human
I'm completely worn out, declared Susan, throwing herself down upon a grassy knoll and tossing her bonnet aside.
gpt
I've had enough excitement for one while.
human
And I, too, assented Betsy, as she uncovered her lunch-basket.
gpt
Every nerve in my body is on the war-path. We'll be having the 'jerks,' if this meeting lasts much longer.
human
If you do, remarked John Calvin, as he attacked the wing of a fried chicken,
gpt
I suppose you'll think it an 'evidence of conversion,' as old Daddy Stratton shouted out this morning when Billy Hinkson fell to the ground foaming at the mouth.
human
rejoined Betty.
gpt
I never felt further from it in my life. My head is like a ragbag stuffed to overflowing with all sorts of odds and ends of doctrinal wisdom, and when I want to get at any one sensible idea, out tumble a dozen or more that are of no use whatever.
human
My head's all confused, too, acknowledged Susan.
gpt
Yesterday Dr. Poague preached on 'Saved by Grace,' and showed that all we have to do is just to sit still and wait for the Lord's call. I felt real comfortable under that discourse. But last night old Brother Steadman's text was, 'Work out your own salvation with fear and trembling,' and he made me dreadfully uneasy. Now, are there two plans of salvation, or only one?
human
Why, two, of course, said John Calvin, with laughing assurance.
gpt
One teaches that if you mean to get to heaven, you must keep your horse everlastingly hittin' the road; the other, that the best way to get there is just to sit still. I like the 'sittin'-still plan' best, myself,
human
This is what puzzles me, said Betsy, ignoring her brother's irreverent summary of the two seemingly conflicting doctrines,
gpt
and
human
:
gpt
If you're of the elect, Betsy, you won't ever want to be wicked,
human
Then, I fear I'm not of the elect.
gpt
Oh, yes, I hope you are--only you're not yet converted. When you are, you'll see things differently.