“Not wholly,” was the reply.  “Do you not remember what you have been taught, that a veil is drawn over the eyes of all who enter mortality, and the memory of this world is taken away; but this I may tell you, that by the power of your spiritual insight and moral strength you will be able to exert a correcting influence over your brothers and sisters in the flesh, and especially over those of your kin.  Then again, when you hear the gospel of our Elder Brother preached, it will have a familiar sound to you and you will receive it gladly.  Then you will become teachers to your households and a light unto your families.  Again, not only to those in the flesh will you minister.  Many will have passed from earth-life in ignorance of the gospel of salvation when you come.  These must have the saving ordinances of the gospel performed for them, so that when they some time receive the truth, the necessary rites will have been performed.  This work, also, is a part of your mission—­to enter into the Temples of the Lord, male and female, each for his and her kind, and do this work.”

A sister, pressing timidly forward near to him who had been chosen, took his hand, and looked pleadingly into the face of the messenger.  “May not I, too, go?” she asked.  “I believe I could help a little.”

The messenger smiled at her, seeing to whose hand she clung.  “I think so,” he said; “but we shall see.”

“When do we go?” asked the brother.

“Not yet.  Abide the will of the Father,—­and peace be with you all.”

He left them in awed silence.  Then, presently, they began to speak to each other of the wonderful things they had heard and the call that had come to some of them.

Times and seasons, nations and peoples had come and gone.  Millions of the sons and daughters of God had passed through the earthly school, and had gone on to other fields of labor, some with honor, others with dishonor.  God’s spiritual intelligences, in their innumerable gradations were being allotted their times and places.  The scheme of things inaugurated by the Father was working out its legitimate results.

Homan’s time had come for him to leave his spiritual home.  He was now to take the step, which, though temporarily downward, would secure him a footing by which to climb to greater heights.  Delsa was still in her first estate.  So also was Sardus.  They, with a company, were gathered to bid Homan farewell, and thus they spoke: 

“We do not know,” Homan was saying, “whether or not we shall meet on the earth.  Our places and callings may be far apart, and we may never know or recognize each other until that day when we shall meet again in the mansions of our Father.”

“I am thankful for one thing:  I understand that a more opportune time in which to fill our probation has never been known on the earth.  The Gospel exists there in its fulness, and the time of utter spiritual darkness has gone.  The race is strong and can give us sound bodies.  Now, if we are worthy, we shall, no doubt, secure a parentage that will give us those powers of mind and body which are needed to successfully combat the powers of evil.”