nswer, miserable child:

Why did the women in Mark see only one angel and the women in Luke two?
Could a story be told in opposite ways and both ways be true? Could it?
could it? Then again: Is there nothing always right, and nothing always
wrong? Could Jael the wife of Heber the Kenite "put her hand to the
nail, and her right hand to the workman's hammer?" and could the Spirit
of the Lord chant paeans over her, loud paeans, high paeans, set in the
book of the Lord, and no voice cry out it was a mean and dastardly sin
to lie, and kill the trusting in their sleep? Could the friend of God
marry his own sister, and be beloved, and the man who does it today goes
to hell, to hell? Was there nothing always right or always wrong?

Those leaves had dropped blood for him once: they had made his heart
heavy and cold; they had robbed his childhood of its gladness; now his
fingers moved over them caressingly.

"My father God knows, my father knows," he said; "we cannot understand;
He knows." After a while he whispered, smiling--"I heard your voice this
morning when my eyes were not yet open, I felt you near me, my Father.
Why do you love me so? His face was illuminated. In the last four
months the old question has gone from me. I know you are good; I know
you love everything; I know, I know, I know! I could not have borne it
any more, not any more." He laughed softly. "And all the while I was so
miserable you were looking at me and loving me, and I never knew it.
But I know it now. I feel it," said the boy, and he laughed low; "I feel
it!" he laughed.

After a while he began partly to sing, partly to chant the disconnected
verses of hymns, those which spoke his gladness, many times over. The
sheep with their senseless eyes turned to look at him as he sang.

At last he lapsed into quiet. Then as the boy lay there staring at bush
and sand, he saw a vision.

He had crossed the river of Death, and walked on the other bank in the
Lord's land of Beulah. His feet sank into the dark grass, and he walked
alone. Then, far over the fields, he saw a figure coming across the dark
green grass. At first he thought it must be one of the angels; but as it
came nearer he began to feel what it was. And it came closer, closer to
him, and then the voice said, "Come," and he knew surely Who it was. He
ran to the dear feet and touched them with his hands; yes, he held them
fast! He lay down beside them. When he looked up the face was over him,
and