steps around, picks his teeth, & has a hacking cough, "then - you - make - God - the - author - of - sin - " looks earnest then I interpose & tell them to talk about something they can all agree on, does no good he will have the last word.  We go to bed, he keeps muttering away about it, his argument is to this effect, that God has but little to do with human events doesn't know or doesn't fore know a decree but makes a kind of partnership, buisness I tell him that. I love to contemplate a great God, a God who carries on all the machinery of the whole universe, a God who will not allow the puny arm of man to interfere with any of his plans.  In a word I believe in God, a Being who is a God, not in something whose plans can be frustrated by the wishes of man. -- "Well now answer me don't you - make - God - the - auther - of - sin.  It is a fortification to him.  I tell him that if it will be a particular gratification to
