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The Flaming Cross
by
They had come to the brink of a Chasm which it seemed impossible to cross, but they hoped, for they knew no despair. Multitudes of people were before them on the brink of the Chasm looking longingly at the other side. A few pilgrims were being lifted, by unseen hands, and carried across the Chasm. Some Power there was to bear them which neither Orville nor Michael understood. Many, however, had waited long, while some were taken quickly. Every hand was outstretched toward the Cross, and it could easily be seen that waiting was a torture worse than the bruises.
“Alas, Michael,” said Orville, “it is harder to suffer the wait than the pain.”
“Yes, master,” Michael replied, “but this is The Chasm of Neglected Duties. We must stay until those we have fulfilled may come to bear us across. The one who goes first will await the other on the opposite side.”
“Alas, Michael,” said Orville, “you must wait for me. I have few good deeds and few duties well done.”
Even as he spoke, Michael’s face began to shine and his eyes were melting. Orville looked and saw a little child with great wings, and beautiful beyond all dreaming. Her gaze was fixed on Michael with the deepest love and longing. Her voice was like the music of a harp, and she spoke but one little word:
“Daddy!”
“Bride! My little Bride,” whispered Michael.
Orville knew her, Michael’s first-born child, who had died in infancy. He remembered her funeral. In pity for poor Michael, and feeling a duty toward his servant, he had followed the coffin to the church and to the grave, and had borne the expenses of her burial. His friends wondered at such consideration for one so far beneath him.
“Daddy,” whispered the beautiful spirit, “I am to bring you across, and master, too. God sent me. And, daddy, there are millions of children who could bring their parents over quickly, if they had only let them be born. It was you and mother, daddy, who gave me life, baptism and Heaven. Had I lived only a minute, it would have been worth it. And, daddy, mother is coming soon, and I am waiting for you both.”
Then the beautiful child touched and supported them, and lo! they were wafted across The Chasm of Neglected Duties: Michael, because he followed the command and made his marriage a Holy Sacrament to fulfil the law of God; Orville, because he had shown mercy and recognition of his servant’s claim upon him.
Without understanding why, Orville found himself repeating over and over again the words: “Blessed are the merciful, for they shall obtain mercy.” Michael heard him and turned to say: “Yes, master, and ‘Blessed are the clean of heart, for they shall see God’! How well it was for us that we had the heart of a child to plead our cause when we came to The Chasm of Neglected Duties.”
V.
“Michael,” said Orville, after a long and tiresome climb over a steep part of the Road, “these rocks are sharp and treacherous, and I have toiled hard and have made but very little progress.”
“I know, master,” said Michael, “but these rocks are the little faults of our lives. Such rocks cover the mountain at this spot and are constantly growing more numerous, yet one meets only one’s own. The Plain is not far away now. We are just reaching it, and these stones are the only way to it.”
“What Plain is it, Michael?” asked Orville.
“It is called, master,” said Michael, “The Plain of Sinful Things. It is between us and the foot of the Cross.”
“Is it hard to pass over, Michael?” again asked Orville.
“It is very hard to most men, sir,” said Michael. “No one knows how hard who has not been on it; and yet when one has been over, one remembers nothing, for all is forgotten when The Flaming Cross is reached.”
They stood now at the top of the stones, and on the edge of the vast Plain, which lay white and scorching before them. Multitudes, as far as the eye could see, were upon it. They struggled painfully along; but none stopped to rest, for all faces were turned to The Flaming Cross.