HAPPINESS AT LAST

Ever since a child twelve years old I have been searching for happiness. At that age my mother passed on, leaving me desolate. My father, sister, and brothers, could not fill the vacancy. One of the members of the Methodist Church, where I always attended, said, "The Bible says, God is a father of the fatherless, and that means mother too." So I joined the church, and for a time found consolation in trying to live up to its rules, thinking that, by so doing, I was pleasing God and my mother.

Then a change came. The class meetings I used to love became distasteful; the prayers that once seemed so full of real goodness and earnestness seemed far removed from the simple prayer taught us by Jesus. I fought these feelings for a long time, thinking I was wrong, the church right. After a time I concluded I would like to be a missionary, but on mentioning it to the minister he thought I was too young to undertake the work now, but in a few years more I could think of it.

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