Religious disputations -- Fiction; Short stories, Australian
"The grave voice ceased, for the servant had beckoned the reader, and
presently Caius came toward me. I gave him my orders with reference to
the sails and tackling of my ship, and spoke of other ships of mine
which he had refitted for me; and then asked him what author he had been
reading. For a moment he hesitated, and then answered that he had been
reading to some friends a letter by Paul, an apostle of Christ. I
enquired if I might look a little more closely at it as I had been
interested in what I heard; and after hesitating again for a moment he
brought it me. The scroll half opened in my hands and I read:--
"For behold your calling, brethren, how that not many wise after the
flesh, not many mighty, not many noble, are called, but God chose the
foolish things of the world, that he might put to shame them that are
wise; and God chose the weak things of the world, that he might put to
shame the things that are strong; and the base things of the world, and
the things that are despised, did God choose, yea, and the things that
are not, that he might bring to nought the things that are.' Mine eyes
followed the words as the roll opened: 'Howbeit we speak wisdom among
the perfect; yet a wisdom not of this world, nor of the rulers of this
world, which are coming to nought; but we speak God's wisdom in a
mystery, even the wisdom that hath been hidden, which God foreordained
before the worlds unto our glory; which none of the rulers of this world
knoweth; for had they known it they would not have crucified the Lord of
glory.' My sight ran heedlessly over the next few lines until they came
to these words: 'For I think, God hath set forth us the apostles last of
all, as men doomed to death; for we are made a spectacle unto the world,
and to angels, and to men. We are fools for Christ's sake, but ye are
wise in Christ; we are weak, but ye are strong; ye have glory but we
have dishonour. Even unto this present hour we both hunger, and thirst,
and are naked, and are buffeted, and have no certain dwelling-place; and
we toil, working with our own hands; being reviled, we bless; being
persecuted, we endure; being defamed, we entreat; we are made as the
filth of the world, the off-scouring of things, even until now.... What
will ye, shall I come unto you with a rod, or in love, and a spirit of
meekness?'
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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