“TM COUNTING ON THEM”

Somebody has supposed the scene that he thinks may have taken place after Jesus went back. The Master is walking down the golden street one day, arm in arm with Gabriel, talking intently, earnestly.

Gabriel is saying, “Master, you died for the whole world down there, did you not?” “Yes.” “You must have suffered much.” “Yes,” again comes the answer.

“And do they all know about it?” “Oh, no! Only a few in Palestine know about it so far.” “Well, Master, what’s your plan?

What have you done about telling the world that you died for, that you have died for them? What’s your plan?” “Well,” the Master is supposed to answer, “I asked Peter, and James and John, and Andrew, and some more. of them down there just to make it the business of their lives to tell others, and the others are to tell others, and the others others, and yet others, and still others, until the last man in the farthest circle has heard the story and has felt the thrilling and the thralling power of it.”

“Yes — but — suppose Peter fails. Suppose after a while John simply does not tell others.

Suppose their descendants, their successors away off in the...twentieth century, get so busy about things — some of them proper enough, some maybe not quite so proper — that they do not tell others — what then?” : And back comes that quiet wondrous voice of Jesus, “Gabriel, I haven’t made any other plans —I’m counting on them.”