Christian fiction; Neighborhoods -- Scotland -- Fiction
was--it was the king of men, the servant of men, the Lord Jesus Christ,
the everlasting son of our Father in heaven.
"Now this mountain on which he was praying had a small lake at the foot
of it--that is, about thirteen miles long, and five miles broad. Not
wanting even his usual companions to be with him this evening--partly,
I presume, because they were of the same mind as those who desired to
take him by force and make him a king--he had sent them away in their
boat, to go across this water to the other side, where were their homes
and their families. Now, it was not pitch dark either on the
mountain-top or on the water down below; yet I doubt if any other man
than he would have been keen-eyed enough to discover that little boat
down in the middle of the lake, much distressed by the west wind that
blew right in their teeth. But he loved every man in it so much, that I
think even as he was talking to his Father, his eyes would now and then
go looking for and finding it--watching it on its way across to the
other side. You must remember that it was a little boat; and there are
often tremendous storms upon these small lakes with great mountains
about them. For the wind will come all at once, rushing down through
the clefts in as sudden a squall as ever overtook a sailor at sea. And
then, you know, there is no sea-room. If the wind get the better of
them, they are on the shore in a few minutes, whichever way the wind
may blow. He saw them worn out at the oar, toiling in rowing, for the
wind was contrary unto them. So the time for loneliness and prayer was
over, and the time to go down out of his secret chamber and help his
brethren was come. He did not need to turn and say good-bye to his
Father, as if he dwelt on that mountain-top alone: his Father was down
there on the lake as well. He went straight down. Could not his Father,
if he too was down on the lake, help them without him? Yes. But he
wanted him to do it, that they might see that he did it. Otherwise they
would only have thought that the wind fell and the waves lay down,
without supposing for a moment that their Master or his Father had had
anything to do with it. They would have done just as people do
now-a-days: they think that the help comes of itself, instead of by the
will of him who determined from the first that men should be helped. So
the Master went down the hill. When he reached the border of the lake,
the wind being from the other side, he must have found the waves
breaking furiously upon the rocks. But that made no difference to him.
He looked out as he stood alone on the edge amidst the rushing wind and
the noise of the water, out over the waves under the clear, starry sky,
saw where the tiny boat was tossed about like a nutshell, and set out."
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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