THE TEACHER OF WISDOM

From his childhood he had been as one filled with the perfect knowledge

of God, and even while he was yet but a lad many of the saints, as well

as certain holy women who dwelt in the free city of his birth, had been

stirred to much wonder by the grave wisdom of his answers.

And when his parents had given him the robe and the ring of manhood he

kissed them, and left them and went out into the world, that he might

speak to the world about God. For there were at that time many in the

world who either knew not God at all, or had but an incomplete knowledge

of Him, or worshipped the false gods who dwell in groves and have no care

of their worshippers.

And he set his face to the sun and journeyed, walking without sandals, as

he had seen the saints walk, and carrying at his girdle a leathern wallet

and a little water-bottle of burnt clay.

And as he walked along the highway he was full of the joy that comes from

the perfect knowledge of God, and he sang praises unto God without

ceasing; and after a time he reached a strange land in which there were

many cities.

And he passed through eleven cities. And some of these cities were in

valleys, and others were by the banks of great rivers, and others were

set on hills. And in each city he found a disciple who loved him and

followed him, and a great multitude also of people followed him from each

city, and the knowledge of God spread in the whole land, and many of the

rulers were converted, and the priests of the temples in which there were

idols found that half of their gain was gone, and when they beat upon

their drums at noon none, or but a few, came with peacocks and with

offerings of flesh as had been the custom of the land before his coming.

Yet the more the people followed him, and the greater the number of his

disciples, the greater became his sorrow. And he knew not why his sorrow

was so great. For he spake ever about God, and out of the fulness of

that perfect knowledge of God which God had Himself given to him.

And one evening he passed out of the eleventh city, which was a city of

Armenia, and his disciples and a great crowd of people followed after

him; and he went up on to a mountain and sat down on a rock that was on

the mountain, and his disciples stood round him, and the multitude knelt

in the valley.

And he bowed his head on his hands and wept, and said to his Soul, 'Why

is it that I am full of sorrow and fear, and that each of my disciples is

an enemy that walks in the noonday?' And his Soul answered him and said,

'God filled thee with the perfect knowledge of Himself, and thou hast

given this knowledge away to others. The pearl of great price thou hast

divided, and the vesture without seam thou hast parted asunder. He who

giveth away wisdom robbeth himself. He is as one who giveth his treasure

to a robber. Is not God wiser than thou art? Who art thou to give away

the secret that God hath told thee? I was rich once, and thou hast made

me poor. Once I saw God, and now thou hast hidden Him from me.'

And he wept again, for he knew that his Soul spake truth to him, and that

he had given to others the perfect knowledge of God, and that he was as

one clinging to the skirts of God, and that his faith was leaving him by

reason of the number of those who believed in him.

And he said to himself, 'I will talk no more about God. He who giveth

away wisdom robbeth himself.'

And after the space of some hours his disciples came near him and bowed

themselves to the ground and said, 'Master, talk to us about God, for

thou hast the perfect knowledge of God, and no man save thee hath this

knowledge.'

And he answered them and said, 'I will talk to you about all other things

that are in heaven and on earth, but about God I will not talk to you.

Neither now, nor at any time, will I talk to you about God.'

And they were wroth with him and said to him, 'Thou hast led us into the

desert that we might hearken to thee. Wilt thou send us away hungry, and

the great multitude that thou hast made to follow thee?'

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