Christian fiction; Wingfold, Thomas (Fictitious character) -- Fiction
“Having premised that I believe every one recorded,” said Polwarth, “I
heartily admit their improbability. But the WEIGHT of proof is not, and
never was laid upon them. Our Lord did not make much of them, and did
them far more for the individual concerned than for the sake of the
beholders. I will not however talk to you about them now. I will merely
say that it is not through the miracles you will find the Lord, though,
having found him, you will find him there also. The question for you is
not, Are the miracles true? but, Was Jesus true? Again I say, you must
find him--the man himself. When you have found him, I may perhaps retort
upon you the question--Can you believe such improbable things as the
miracles, Mr. Wingfold?”
The little man showed pretty plainly by the set of his lips that
he meant to say no more, and again Wingfold had, with considerable
dissatisfaction and no answer, to go back to his New Testament.
CHAPTER XXXI.
THE CURATE MAKES A DISCOVERY.
At length, one day, as he was working with a harmony, comparing certain
passages between themselves, and as variedly given in the gospels, he
fell into a half-thinking, half-dreaming mood, in which his eyes, for
some time unconsciously, rested on the verse, “Ye will not come unto me
that ye might have life:” it mingled itself with his brooding, and by
and by, though yet he was brooding rather than meditating, the form of
Jesus had gathered, in the stillness of his mental quiescence, so much
of reality that at length he found himself thinking of him as of a
true-hearted man, mightily in earnest to help his fellows, who could not
get them to mind what he told them.
“Ah!” said the curate to himself, “if I had but seen him, would not I
have minded him!--would I not have haunted his steps, with question upon
question, until I got at the truth!”
Again the more definite thought vanished in the seething chaos of
reverie, which dured unbroken for a time,--until again suddenly rose
from memory to consciousness and attention the words: “Why call ye me
Lord, Lord, and do not the things which I say?”
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