Philochristus: Memoirs of a Disciple of the LordAbbott, Edwin Abbott
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Philochristus: Memoirs of a Disciple of the Lord
Abbott, Edwin Abbott
Christian fiction; Jesus Christ -- Fiction
When he said these words, we looked each at other but held our peace: and
Jesus, after he had courteously thanked the man, came forth and addressed
himself again to the journey; but, methought, even more sadly and
sorrowfully than before. But still his discourse (as oft as he said
anything) was on faith; and presently he began to say in a low voice a
certain psalm (which was both at this time and during many days afterwards
upon his lips); and in the psalm are these words, first of supplication
and then of praise: “Deliver my soul from the sword, my darling from the
power of the dog, save me from the lion’s mouth, thou hast heard me also
from among the horns of the unicorns. I will declare thy Name unto my
brethren; in the midst of the congregation will I praise thee.” Now when
he spake these words touching the “congregation,” and also the following
words, “my praise is of thee in the great congregation,” then so it was
that Judas, who had been scarce able, these many days, to restrain himself
because of his anger at the tarrying of Jesus, spake aloud and very
vehemently, saying that, but one or two months ago, there was indeed a
congregation, and a great congregation, which also had been ready with one
consent to have risen up against the Romans; “but now,” said Judas, “we be
scarce a score in all.”
Hereat Jesus stayed, and turned round and looked at Judas, methought, to
have rebuked him; but when his eyes fell upon our “little flock,” as he
was wont to call us at this time, not a score in all (for herein had Judas
spoken truly), then it seemed as if his thoughts for us drove out the
thought of Judas: and he paused as if he would have questioned us: “Do ye
also say as Judas saith?” But then he turned again and went before us,
beckoning to us to follow a little behind; and so he continued his
journey, steadfastly looking toward the north, where the Mount Hermon rose
up before us all glorious to behold. But so far as I could gather from
some words that I heard, he still spake to himself concerning the
“congregation:” and once I thought I heard him praying for us with great
passion, and beseeching God that he would bring us out of the horrible
pit, out of the mire and clay, and set our feet upon the rock.
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