Whether the miracles of Jesus really happened or are merely
legendary I do not know, and, if I may say it without
irreverence, I do not care. They are not necessary to my
Christianity, which, to say the truth, can better do without
them. What is it to me, and to such as me, whether, in the
little village of Bethany, Jesus did or did not raise to life
one poor dead body, when I know that in the centuries since he
has raised to life millions of dead souls? And what, after all,
does it matter whether on the shores of the lake of Galilee on
a late afternoon nearly two thousand years ago he gave one meal
to five thousand persons by feeding them with a few loaves and
fishes, when I know that all the world over, every day, every
night, this very night, he is feeding countless millions of the
poor, the opprest and the broken-hearted, making them forget
their hunger and thirst and all the sufferings of their earthly
existence in the bread of the Spirit that is the bread of
life?--HALL CAINE, _Christian Commonwealth_.
(2032)
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Some wealthy Africans, with whom Kruger was traveling in the
desert, found the food-hampers gone astray. “You are a great
believer in miracles, Oom Paul,” said one of them. “Why can’t
you arrange for heaven to send me victuals by the crows, as they
were sent by the ravens to Elijah.” “Because,” said Oom, dryly,
“Elijah was a prophet with a mission; you are a fool with an
appetite.”
(2033)