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
Nevertheless at times the question would arise within me, “Wherefore do I
serve God for naught?” For all around I saw the wicked and the scornful
seated, as kings, in high places, and the poor and the humble trampled
under foot. There was the name of peace among us, but it was no peace; for
Satan was making war upon us under the semblance of peace. Everywhere
defilement was taking the land by force or by stealth. Many Greek cities,
called by the names of the great ones among the Gentiles, were built in
the midst of us, such as Tiberias, and Julias, and Cæsarea Stratonis, and
Cæsarea Philippi; and even in our city of Sepphoris, now rebuilt, we were
constrained to admit Greeks to be our fellow‐citizens. Theatres and
amphitheatres, and games, and alien rites in honour of false gods, had
been brought in among us. Images of living things began to be seen on
every side, and even our coinage was defiled with the uncleanness of the
Gentiles; so that, in place of the vine‐clusters and wheat‐sheaf and star
of Israel, we were forced to handle the semblances of Thracian shields and
helmets, and the winged rod of enchantments, called by the Gentiles the
caduceus. Moreover, as each year passed, our fears waxed greater and
greater, lest at last the eagles of the Gentiles should be brought from
Cæsarea into the streets of the Holy City itself, and lest the image of
the Emperor should be set up therein. For the former Emperor, even Cæsar
Augustus, was now dead, and a new Emperor reigned in his stead, whose name
was Tiberius. But he attained not unto the former Emperor in wisdom;
wherefore the minds of many were unsettled, the common people fearing lest
the Romans should take away their religion, and the Scribes fearing lest
the common people should incense the Romans by fresh revolt, and so bring
destruction on the nation.
So it came to pass that by reason of my continual sorrow for the burdens
of Sion, my heart was pressed down with care, and my trouble became too
heavy for me to bear; and I found no peace, no, not even in the study of
the Law. In vain I repeated to myself the saying of the Wise, “Whoso
studieth the Law, he becometh modest and long‐suffering and forgiving of
insult”; and again, “The Law is acquired by long‐suffering, by a good
heart, by faith in the Wise, by acceptance of chastisements.” I looked
upon my countrymen in their servitude, and I could not feel long‐
suffering; neither could I attain to the wisdom of the acceptance of
chastisements.
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