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
He did not speak many words to me by the way; but what I noted especially
in him (as being that wherein he differed from all my former teachers) was
that he spake not according to rule, nor out of any books, nor traditions,
but as it were out of himself. For he taught as one having authority.
There was also yet another difference. For most of the Pharisees were wont
to walk with their faces turned up to the sky, or else with their eyes
half shut, repeating, as they went, certain passages of the Law, or
prayers, or precepts of the Elders; and if they met women they would avoid
them; and of children also they took no note, except it were to instruct
them or question them in the Law and the Traditions; moreover they walked
with a sour and austere countenance. But Jesus was in all respects
different from these. For he looked on all things, and in all things
seemed to see joy and gladness, taking note even of the smallest matters,
such as the flowers of the field, and the birds of the air, and also of
the trees, and the cornfields. Moreover, as often as we met women on the
way, he saluted them courteously and shunned them not.
But most marvellous of all, in my judgment, was the manner of his dealing
with children. For so it was, as I remember, that when we were passing by
a hamlet, about six furlongs from Sepphoris, a little child ran out from
the door of a house, even under the feet of our asses, insomuch that we
had much ado to prevent the asses from trampling down the child. But when
I rebuked the child somewhat vehemently, Jesus chid me; and presently,
after we had ridden on awhile in silence, he turned to me and bade me
always have respect unto little children; “For,” said he, “their angels do
always behold the face of my Father which is in heaven.” Then he added
words still stranger and harder for me to understand, that “Except a man
were born again and become as a little child, he could in no wise enter
into the Kingdom of Heaven.”
But I returned, marvelling greatly at his words and pondering them in my
mind. For I could in no wise perceive how we could redeem Israel and drive
out the Tetrarch from Tiberias, and the Romans from Jerusalem, and set up
the Kingdom of God, and all this by becoming as little children.
CHAPTER VII
When I drew nigh to Capernaum, it was about the eleventh hour; so I hasted
that I might inquire where Jesus of Nazareth abode, before the sun went
down: for it was the day before the Sabbath. But as I journeyed down the
valley, called the Valley of the Doves, and came to the place where the
road turneth round to the right, I could not forbear to draw rein for a
while, so beautiful was the sight; and though I had seen it often‐times
before, yet never before, methought, had it seemed so beautiful as now.
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