He was desolate, suffering, forlorn, and I had pity on him in his misery.

I proved to him that the worship he still professed was banished for its iniquities from the land; that the religion which had succeeded it had become defiled by man, and that there remained but one faith for him to choose, if he would be saved--the faith of the early Church.

He heard me and was converted.
From that moment he has served me patiently and helped me willingly.
Under the roof where I assemble the few who as yet are true believers, he is always the first to come and the last to remain.

No word of anger has ever crossed his lips--no look of impatience has ever appeared in his eyes.

Though sorrowful, he is gentle; though suffering, he is industrious.