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
Then I looked, and lo, in the valley the Essenes busy at their labours,
even as the ants that move to and fro in an ant‐hill; and as near as I
could conjecture, they were to the number of three or four hundred thus
labouring together. But as I looked, behold, a sound as of one proclaiming
the hour of prayer; and lo, the fields were empty, neither was any one
anywhere to be seen. Presently they appeared again in white robes
thronging to the house of prayer. Then a sound, as of psalms sung by many
voices, rose up to my ears, and filled my heart with a deep peace. I
waited for the space of nearly an hour, till the assembly had broken up,
returning in their white robes to their several cottages. When I had
beheld all this, my heart rejoiced, and I said, “If only all Israel could
thus return to the Lord, then would the dough be no longer corrupt with
leaven, according to the saying; and the wrath of the Lord would be turned
from His people.” But then came into my mind the saying of Philo, that the
virtue towards man must come before the virtue towards God. I remembered
also that which I had often before heard of the Essenes, how they neither
marry nor give in marriage, but replenish their community by adopting the
children of others and by admitting of strangers into their number. Then I
bethought myself that if all the children of Israel should become Essenes,
Israel would speedily perish; neither could there be any Redemption. For
even now, though there had been Essenes these thirty or forty years, or
even more, yet did they number no more than three thousand or four
thousand men in all Israel; and of these almost all lived in the country,
avoiding towns for fear of defilement, and exceeding even the Pharisees in
the strictness wherewith they observe Sabbaths and obey the precepts of
the Law (save only in the matter of sacrifice). So, as I looked down upon
the village, and round upon the hills which shut it in and hid it from the
sight of men, the proverb came to my mind which sayeth that “a city that
is set upon a hill cannot be hid:” but said I, “the city of the Essenes
lieth in a valley.” Then I turned my back upon the place and would not go
down to see Menahem, but set out to return to Sepphoris.
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