“He comforted us.” Martha repeated her former statement like a child. “After he was through talking, I never felt so proud of being a church member. It seemed to me he mentioned every good thing we had ever done and told us how it gladdened his heart.”

“Didn’t he say anything about the hypocrites in the church?” Powers asked.

“He did not condemn anyone. He spoke every word in the spirit of love.”

“And you can’t tell us how he looked?” Mr. Maxwell persisted.

“No, Mr. Maxwell, I really can’t. Have you never met people you could not describe well?”

Mr. Maxwell could not help smiling at Martha’s earnestness. The company continued to ask her questions, going over the entire scene in the mission church again while waiting for Mr. Grey.

At last they heard his steps on the porch. Mr. Maxwell opened the door before he could ring the bell, and Grey came into the library. The minute he appeared, his face revealed his recent tremendous experience.

Mr. Grey had begun his career as a professional evangelist. He had been of the quiet, persuasive type, not sensational at all in his methods, and above all, a man of deep and sincere spiritual earnestness who had one purpose—to bring men to God through Christ. He had been very successful as an evangelist in work at the Rectangle, and when the mission there, started by his converts, had developed into a church, the people had clamored for him to be their pastor. He had accordingly taken charge of the church, and with the help of Mr. Maxwell and the First Church, he was rapidly shaping a strong and very useful body of disciples, most of whom had been, like Martha, among the social outcasts of the city.

One phrase may best describe Mr. Grey in his personality: he was absolutely consecrated to religious work. His one passion in life was to save souls. Mr. Maxwell often said Grey was the most unselfish and Christlike man he knew.

The first words he spoke were the same as those uttered by Martha. “Jesus is here!”

Again, that silence. Through the strange weeks that were to follow, that same awe-inspiring silence was destined to fall often over the disciples of Jesus in many places and under many different circumstances. It seemed to be a part of the entire history of his appearance. The noisy earth had been full of clamor and uproar for so many centuries. When had the people kept still and considered God? Their very definition of religion had been bustle, activity, and talking in meetings. Were these silences now to reveal that quiet approach to the Divine which is so necessary before one can then approach the real needs of men?

Grey went on in a deeply happy tone. “He appeared in our meeting tonight. The moment he rose and spoke, I knew it was he. My heart and mind together welcomed him. It is the most wonderful thing! It is actually come to pass! Jesus is here!”