"
"To heaven!" murmured Angela, "That is a long way! We know we can
send messages in a flash of lightfrom one part of the world to
another--but then there must be people to receive them--"
"And heaven is composed of millions of worlds," said Manuel, "'In my
Father's house are many mansions!" And from all worlds to all
worlds--from mansion to mansion, the messages flash! And there are
those who receive them, with such directness as can admit of no
error! And your wise men might have known this long ago if they had
believed their Master's word, 'Whatsoever is whispered in secret
shall be proclaimed on the housetops.' But you will all find out
soon that it is true, and that everything you say, and that every
prayer you utter God hears."
"My mother is in heaven," said Angela wistfully, "I wish I could
send her a message!"
"Your very wish has reached her now!" said Manuel, "How is it
possible that you in the spirit could ardently wish to communicate
with one so beloved and she not know it! Love would be no use then,
and there would be a grave flaw in God's perfect creation."
Angela ceased playing, and turned round to face the young speaker.
"Then you think we never lose those we love? And that they see us
and hear us always?"
"They must do so," said Manuel, "otherwise there would be cruelty in
creating the grace of love at all.
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