We were all more at home with her and enjoyed ourselves more at her home gatherings than elsewhere.

This led to some of us occasionally attending her church.
A sermon of the strongest kind upon predestination which Miller heard there brought the subject of theology upon us and it would not down.
Mr.Miller's people were strong Methodists, and Tom had known little of dogmas.

This doctrine of predestination, including infant damnation--some born to glory and others to the opposite--appalled him.

To my astonishment I learned that, going to Mr.McMillan after the sermon to talk over the matter, Tom had blurted out at the finish, "Mr.McMillan, if your idea were correct, your God would be a perfect devil," and left the astonished minister to himself.
This formed the subject of our Sunday afternoon conferences for many a week.

Was that true or not, and what was to be the consequence of Tom's declaration?
Should we no longer be welcome guests of Mrs.
McMillan?
We could have spared the minister, perhaps, but none of us relished the idea of banishment from his wife's delightful reunions.
There was one point clear.