Christian saints -- India -- Romances; Gautama Buddha -- Legends -- Adaptations; Princes -- India -- Romances
The high-minded and noble youth listened to his father's windy
discourse and foolish opposition, and recognized therein the devices of
the crooked serpent, and how standing at his right hand he had prepared
a snare for his feet, and was scheming how to overthrow his righteous
soul, and hinder him of the prize laid up in store. Therefore the
prince set before his eyes the commandment of the Lord, which saith, "I
came not to send peace, but strife and a sword. For I am come to set a
man at variance against his father, and a daughter against her mother,
and so forth; and "He that loveth father or mother more than me is not
worthy of me"; and "Whosoever shall deny me before men, him will I also
deny before my Father which is in heaven." When he had considered
these things, and fettered his soul with divine fear, and strengthened
it with longing desire and love, right opportunely he remembered the
saying of Solomon, "There is a time to love, and a time to hate; a time
of war, and a time of peace." First of all he prayed in silence, and
said, "Have mercy of me, Lord God, have mercy of me; for my soul
trusteth in thee; and under the shadow of thy wings I shall hope till
wickedness overpass. I shall cry to the highest God; to God that did
well to me," and the rest of the psalm.
Then said Ioasaph to the king, "To honour one's father, and to obey his
commands, and to serve him with good will and affection is taught us by
the Lord of us all, who hath implanted in our hearts this natural
affection. But, when loving devotion to our parents bringeth our soul
into peril, and separateth her from her Maker, then we are commanded,
at all costs, to cut it out, and, on no account, to yield to them that
would depart us from God, but to hate and avoid them, even if it be our
father that issueth the abominable command, or our mother, or our king,
or the master of our very life. Wherefore it is impossible for me, out
of devotion to my father, to forfeit God. So, prithee, trouble not
thyself, nor me: but be persuaded, and let us both serve the true and
living God, for the objects of thy present worship are idols, the works
of men's hands, devoid of breath, and deaf, and give nought but
destruction and eternal punishment to their worshippers.
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