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bedspring　disturbed　the　silence；　and　Johnseemed；　therefore；　to　be　listening　to　his　own　unspeaking　doom。　He　could　believe；　almost；　that　hehad　awakened　late　on　that　great　getting…up　morning；　that　all　the　saved　had　been　transformed　in　thetwinkling　of　an　eye；　and　had　risen　to　meet　Jesus　in　the　clouds；　and　that　he　was　left；　with　his　sinfulbody；　to　be　bound　in　hell　a　thousand　years。
He　had　sinned。　In　spite　of　the　saints；　his　mother　and　his　father；　the　warning　he　had　heardfrom　his　earliest　beginnings；　he　had　sinned　with　his　hands　a　sin　that　was　hard　to　forgive。　In　theschool　lavatory；　alone；　thinking　of　the　boys；　older；　bigger；　braver；　who　made　bets　with　each　otheras　to　whose　urine　could　arch　higher；　he　had　watched　in　himself　a　transformation　of　which　hewould　never　dare　to　speak。
And　the　darkness　of　John’s　sin　was　like　the　darkness　of　the　church　on　Saturday　evenings；like　the　silence　of　the　church　while　he　was　there　alone；　sweeping；　and　running　water　into　the　greatbucket；　and　overturning　chairs；　long　before　the　saints　arrived。　It　was　like　his　thoughts　as　he　movedabout　the　tabernacle　in　which　his　life　had　been　spent；　the　tabernacle　hated；　yet　loved　and　feared。　Itwas　like　Roy’s　curses；　like　the　echoes　these　curses　raised　in　John：　he　remembered　Roy；　on　somerare　Saturday　when　he　had　e　to　help　John　clean　the　church；　cursing　in　the　house　of　God；　andmaking　obscene　gestures　before　the　eyes　of　Jesus。　It　was　like　all　this；　and　it　was　like　the　walls　thatwitnessed　and　the　placards　on　the　walls　which　testified　that　the　wages　of　sin　was　death。　Thedarkness　of　his　sin　was　in　the　hardheartedness　with　which　he　resisted　God’s　power；　in　the　scornthat　was　often　his　while　he　listened　to　the　crying；　breaking　voices；　and　watched　the　black　skinglisten　while　they　lifted　up　their　arms　and　fell　on　their　faces　before　the　Lord。　For　he　had　made　hisdecision。　He　would　not　be　like　his　father；　or　his　father’s　fathers。　He　would　have　another　life。
For　John　excelled　in　school；　though　not；　like　Elisha；　in　mathematics　or　basket…ball；　and　itwas　said　that　he　had　a　Great　Future。　He　might　bee　a　Great　Leader　of　His　People。　John　was　notmuch　interested　in　His　people　and　still　less　in　leading　them　anywhere；　but　the　phrase　so　oftenrepeated　rose　in　his　mind　like　a　great　brass　gate；　opening　outward　for　him　on　a　world　where　peopledid　not　live　in　the　darkness　of　his　father’s　house；　did　not　pray　to　Jesus　in　the　darkness　of　hisfather’s　church；　where　he　would　eat　good　food；　and　wear　fine　clothes；　and　go　to　the　movies　asoften　as　he　wished。　In　this　world　John；　who　was；　his　father　said；　ugly；　who　was　always　the　smallestboy　in　his　class；　and　who　had　no　friends；　became　immediately　beautiful；　tall；　and　popular。　Peoplefell　all　over　themselves　to　meet　John　Grimes。　He　was　a　poet；　or　a　college　president；　or　a　moviestar；　he　drank　expensive　whisky；　and　he　smoke　Lucky　Strike　cigarettes　in　the　green　package。
It　was　not　only　colored　people　who　praised　John；　since　they　could　not；　John　felt；　in　anycase　really　know；　but　white　people　also　said　it；　in　fact　had　said　it　first　and　said　it　still。　It　was　whenJohn　was　five　years　old　and　in　the　first　grade　that　he　was　first　noticed；　and　since　he　was　noticed　byan　eye　altogether　alien　and　impersonal；　he　began　to　perceive；　in　wild　uneasiness；　his　individualexistence。
They　were　learning　the　alphabet　that　day；　and　six　children　at　a　time　were　sent　to　theblackboard　to　write　the　letters　they　had　memorized。　Six　had　finished　and　were　waiting　for　theteacher’s　judgment　when　the　back　door　opened　and　the　school　principal；　of　whom　everyone　wasterrified；　entered　the　room；　No　one　spoke　or　moved。　In　the　silence　the　principal’s　voice　said：
‘Which　child　is　that？’
She　was　pointing　to　the　blackboard；　at　John’s　letters。　The　possibility　of　being　distinguishedby　her　notice　did　not　enter　John’s　mind；　and　so　he　simply　stared　at　her。　Then　he　realized；　by　theimmobility　of　the　other　children　and　by　the　way　they　avoided　looking　at　him；　that　it　was　he　whowas　selected　for　punishment。
“Speak　up；　John；’　said　the　teacher；　gently。
On　the　edge　of　tears；　he　mumbled　his　name　and　waited。　The　principal；　a　woman　with　whitehair　and　an　iron　face；　looked　down　at　him。
‘You’re　a　very　bright　boy；　John　Grimes；’　she　said。　‘Keep　up　the　good　work。’
Then　she　walked　out　of　the　room。
That　moment　gave　him；　from　that　time　on；　if　not　a　weapon　at　least　a　shield；　he　apprehendedtotally；　without　belief　or　understanding；　that　he　had　in　himself　a　power　that　other　people　lacked；that　he　could　use　this　to　save　himself；　to　raise　himself；　and　that；　perhaps；　with　this　power　he　mightone　day　win　that　love　which　he　so　longed　for。　This　was　not；　in　John；　a　faith　subject　to　death　oralteration；　nor　yet　a　hope　subject　to　destruction；　it　was　his　identity；　and　part；　therefore；　of　thatwickedness　for　which　his　father　beat　him　and　to　which　he　clung　in　order　to　withstand　his　father。
His　father’s　arm；　rising　and　falling；　might　make　him　cry；　and　that　voice　might　cause　him　totremble；　yet　his　father　could　never　be　entirely　the　victor；　for　John　cherished　something　that　hisfather　could　not　reach。　It　was　his　hatred　and　his　intelligence　that　he　cherished；　the　one　feeding　theother。　He　lived　for　the　day　when　his　father　would　be　dying　and　he；　John；　would　curse　him　on　hisdeath…bed。　And　this　was　why；　though　he　had　been　born　in　faith　and　had　been　surrounded　all　his　lifeby　the　saints　and　by　their　prayers　and　their　rejoicing；　and　though　the　tabernacle　in　which　theyworshipped　was　more　pletely　real　to　him　that　the　several　precarious　homes　in　which　he　and　hisfamily　had　lived；　John’s　heart　was　hardened　against　the　Lord。　His　father　was　God’s　minister；　theambassador　of　the　King　of　Heaven；　and　John　could　not　bow　before　the　throne　of　grace　without　firstkneeling　to　his　father。　On　his　refusal　to　do　this　had　his　life　depended；　and　John’s　secret　heart　hadflourished　in　its　wickedness　until　the　day　his　sin　first　overtook　him。
In　the　midst　of　all　his　wonderings　he　fell　asleep　again；　and　when　he　woke　up　this　time　and　got　outof　bed　his　father　had　gone　to　the　factory；　where　he　would　work　for　half　a　day。　Roy　was　sitting　inthe　kitchen；　quarrelling　with　their　mother。　The　baby；　Ruth；　sat　in　her