CHAPTER XIII.

_Teacher and Pupil._

Wonderful is the love of teacher and pupil! There is no blood

relationship to fuse that love. No selfishness enters into it. There

is only the common interest of the spirit upon which it feeds and

grows. It is, therefore, a love of the purest type.

Such a love was that of Jeremiah and his pupil, Baruch. Just as the

friendship between Josiah and Jeremiah was lasting, because as boys

they passed through the same danger at the time of the death of

Josiah's father, and just as the friendship between David and Jonathan

before them was knit closely together at the time when David was in

flight before the anger of King Saul, so Jeremiah and Baruch were

closely bound together in friendship and love from the very first

night that they spent outside of Anathoth together, when the pupil

saved his teacher's life from the conspiracy of his relatives.

Who knows what would have happened to the despondent, disgraced,

heart-broken old man that day had not Baruch warned him of the fate

that awaited him in his home town!

Yes! At fifty Jeremiah was an old man. His beard was gray, his hair

white, his shoulders prematurely bent. Deep wrinkles, lines of care

and woe, were furrowed in his face. Only at times, when he delivered

his fiery addresses to the people or when he courageously faced an

enemy like Pashhur, would he straighten up to his full height and show

a semblance of his gaunt form and strong physique.

Teacher and pupil passed many days and nights together in the

foothills, undecided on the next step for Jeremiah to take. Just then

he dared go neither to Anathoth nor to Jerusalem--and Baruch would not

leave him.

Fortunately, for both of them, old Ebed-melech, who had followed

Jeremiah from the pillory to Pashhur's chamber and from there, at a

distance, when he started for Anathoth, brought them food and drink

late that first night of their hiding, and continued to do so

every night.

For the present Jeremiah had little hope of returning to his task in

Jerusalem. He, therefore, often prayed to God in behalf of his people;

but always the answer came back to him:

"Seest thou not what they do in the cities of Judah and in

the streets of Jerusalem?

Therefore pray not thou for these people,

Neither lift up cry nor prayer for them,

Neither make intercession to me,

For I will not hear thee."

But the effect of prayer is mightier upon the persons who pray than

upon those prayed for. While Jeremiah's prayers could not bring back

the people of Judah to just and righteous lives without effort on

their own part, and while Jeremiah knew well enough that God could not

save these people simply because he prayed for them, yet the very act

of praying brought comfort and consolation to the distracted and

despondent prophet and to his loving pupil who clung to him.

After some days spent in discussing various plans for returning to

Jerusalem, an inspiration came to Jeremiah. He would write out the

addresses he had previously delivered in Judah and Jerusalem and add

such new thoughts as occurred to him, exactly as the Prophet Amos had

done when he was driven out of Bethel to Tekoah!

Many weeks were then spent by Jeremiah in dictating, and by Baruch in

writing down the prophecies. At last, when the scroll was completed

and Baruch looked up into Jeremiah's face, as if to ask "What now?"

Jeremiah took the young man by the shoulders and looking straight into

his eyes, said to him:

"I cannot go into the house of the Lord; therefore, go thou,

and read in the roll, which thou hast written from my mouth,

the words of the Lord in the ears of the people, in the Lord's

house upon the fast-day; and thou also shalt read them in the

ears of all Judah that come out of their cities.

"It may be they will present their supplication, before the

Lord, and will return every one from his evil way; for great

is the anger and the wrath that the Lord hath pronounced

against this people.

"It may be that the house of Judah will hear all the evil

which purpose to do unto them; that they may return every

man from his evil way; that I may forgive their iniquity and

their sin."

This suggestion, or rather command, for the moment stunned Baruch. He

was not prepared to devote his life to the work of God in behalf of

his people, as his master had done. The son and heir of Neriah, Baruch

had a splendid future before him. He was a young man, full of hope

that his country's trouble would end, and full of ambition to become a

great man in Judah's history; but he knew that if he accepted the

mission that the prophet was entrusting to him, he might as well give

up all thought of such a future. The same fate that had overtaken

Jeremiah would probably overtake him, too.

All this Baruch had told Jeremiah with hesitation and a trembling

voice. Jeremiah, both his hands resting on the young man's shoulders,

listened very sympathetically. He knew that the great ambitions of his

pupil could never be realized. The country was doomed to destruction,

unless a great religious and moral revolution should change the

character and the lives of the people.

For a moment Jeremiah looked straight into Baruch's eyes with the

tenderness of a mother. Then, embracing him tightly in his arms, he

pressed him to his heart and said:

"O Baruch! Thou didst say, Woe is me now! for the Lord hath

added sorrow to my pain; I am weary with my groaning--and I

find no rest. Thus shalt thou say unto him, Thus saith the

Lord: 'Behold, that which I have built will I break down

and that which I have planted I will pluck up; and this in

the whole land.'

"'And seekest thou great things for thyself? Seek them not;

for, behold, I will bring evil upon all flesh,' saith the

Lord; 'but thy life will I give unto thee for a prey in all

places whither thou goest.'"

For a long time Baruch's head was buried in Jeremiah's arms. Neither

spoke a word. Finally, when Jeremiah released Baruch from his embrace,

the young man's knees were shaking and he would have dropped to the

ground but for the support of Jeremiah's hands.

Tears streamed down his face. Baruch kissed his master's hands again

and again and cried out that he would go, that he would do Jeremiah's

bidding, which was God's bidding. "And Baruch, the son of Neriah, did

according to all that Jeremiah, the prophet, commanded him," and he

went down to Jerusalem and "read in the book, the words of the Lord,

in the Lord's house."

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