GOOD man was worshipping his God in sincerity and in
truth; and as he worshipped, a Stranger came by, and
stopped to observe him.
"Why do you worship alone, brother?" asked the
"Because there is none in this place to worship with me,"
said the man.
"How is that?" asked the Stranger. "Do I not
hear sounds as of worship from yonder open door, as if two
or three were gathered together?"
"Oh, yes!" said the good man. "Those people are no doubt
worshipping after their manner, but it is not the manner
to which I am accustomed."
"But is it the same God whom they worship?" asked the
"Oh, yes!" said the good man. "It is the same
God, but there is everything in the way in which the thing
 "Is there truly?" said the Stranger. And he
passed on, and went in at the open door.
The good man looked after him; and just then came by an
Angel of his acquaintance.
"Do you know who that was who just spoke to me?" asked the
"Do you not know?" said the Angel.
"No!" said the man. "He is a stranger to me."
"Oh!" said the Angel. "If he is a stranger to you,
I fear I can do nothing
for you." And he followed his Master in at the door.