It was the name she had taught
him to use in his prayers. Not in the great prayers he learned
from the book--the name there was Adonai, the Lord, the Almighty.
But in the little prayers that he said by himself it was "my Father!"
It made the Boy feel strangely happy and strong to say that. The
whole world seemed to breathe and glow around him with an invisible
presence. For such a Father, for the sake of His love and favor,
the Boy felt he could do anything.
More than that, his mother had told him of something special that
the Father had for him to do in the world. In the evenings during
the journey and when they were going home together from the Temple,
she had repeated to him some of the words that the angel-voices
had spoken to her heart, and some of the sayings of wise men from
the East who came to visit him when he was a baby. She could not
understand all the mystery of it; she did not see how it was going
to be brought to pass. He was a child of poverty and lowliness;
not rich, nor learned, nor powerful. But with God all things were
possible.
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