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THE INDIAN ADVOCATE 471
It was touching to see her eagerness. She began and. I
soon saw this was no ordinary pupil. She was well read
in the so-called theology of Presbyterianism, and her argu
ments were hard to displace. She made an intelligent fight,
and two hours passed before we realised it. I asked her
to return and she suggested a time which suited me. Her
face was radiant as she left and God's grace beamed from
She came back, and I was surprised at the ease with
which she 'iad learned the catechism and accepted its dog
mas. I wondered what would be her special stumbling
block. I found it out when we came to the Sacraments.
At jthe chapter on the Holy Eucharist I saw her face grow
pale. I waited.
"Father," she said impulsively, "I cannot believe the
Most High God could, or should, submit to the degradation
of being eaten as food. To me it is a terrible irreverence.
My soul longs to believe in the Real Presence of the Lord
in the consecrated bread and wine, but how could He sub
mit to the profanation that must come with transubstan
tiation?I shudder when I think of it. God would not, could
not, descend so low. He is the King of the Universe, and
while He was born in a stable and was laid in a manger,
that was enough! Further humiliation is incredible."
Here was her stumbling block, the hard incredulity of
Calvin. I waited to oifer a silent prayer.
' "My child," I said, "the great mystery of faith is only
explained by love. Words are of little avail. I will not
argue this point today, nor will I talk about it. I wish to
ask you to do something first. Will you do it?"
"Surely, you are not going to dismiss me!" she said anxi
ously. "No, no! no indeed," I said quickly, "I only wish you to
do something. Will you?"
' 'Anything at all, Father. I will do any thingou tell me. ' '
"Well," I said, "you pass the Cathedral every day com
ing here. I wish you to go in, take a seat in the first pew
near the altar, fix your eyes on the little golden door of the
Tabernacle, and say no prayer, but gaze at it, as if you ex-