So He goes on ringing the changes back and forth, now here, now there. _Pruning_--that insures fruit, and more and better. _Praying_--that _is_ the fruit, some of it; that naturally grows out of the abiding. "_My words_"--that is part of the abiding, the life-juice of the vine coming into branch and blossom and fruit. "Joy"--that is the rich red juice of the grape in your mouth. "_Friends_"--that is the other word for abide. That's what abiding makes and reveals. _Abiding_--that is what friends do: that's what friendship is, the real thing. _Obey_--that is the swing of step with our great Friend as we go along the road together. So these clusters of rich ripe fruit hang thick on the vine of this simple teaching-talk as they walk along in the moonlight. And now they're passing through some of the narrower streets as they make their way east towards the city gate.[118] And these narrow streets are shadowed. And you feel the shadows creeping into His talk. The world will _hate_ them. Of course. This is a natural result of the abiding. The outer crowd can no more put up with the Jesus-swayed man than with Jesus Himself. And the hate would be aggressive. But if they would clearly understand ahead what to expect it would help them keep their feet when the worst storm came. And by staying steady and true through the worst that came, they would be of the greatest service. The Holy Spirit in them would reach out and talk to that outer crowd. He would make clear to them their awful sin in killing Jesus, the spotless purity and rightness of the absent Jesus, and the terrific fact that the prince of the world whom they rally to so faithfully is actually judged, doomed and damned. Then He adds, "now in a little bit I'll be gone from you. Then a little later, I'll be with you again." So He goes on ringing the changes back and forth on this in simple conversational style. And now they are silent. The narrow street is quite shadowed. He lets them think a bit over His words. And the personal part takes hold most. And they talk softly together of what this means,--a little while and He is gone; again a little while, and He is back. They're plainly puzzled, yet restrained from breaking in upon His deep mood. But with characteristic gentleness He speaks of what they would ask.[119] Clearly there is some terrible experience for Him and for them just at hand. But He reaches past to the joy beyond, as the mother forgets sharp pains in the joy of her new-born babe. And as He talks they think they understand now, but again He gently reminds of the storm about to break. And then He leaves them three wondrous words,--_peace, good-cheer, overcome_. In the midst of the worst storm there may be peace. In the thickest of tribulation the song of cheer may ring out. He _has_ overcome. The outcome is settled. No doubts need nag. Sing! Sing louder! _Christ is Victor_!