Well, when I was going to bed, I was angry with him still, so it was no wonder I found I could not say my prayers.

Then I remembered how Jesus said we must forgive or we should not be forgiven.

So I forgave him with all my heart, and kindly, too, and then I found I could pray." The father stretched out his arms and drew her to his bosom, murmuring, "My child! my Christ's child!" After a little he began to talk again.
"It is a miserable thing to hear those who desire to believe themselves Christians, talking and talking about this question and that, the discussion of which is all for strife and nowise for unity--not a thought among them of the one command of Christ, to love one another.

I fear some are hardly content with not hating those who differ from them." "I am sure, father, I try--and I think I do love everybody that loves him," said Mary.
"Well, that is much--not enough though, my child.

We must be like Jesus, and you know that it was while we were yet sinners that Christ died for us; therefore we must love all men, whether they are Christians or not." "Tell me, then, what you want me to do, father dear.