'Surely your own minister has instructed you on this point; it is
the foundation even of Protestantism.'

'I prefer to seek instruction and guidance from you; answer me this
one question.'

'Satan has never thus assaulted me, and I have never heard of any
such suggestion to one of my people. I am a poor parish priest.
Take the manual. It has been compiled by learned men: read it
carefully with prayer: I also will pray for you that you may be
gathered into the eternal Church.'

Kate took the manual and went home. There was but little history in
it, but there was much about the person of Christ. He was man and
God 'without confusion and without change.' As man he had to learn
as other men learn, and, as God, he knew everything. He was
sinless, and the lusts of the flesh had no power over him, but he
had a human body, and was necessarily subject to its infirmities.
His human nature was derived from his mother. God was not born from
her, and yet she was the mother of God. Kate was able to see that
some part of what looked like sheer contradiction was the
conjunction of opposites from which it is impossible to escape in
the attempt to express the Infinite, but in the manual this
contradiction was presented with repulsive hardness. The compiler
desired to subjugate and depose the reason. This was not the Christ
she wanted. She hungered for the God, the Man, at whose feet she
could have fallen: she would have washed them with tears, she would
have wiped them with the hair of her head, and kissed them and
anointed them with ointment. She could have followed Him to the