Even if
there is no Jesus Christ,--I have read about Him and heard about Him and
pictured Him to myself, till, say what you will, I shall die kissing and
embracing that Divine Image I have in my heart. Even if there is neither
mercy-seat nor intercession in heaven, I shall henceforth pray without
ceasing. Far far better for me all the rest of my sinful life to be
clothed with sackcloth and ashes, even if there is no fountain opened in
Jerusalem for sin and uncleanness, and no change of raiment. Christian
protested that, as for him, lions and all, he had no choice left. And no
more have we. He must away somewhere, anywhere, from his past life. And
so must we. If all the lions that ever drank blood are to collect upon
his way, let them do so; they shall not all make him turn back. Why
should they? What is a whole forest full of lions to a heart and a life
full of sin? Lions are like lambs compared with sin. 'Good morning! I
for one must venture. I shall yet go forward.' So Mistrust and Timorous
ran down the hill, and Christian went on his way.
So I saw in my dream that he made haste and went forward, that if
possible he might get lodging in the house called Beautiful that stood by
the highway side.
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