Many of these children spoke to their father every day.
Many of these children proclaimed what their father spoke to them.
And they proclaimed truly what their father had told them.
Some of the children spake not to their father at all...and for some reason looked with disfavor upon those who did...or claimed they did. And, they proclaimed that those who claimed that their father spoke to them directly had spoken lies.
“Father has not spoken to any one directly for a long, long time.” said they. We must go back to the records of what he said to his children in bygone days for a clue of what he would have us do today.”
Some of the other children held these children in disdain. “You are speaking as if the father is dead and no longer speaks” they said.
Some of the children...it is amazing that they claimed to be children...denied that the father spake to anyone at all. They doubted if he ever spake. They didn't go so far as to say he didn't exist...but they may as well have.
“No...we are not denying that father speaks. We are affirming that he speaks to all. He speaks through the record that he left. What he spoke in times past is all we need today.”
“No...father has always been speaking. In fact, he spoke to me.”
“You are lifting up yourself, and are proud. Since when can you claim to have an inside line with the father? Since when can you say that father tells you things that he doesn't tell the rest of us?”
This vexed the children who maintained that their father regularly spoke to them. They held the words that their father had spoken to them as too precious to fight over.
One of the children who maintained that her father spoke to her ran straightway to the father's house.
Her father was there, as always. He had heard every word.
The conflicts that were always arising about if he spoke, when he spoke and how to interpret what he spoke grieved his heart. Because of the conflicts, some of the children never came in to see him.
There was a special reason this young girl was grieved. She was actually his daughter. His nature was in her... The father had actually put his life in her. She was actually his own.
Yes, she had been told it was. But there was a huge reason what she was told “stuck”.
It was true.
“Father!” she whimpered. “Why don't they believe that you talk to me?”
Her father whispered something in her ear. There was a mix of a twinkle and sadness in his eyes.
They remained in there for a time.
When she burst out the door some time later, her face glowed.
“What did he say? Was he in there?”
Her father had said something about the others needing proof upon proof upon proof because they had no inner reality or assurance of actually being his. This was the secret he wanted to give them...to tell them...himself.
A twinkle in her eye. A hint of sadness on her face.