The Heritage of the Kurts, Volume 2 (of 2)Bjørnson, Bjørnstjerne
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The Heritage of the Kurts, Volume 2 (of 2)
Bjørnson, Bjørnstjerne
Norwegian fiction -- Translations into English
She was roused by the name of John Wesley. His conversion, Vangen
considered, was the most thorough, the fullest in every particular,
that he knew of. He related it, and then passed on to give examples of
sudden conversions, especially some by Wesley himself; other natures
with different pasts, with different kinds of knowledge, influenced by
other fears. He wished to speak of these sudden conversions separately
to-day. He had known a young girl who had a burning desire for grace
for her sins, which she could by no means obtain, until one day she saw
Rubens' picture of the Crucifixion, and Mary Magdalene standing with
long flowing hair at the foot of the cross. She would be Mary
Magdalene. And all at once it was a joy to her to imagine herself at
the foot of the cross in the place of Mary Magdalene; her thoughts
dwelt on this so powerfully that it seemed as though she, and no one
else, stood there. At once she received the knowledge that it was for
_her_ that Jesus was crucified, _her_ sins were forgiven. She was
seized with a great, great joy. The preacher knew several such examples
especially among women. They had clung so persistently to some single
incident in the life of Jesus, some single word of His, something
special in the mystery of grace, and had gazed upon it until it had the
effect of a strong light, a special knowledge. From that time all
became clear to them, their sins were taken from them; their will
became stronger from that day and hour.
Tora did not hear more, least of all that it was _against_ this that
Vangen wished to speak. Then and there her mind was occupied with an
attempt to follow these examples. His too familiar voice murmured on;
everything round her seemed to fade away. She saw Jesus on the cross in
a strange country, with driving black clouds above Him, each height,
each valley, each tree veiled and mourning. She saw His eyes close, His
chest rise and fall, and it all became night. She felt her own small
sorrows hidden in that awful moment. How long she remained in this
condition she did not know. The sermon was not over, she could not
therefore go; but she could not listen, she did not desire to do so.
When at length she left the church she had only one wish--to be able to
renew that vision as soon as she could.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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