made no reply for a moment. Kedar did not know that he was
praying for the fit word. Then his deep, tender tones broke the silence.

"You believe in Jesus, whom we love?"

"I believe that he was the Son of God; that he lived on the very hills
to the north of us; that he died to reveal to us the greatness of his
love. Yet--" He paused.

"'Whosoever believeth on the Son hath everlasting life,'" said Yusuf in
a low tone.

"I know, but--" the youth hesitated again.

"But what, Kedar?" asked the priest.

"Jesus said to Nicodemus," returned the youth, "'Except a man be born
again, he cannot see the kingdom of heaven.' Yusuf, this is what bothers
me. I cannot understand this being born again."

"Let us call it, then, just 'beginning to love and trust Jesus,'" said
Yusuf quietly.

Kedar almost started in his surprise. This aspect of the question had
never appeared to him before. For a long time he sat, deep in thought,
and Yusuf did not break in upon his meditations.

"Is that all?" he asked at length.

"That is all," returned Yusuf. "To trust him you must believe in him,
love him, recognize his love, and leave everything to his
guidance--everything in this physical life, in your spiritual life, and
in the life to come. Then you will find peace. All your days will be
spent in a loving round of happy labor, in which no work seems low or
trifling--happy because love to Jesus begets the wish to do his will in
every affair of life; and perfect love renders service, not a bondage,
but the joyful spontaneity of freedom."

Kedar was again silent, then he said slowly:

"Yusuf, I begin to understand it all now; yet--is there something wrong
still?--I have not the overpowering thrill of joy, the exuberance of
feeling, the wondrous rapture of delight, which Amzi says he
experienced, when, in the prison of Medina, he saw the light."

"Be not discouraged, my son," was the reply. "To different temperaments,
in religion as in all else, the truth appeals in different ways. If you
are trusting implicitly now in God's love, go on without doubt or fear.
Most Christians--growing Christians--find that at different stages in
their experience certain truths stand out more clearly, and, as the days
go by, their difficulties clear away like mists before the morning sun."

"Yusuf, can I ever become such a Christian as you?" returned Kedar, in a
half-awed tone at the thought.

"My son, look not on me," returned Yusuf, tenderly. "Strive