"O Bart! I never cared--cared anything for him before--except to have him comfortable and decent; but if I thought he was going to be--like that--now I think I would die to save him if I could." "Would you die to save him?
So would God; and you can't believe in God at all unless you know that He does what He wants to do.

And God does it; dies in him, and is in him now; and He will save him." Bart's eyes were full of peace.
"Can't you trust God, Ann?
When He is suffering so much for love of each of us?
He could make us into good machines, but He won't.

Can't you begin to do what He is doing for yourself and other people?
Ann, if He suffers in your father and in you, He is glad when you are glad.

Try to be glad always in His love and in the glory of it." Ann's mind had reverted again to the traditions of which she knew so little.

"I don't want to go to heaven," she said, "if father is in some place looking like he did just now." "Heaven" (Bart repeated the word curiously), "heaven is inside you when you grow to be like God; and through all ages and worlds heaven will be to do as He does, to suffer with those that are suffering, and to die with those that are dying.