- cause your wise men are beginning to prove it, that
you can in very truth send a message to heaven. Heaven is composed of millions of worlds. 'In My Father's house are many mansions!' And from all worlds to all worlds, and from mansion to mansion, the messages flash! And there are those who receive them, with such directness as can admit of no error! And your wise men might have known this long ago if they had believed their Master's word, 'Whatsoever is whispered in secret shall be proclaimed on the housetops.' But you will all find out soon that it is true, and that everything you say, and that every prayer you utter, God hears."
"My mother is in Heaven," said Angela wistfully, "I wish I could send her a message!"
"Your very wish has reached her now!" said Manuel. "How is it possible that you, in the spirit, could wish to communicate with one so beloved and she not know it? Love would be no use then, and there would be a grave flaw in God's perfect creation."
"Then you think we never lose those we love? And that they see us and hear us always?"
"They must do so," said Manuel, "otherwise there would be cruelty in creating the grace of love at all. But God Himself is Love. Those who love truly can never be parted—death has no power over their souls. If one is on earth and one in heaven, what does it matter? If they were in separate countries of the world they could hear news of each other from time to time,—and so they can when apparent death has divided them."
"How?" asked Angela with quick interest.
"Your wise men must tell you," said Manuel, with a grave little smile, "I know no more than what Christ has said,—and He told us plainly that not even a sparrow shall fall to the ground without our Father's knowledge. 'Fear not,' He said, 'Ye
