Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXXVI, No. 1, January 1850Various
General
Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXXVI, No. 1, January 1850
Various
Literature -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals
His amiable and conciliatory nature did not exempt him from suffering,
any more than did the straight-forward boldness of the bravest disciple
of Christ. Distress and danger were _his_ hand-maids, as they were of
all who in that dark age advocated Christianity, and never could the
humility, kindness, and forbearance of John, by his most bitter enemies,
be construed into meanness, or to the promptings of a paltry spirit that
weakly cringed to the rich men and the powerful.
In that solemn hour when Judas went forth from the presence of the Lord,
convicted of his foul treachery, when the Saviour addressed to his
disciples the saddest words of prophecy, speaking to them in that tender
manner which won their deep attention, and lasting affection. He called
them “little children”—saying—“A little while and I am with you, ye
shall seek me, and as I said to the Jews, whither I go ye cannot come;
so now I say unto you. A new commandment I give unto you, that ye love
one another, as I have loved you. By this shall all men know that ye are
my disciples, _if ye have love one to another_.”
Not one of the eleven listened to those words in vain, but a deeper
impression seem they to have made upon the youngest of that honored
group, the holy John; for the sentiment of that most impressive address
was the burden of his thought and of his voice, to the last hour of his
life.
Among the weeping women who gathered around the sacred Cross, the
youngest disciple stood, notwithstanding his recent desertion, still the
object of his Master’s kind regard and favor. How lovingly did the
Saviour’s eyes rest upon the apostle—with what earnest emotion he
directed John’s attention to the Virgin Mother, saying to her, “Woman,
behold thy son!” and to John, “behold thy mother!” remembering even in
that hour of bitterest sorrow, to provide for her who had been the
guardian of his infancy, the fond, unfailing lover of his manhood.
To think on that obscure home of poverty, where the blessed Mother Mary
dwelt, with the beloved disciple!
Blessed indeed was she, most worthy to be held by all the world in an
ever affectionate remembrance; and yet, as a mortal woman, subject to
like infirmities, passions and sins, with all born of the flesh,
altogether unworthy adoration or worship!
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