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 I thought on these things I arose in sore extremity nigh unto
despair, and went up to the house‐top. Above the mountains of Moab, to the
east, there was a faint token of dawn. I thought of the coming day, and I
loathed it; for without Jesus the light seemed unto me as darkness.
Moreover when I strove to pray, Satan tempted me very sorely, so that I
could not pray: for I said, “Behold I am without Jesus: but God without
Jesus is to me as no God.” Then fell I flat upon my face and wrestled with
Satan in prayer, and I besought the Lord again and again that He would
give Jesus back to us, yea, though it were but to look on him for one
moment, that we might be assured that all was well with him. How long I
prayed I know not, but it seemed to me many hours; and sometimes I stood
in my praying and watched the dawn growing brighter; and even as the dawn
grew, my fears and doubts grew with it; but at other times I lay prostrate
and shut out the light. So at last the sky began to brighten towards
sunrise; and still I was crying unto the Lord from the depths, according
as it is written, “I wait for the Lord; my soul doth wait, and in his word
do I hope. My soul waiteth for the Lord more than they that watch for the
morning, more, I say, than they that watch for the morning.”
Now while I lay grovelling in the very deepest of the depths, beseeching
the Lord to destroy me if I might not have peace, behold, a sound as of
many feet below, without the house, and then a knocking, exceeding loud;
and one asked from within, “Who is there?” And the answer came piercing
the air, “HE IS RISEN! HE IS RISEN! JESUS IS RISEN FROM THE DEAD!” Now at
first I thought that the voice was the voice of an angel; but when I
considered, and heard how answer was made, and the door forthwith opened,
and a sound as of feet entering, then straightway I knew that it was the
voice of one of the women come back from the sepulchre. Immediately,
therefore, going down, I found all the household stirring, and the women
returned, and all the disciples gathered together, and standing round the
women, questioning them, and listening to their words.
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