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
On the tops of the hills were walnut‐trees; lower down fig‐trees; and
below them grew luxuriant palms. For the place hath, as it were, several
climates suiting several trees and plants; corn also aboundeth in those
parts, and flax is not wanting; but the olive‐trees (as elsewhere in
Galilee) stand so thick together, and so thriving, that it was a common
saying, “Thou mayest sooner rear a forest of olive‐trees in Galilee than
one child in Judæa;” fruit‐trees also of all sorts grew there without
number, laden with the goodliest fruits, exceeding the fruit‐trees of any
other part of Galilee; insomuch that the place was justly wont to be
called the Garden of Abundance. But the city itself was as a half‐circle
of pearls, encompassed with gardens as with a circlet of emerald. A
multitude of ships and fishing‐boats bestrewed the surface of the lake,
which was of a deep blue colour, as blue as sapphire; and the waves
thereof were very still, because no wind at all was blowing. But as I
looked towards Chorazin, the sight in the surface of the waters surpassed
the sight of the land. For there, as in a mirror, one might see by
reflexion in the water below, all that was on the land above; the walnut‐
trees and fig‐trees and palm‐trees, and the oleanders on the border of the
waters, and the white pelicans watching for their prey upon the brink
thereof, and the hedges of cactus, and the cottages of the husbandmen; all
these things were to be clearly seen as if painted on the waters of the
lake.
Then came into my mind certain words which my Master had said to me when
we went forth from Sepphoris together; how that our Father in heaven
provideth for the adornment even of the grass of the fields, and how He
hath made the simple flowers of the fields more beautiful than Solomon in
his glory. And so it was that, as I thought on these words, I praised the
Lord of Hosts, who hath made the world so beautiful; and though I had seen
this sight many times before when I had come down from Sepphoris, yet now
mine eyes seemed, as it were, to be opened to discern a new beauty
therein. But I thought also on Israel and of the blessedness that was in
store for this goodly land, if only the Roman could be driven forth. As I
thought on these things, an east wind sprang up; and lo, where there had
been but a moment ago so fair a sight, naught was now to be seen save
troubled waters of many divers colours. Then I hasted onward, purposing to
inquire concerning Jesus of Nazareth first, and afterwards to go to the
house of my uncle.
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