We're ready
to stay here for hours if we can bring you safe to the bosom of
Emmanuel."
"Yes, but suppose I told you that I believe in Our Lord Jesus Christ
without any persuasion from you?" Mark inquired.
"Well, then you're saved," said Mr. Bullock decidedly. "And you can ask
the landlord for our bill, Mr. Smillie."
"But is nothing more necessary?" Mark persisted.
"_By faith are ye justified_," Mr. Bullock and Mr. Smillie shouted
simultaneously.
Mark paused for a moment to consider whether argument was worth while,
and then he returned to the attack.
"I'm afraid I think that people like you do a great deal of damage to
Christianity. You only flatter human conceit. You get hold of some
emotional creature and work upon his feelings until in an access of
self-absorption he feels that the universe is standing still while the
necessary measures are taken to secure his personal salvation. You
flatter this poor soul, and then you go away and leave him to work out
his own salvation."
"If you're dwelling in Christ Jesus and Christ Jesus is dwelling in you,
you haven't got to work out your own salvation. He worked out your
salvation on the Cross," said Mr. Bullock contemptuously.
"And you think that nothing more is necessary from a man? It seems to me
that the religion you preach is fatal to human character.
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