There was an infinity of blessed truth to learn yet, but, as he went out
into the night, he knew that a something had come into his life,
transforming and ennobling it. The divinity within him throbbed heart to
heart with the Divinity that is above all, in all, throughout all good.
Though vaguely, he felt God; he knew that now, at last, he had entered
upon the right road.

Then he thought of Amzi. He must try to tell him all this. Surely Amzi
the learned, the benevolent, would rejoice too in hearing the story of
Jesus' life on earth, of his coming as an expression of the love of God
to man, that man might know God.

Through the dark streets he hastened, thinking, wondering, rejoicing. He
sought the bedside of Amzi on the flat roof.

"Amzi, awake!" he cried.

"What now, night-hawk?" said the Meccan, in his good-natured,
half-railing tone. "Why pounce upon a man thus in the midst of his
slumbers?"

"Amzi, I have heard glorious news of him--that Jesus of whom we have
talked!"

"Well?"

"He seems indeed to be the God for whom I have longed. They have been
telling me of his life, yet I realize little save that he came to earth
that men might know him; that he died to show men the depth of his love;