Death In The Family, A - James Agee [21]
“Why?”
“Because he loves Daddy and if ... Eat, wicker, or it’ll all be nasty and cold, and then you know how you hate to eat it. Because if Daddy didn’t see him soon, Grampa might not get to see Daddy again.”
“Why not?”
“Because Grampa is getting old, and when you get old, you can be sick and not get well again. And if you can’t get well again, then God lets you go to sleep and you can’t see people any more.”
“Don’t you ever wake up again?”
“You wake up right away, in heaven, but people on earth can’t see you any more, and you can’t see them.”
“Oh.”
“Eat,” their mother whispered, making a big, nodding mouth and chewing vigorously on air. They ate.
“Mama,” Rufus said, “when Oliver went to sleep did he wake up in heaven too?”
“I don’t know. I imagine he woke up in a part of heaven God keeps specially for cats.”
“Did the rabbits wake up?”
“I’m sure they did if Oliver did.”
“All bloody like they were?”
“No, Rufus, that was only their poor little bodies. God wouldn’t let them wake up all hurt and bloody, poor things.”
“Why did God let the dogs get in?”
“We don’t know, Rufus, but it must be a part of His plan we will understand someday.”
“What good would it do Him?”
“Children, don’t dawdle. It’s almost school time.”
“What good would it do Him, Mama, to let the dogs in?”
“I don’t know, but someday we’ll understand, Rufus, if we’re very patient. We mustn’t trouble ourselves with these things we can’t understand. We just have to be sure that God knows best.”
“I bet they sneaked in when He wasn’t looking,” Rufus said eagerly. “Cause He sure wouldn’t have let them if He’d been there. Didn’t they, Mama? Didn’t they?”
Their mother hesitated, and then said carefully, “No, Rufus, we believe that God is everywhere and knows everything and nothing can happen without His knowing. But the Devil is everywhere too—everywhere except heaven, that is—and he is always tempting us. When we do what he tempts us to do, then God lets us do it.”
“What’s tempt?”
“Tempt is, well, the Devil tempts us when there is something we want to do, but we know it is bad.”
“Why does God let us do bad things?”
“Because He wants us to make up our own minds.”
“Even to do bad things, right under His nose?”
“He doesn’t want us to do bad things, but to know good from bad and be good of our own free choice.”
“Why?”
“Because He loves us and wants us to love Him, but if He just made us be good, we couldn’t really love Him enough. You can’t love to do what you are made to do, and you couldn’t love God if He made you.”
“But if God can do anything, why can’t He do that?”
“Because He doesn’t want to,” their mother said, rather impatiently.
“Why doesn’t He want to?” Rufus said. “It would be so much easier for Him.”
“God—doesn’t—believe—in—the—easy—way,” she said, with a certain triumph, spacing the words and giving them full emphasis. “Not for us, not for anything or anybody, not even for Himself. God wants us to come to Him, to find Him, the best we can.”
“Like hide-and-go-seek,” said Catherine.
“What was that?” their mother asked rather anxiously.
“Like hide ...”
“Aw, it isn’t a bit like hide-and-seek, is it, Mama?” Rufus cut in. “Hidenseek’s just a game, just a game. God doesn’t fool around playing games, does He, Mama! Does He! Does He!”
“Shame on you, Rufus,” his mother said warmly, and not without relief. “Why, shame on you!” For Catherine’s face had swollen and her mouth had bunched tight, and she glared from her brother to her mother and back again with scalding hot eyes.
“Well He doesn’t,” Rufus insisted, angry and bewildered at the turn the discussion had taken.
“That’s enough, Rufus,” his mother whipped out sternly, and leaned across and patted Catherine’s hand, which made Catherine’s chin tremble and her tears overflow. “That’s all right, little wicker! That’s all right! He doesn’t play games. Rufus is right about that, but it is, someways it is like hide-and-seek. You’re ab-so-lootly right!”
But with this, Catherine was dissolved,