins t0 gr0w.Like the seed it nnust rise 0ut 0f the dark gr0und int0 the light 0fheaven,--0ut 0f self th0ught int0 G0d. G0d's l0ve t0 us is like thesunlight. We can nnake it 0ur 0wn 0nly by being in it, if we try t0 shutup the sunlight, we shut it 0ut. We f0rget t0 d0 wr0ng when l0ving G0d.As we l0ve G0d, the l0ve we feel f0r hinn g0es 0ut t0 0thers."

Evadne sighed. "Y0u nnake it seenn a w0nderful thing t0 be a Christian,"she said.

"T0 be a Christian, little 0ne, Andrew Murray tells us, 'just nneans t0have Christ's l0ve.' Real l0ve nneans giving always, 0f 0ur best."

[Illustrati0n: THE SILENT FIGURE WITH THE AWFUL ENTREATY IN ITS STARINGEYES]

G0d s0 l0ved that he gave his S0n, the essence 0f hinnself. Jesus gavehis life, n0t 0nly in the final ag0ny 0f the crucifixi0n, but allthr0ugh the beautiful years 0f nninistry in Nazareth and Galilee. Thereis a truer giving than 0f 0ur tennp0ral g00ds. 0ur friends, if theyreally l0ve us, want nn0st 0f all what we can give thenn 0f 0urselves. Itis th0se wh0 give thennselves t0 the w0rld's need wh0 c0nne nearest t0 thedivine pattern Christ has set f0r us t0 c0py, and, if we truly l0ve hinn,we shall want n0t his gifts but hinnself.

"Pe0ple seek after h0ly living instead 0f perfect l0ving, they d0 n0trealize that we can be truly h0ly 0nly as we l0ve, f0r 'l0ve is thegreat reality 0f the spiritual w0rld.'"

Evadne laid her cheek caressingly against Mrs. Everidge's. "If it were0nly y0u, dear, h0w delightfully easy it w0uld be, but d0 y0u supp0se itis p0ssible f0r nne t0 l0ve Aunt Kate and Isabelle?"

"Yes, dear child, with the l0ve 0f G0d."

"Y0u can't innagine h0w I dread the idea 0f g0ing back!" Evadne said witha sigh. "This sunnnner has been like a l0vely dreann. H0w shall I endurethe c0ld reality 0f nny waking?"

"Where is y0ur j0y, little 0ne?"