And when
the dead man came forth, I could not but mark that some who had seen
the mighty miracle turned away from the spot, jeering and scoffing at
the Lord, its worker.
"When I next saw the Lord He was in the hands of the scoffers who had
turned away from the grave of Lazarus. He was being led along the
streets of Jerusalem to Calvary. The streets on both sides were
crowded with stalls, and with people buying and selling as at a fair.
Nobody except a few women seemed to care that so great a sufferer was
passing by. He was bending under the weight of the Cross. His face
was pale and all streaked with blood. I said to myself: 'Can this be
He who is more beautiful than ten thousand?' My eyes filled with
tears. Sickness came over my heart. I was like one about to die. I
hurried away from the pitiless crowd, from the terrible spectacle, from
the city accursed. And straightway I turned my face toward my home.
And as I came within sight of my father's kingdom, I gave thanks to God
that my lot had been cast in this favored Age, and that the horrors
through which the Lord had to pass are behind us; and that we see Him
now in the story of the Gospels, as the Son of God, clothed with the
glory of God, seated on the throne of heaven and making all things work
together for good.
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