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[three_smiles]

*quietly looks up from his bench, where he is cutting leather into a soft shape, making ready a good pair of shoes (perhaps for Alice, perhaps for some other little girl)*

Why do you not all see God alike? I do not understand--tell me.

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[winestains]

I imagine we're not all taught the same.

[three_smiles]

*there's almost a touch of interest to his voice* What are you taught?

[winestains]

Well, the usual-- what my parents knew. God's in heaven so you'd better act right. That sort of thing.

[three_smiles]

Gracious acts done only for God and not from a good spirit are not gracious.

[winestains]

*faint smile* Well, I suppose I was taught to have a good spirit.

[three_smiles]

*touches his cheek gently* Then you are beloved of Him.

[winestains]

*looks down, a bit humbled, a bit embarrassed* I don't know about that.

[three_smiles]

It is the truth. *perhaps in his hands, just a little, his hands now that work (that used to bless), one can feel the holiness*

[winestains]

Can you tell-- I mean, I've never been-- *he chuckles to himself and stops* Sorry. Thanks. Is that okay?

[three_smiles]

Yes. It is well. He is proud of His children, but most proud of they that are good.

[winestains]

We try, at least.

[three_smiles]

*pets him softly* You are good in His eyes.

[winestains]

*okay, smiles alot* Good.