Chapter Sixteen: Purple-Gowned

“All men come to know this hunger in the end,” my earth-guide said. At first, many of them think they want other things—the company of friends, the fulfilment of wishes. . . At last, when they have had all these and still their hunger is unappeased, they seek Him whom their soul loveth. Then they . . . → Read More: Chapter Sixteen: Purple-Gowned

Chapter Fifteen: Through the Halls

The time seemed to pass very quickly after that. Led by my guide, I went from Hall to Hall, meeting a great many people. To some I told the circumstances of the wrong I had done them, for these were Purple-Gowned; to others I merely offered my services. From all, without exception, I received a . . . → Read More: Chapter Fifteen: Through the Halls

Chapter Fourteen: Good News

It was when I drew near that I noticed the special radiance of my guide’s face. She was all on fire with a joy that poured out from her in rays, and it was impossible not to be touched by them and feel the heart lift in sympathy.

“You have something to tell me.”

“You . . . → Read More: Chapter Fourteen: Good News

Chapter Thirteen: The Flying Fish

“That is capital!” I cried, sitting up to look across at Arthur. “I believe you really live the character of Jimmy and forget all about Arthur for the time being.”

“I am afraid I do,” he confessed, looking a little shamefaced. “I always get absorbed in a story like that.”

“A good thing you do, . . . → Read More: Chapter Thirteen: The Flying Fish

Chapter Twelve: Arthur’s Story

“Only by finding out how little we are can we know how great He is, and learn to trust Him,” said the Favourite Auntie, closing the Bible gently. Jimmy looked sleepily at the ring on her finger, all fire and light and golden glory. . . golden light and fiery glory. . . lightning and . . . → Read More: Chapter Twelve: Arthur’s Story

Chapter Eleven: The Hall of Books

“Arthur”, murmured my mind, “may I have a talk with you?” I did not speak the words in order that the others should not be disturbed, but directed the thought into his mind. At once I saw him rise and withdraw from the others. In a moment he was beside me, gripping my shoulder in . . . → Read More: Chapter Eleven: The Hall of Books

Chapter Ten: Anxiety for the Angel

Suddenly my musings were interrupted by excited barking, and there was Rainbow, tearing down the last slope towards me! He did not pause in his headlong dash but leapt high in my arms where he wriggled enthusiastically, washing every inch of skin with his moist tongue ecstatically.

“How you have grown, Rainbow!” I cried at . . . → Read More: Chapter Ten: Anxiety for the Angel

Chapter Nine: Earth-Sight and Heaven-Sight

Very soon we began to walk up the hill and out of the valley. Gradually the light from the creative substance grew less, until I could see it no more. I could not resist standing still to look down into the valley as it appeared to flame and sparkle in its draping of ‘fiery snow’. . . . → Read More: Chapter Nine: Earth-Sight and Heaven-Sight