THE BAY OF PUTEOLI
“The massive gates of Circumstance,
Are turned upon the smallest hinge,
And thus some seeming petty chance
Oft gives our life an after tinge.”
One beautiful spring morning, A.D. 61, an Alexandrian ship, flying the
sign of Castor and Pollux, entered the Bay of Puteoli laden with corn for
the granaries of Rome. The mirror‐like surface of the water brilliantly
reflected the rays of the early sun, and duplicated the palaces, gardens,
and palm‐trees which lined the banks. The dark‐green, vine‐clad slopes of
Vesuvius, yet a slumbering giant, towered up from the eastward above the
peaceful towns of Herculaneum and Pompeii, distinguished for their
brilliant color, Greek‐like gayety, and beautiful situation. It was one of
the loveliest of earthly scenes.
The luxurious villas and magnificent palaces of Roman nobles which dotted
the shores, and the romantic islets that lifted themselves out of the blue
sea to the west and southwestward, with the flowering shrubs which pushed
their color and fragrance to the water’s edge, all contributed features to
form an unequalled earthly paradise. Near by were Baiæ, Pandataria, Cumæ,
Pausilypus, and Capreæ, each richly endowed with thrilling classical
events and romantic associations of great interest in the world’s history.
The end of the voyage was at hand, and the passengers gathered upon deck
to enjoy the complex panorama which many of them viewed for the first
time. They represented many different races, tribes and tongues, and
appeared in a picturesque variety of costumes.
Prominent among them was a Roman officer, having in charge a prisoner who
was on his way to Rome for a trial in the imperial court.
The officer, Julius, who wore the insignia of a centurion, had an
intelligent and kindly face, and showed much respect unto his prisoner,
who was a man well along in years, and of marked individuality.
It was Saulus on his journey to the Eternal City upon an appeal for
justice. He was accompanied by Luke and Aristarchus, though they were not
prisoners. He stood upon the forward deck, engaged in converse with the
centurion.
“If official duty will enable thee to use thy discretion, O Julius, I
would make an earnest request for thy favor!”
“Make it known unto me, and if expedient I will be pleased to grant thy
petition.”
“Behold yonder house where the gardens reach the water’s edge! It is but
little more than a stadium from the landing, and is the home of Marcius, a
Roman, and his wife, who is my sister. I fain would tarry there for a few
days before setting out for Rome.”
“How knowest thou that it is the house of Marcius, never having sojourned
here aforetime?”
“I am fully persuaded of it through letters which came to me giving a full
description.”
“I have power to grant thy request, and it shall be as thou dost desire.”
When all had landed, Julius found upon inquiry that the house which had
been pointed out was as had been represented, and with a soldier for a
guard, Saulus and his friends were permitted to make the desired visit.
The home of Marcius occupied one of the most beautiful sites upon the
shores of the heavenly bay. The water, transparent in its blueness,
embraced by a lovely sky and an emerald shore, was so serene that it
seemed to be reposing in a dream of bliss. The air was heavy with the
odors of flowering plants and shrubs, and a subtle and fascinating spell
was wont to steal over the senses of the observer. Nature was the Charmer.
The dark, tangled crags to the southwest seemed like lazy yet faithful
sentinels who were watching lest the prodigal enchantment might escape, or
that its voluptuousness might tempt the sea to swallow it up. What a
fairy‐land to stir the fancies of the heart, and light a smile of rapture
upon the face of him whose soul is attuned to a beauty that is not only
upon the surface, but within!
The three friends, who were entirely unlooked for, received a most cordial
welcome from Marcius and Rebecca, and their home was a veritable haven of
rest after a long and troublesome voyage. Many years had passed since
Saulus and Rebecca last met, but the ardor of their early affection, if
possible, seemed yet increased. Saulus for the first time saw his niece
Helena, the daughter of Marcius and Rebecca, who was now in the bloom of
her youthful beauty.
After a day of hospitable entertainment and intercourse in the unity and
spirit of the New Faith, the little group, as the sun declined, was seated
upon the front porch which overlooked the lovely expanse of the waters of
Puteoli. The air was delicious, and a purple haze enveloped the
surrounding slopes and heights, softening their outlines, and forming a
mystical and idealistic setting for the splendid summer‐houses which
dotted the shore and highlands far and near. Upon the bay, which reflected
upon its bosom the splendor of the closing day, here and there might be
seen the sail of some belated fisherman or pleasure boat, almost becalmed,
or perchance lazily rowing toward the port.
Saulus, after gazing meditatively upon the scene for a little time, broke
the silence.
“In all my journeyings I have beheld no scene so glorious!”
“Yea,” said Marcius, “we count it as heavenly as any place on earth well
can be. Nearly a score of years have taken their flight since we came here
from the banks of the Cydnus, and yet whenever I return from my journeys
in other climes it always gives me fresh delight.”
“Tell me somewhat of thy journeys, and of thy success in spreading the New
Faith,” said Saulus.
“Behold I have little to make mention of in comparison with the great work
which thou hast accomplished! Not being a public teacher and preacher, my
efforts have had little observation, yet after my own manner I feel that
my work hath not been in vain.”
“I am minded that thou hast devoted most of thy wealth to the spread of
the new gospel,” said Saulus, “and assuredly in that direction thou hast
done most effectual service. I would that thou briefly recount to my
brethren, Luke and Aristarchus, somewhat of thy sacrifices and labors for
their encouragement.”
“My sacrifices have been light compared with those which each of you has
made, yet I have tried to be faithful. To this day no persecution hath
been meted out to me, but I yet may feel the displeasure of Nero. No one
can tell. Claudius was content with my simple deposition from office in
Tarsus, and since that day I have lived undisturbed as a Roman private
citizen.”
But Saulus desired to hear further.
“I have learned through letters from the hand of Rebecca that thou hast
sent trusted disciples to the ends of the earth, and that thine own
journeyings have reached to Britain, Spain, and Africa.”
“It hath been my privilege to send a few laborers into the vineyard, and
furnish them with the means of support. In my visits to these lands I have
seen somewhat of the fruits of their labors, and letters lately received
give me hope of their growing success.”
“Behold there is a diversity of gifts and members in the new kingdom!”
said Luke; “and I perceive that thou, O Marcius! hast done a great work
that hath not been chronicled by the churches or known to the saints at
Jerusalem. The world is a great field, and there are divers ways of
scattering the good seed of the Word.”
“While thou art with us, O brother Saulus! I would that thou interpret
more fully the life and doctrine of the great Prophet of Nazareth!” said
Marcius. “The disciples with whom I have had converse appear to think
differently, in some degree, concerning the best way of salvation and the
true ideal of the New Faith.”
“Wherein lieth the difference?”
“Some seem to teach that the new life is likeness in mind and spirit to
Jesus, or an incarnation of the inner Christly quality, while others hold
that it is a purchase which was made by his sufferings and death. They say
that his blood, though greater than other Jewish sacrifices, in the same
manner cleanseth from transgression and bestoweth pardon.”
“I have observed that some such differences are beginning to appear among
believers, but am fully persuaded that the Spirit will not be swallowed up
by the letter. A knowledge of Jesus, the Christ, after the flesh,
profiteth nothing. If I have known him after the flesh, I would know him
no more.”
“What is the significance of the shedding of blood?”
“Blood signifieth the inner quality or life, and not the suffering and
death. Behold the literal blood availeth naught! Jesus was only the
outward manifestation of the Christ, because the Saviour of men is not
flesh, but spirit.”
“What doth belief in the _name_ of Christ signify?”
“It is that Christ, or the mind of Christ, liveth in us as it lived in
Jesus, though not so fully manifested. Faith in Christ is not mere belief
in the death and resurrection of the Prophet of Nazareth, but it is the
substance of spiritual life in man. Jesus belonged to a particular time
and place, while the Christ is the divine son in all men, even though not
yet born into activity. It is God in the soul of man!”
“A saving truth! and how near, for it is an experience of the heart,” said
Rebecca.
“Yea; the Christ is in every man, and not far away in time or distance. He
is the name of divine oneness in the children of men, whether in the seed,
the blade, or the full corn in the ear. Ordinances and sacraments are
without, but Christ, the Truth, is within. A fleshly and sacrificial
belief manifesteth itself in form and ceremony, and bringeth forth a
harvest of dead works which killeth the spirit.”
“I feel the truth of what thou sayest, for it is easy of comprehension!”
said Marcius with earnestness.
“Yea; no man need err therein. Christ is not a dead Christ, but the
living, ever‐present son or image waiting for birth and articulation in
every human soul. Behold the whole creation groaneth together in bringing
forth the sons of God!”
“Didst thou not in thine early teaching dwell much upon the seen Jesus and
his sacrificial death?”
“Yea, thou judgest rightly; but now I see more plainly that that which is
born of the flesh is flesh, and that which is born of the Spirit is
spirit. I have learned that the worship of the Father pertaineth not to
time, place, nor race, but must be in spirit and in truth. Behold all men,
whether Jews or Gentiles, bond or free, are blindly feeling after God, but
through ignorance they make many vain searches! But full contentment can
never come to any soul until it knoweth the Father and his kingdom
within.”
“Of the reputed sayings of the Nazarene, some appear to come from a son of
man, and others from a son of God. Canst thou make that plain to us?”
“Man hath within him both the human and divine nature, and Jesus being
fully manifested in the God‐consciousness, and recognizing his oneness
with the Father, at divers times spoke as God in the flesh, and also upon
other occasions as a son of man. Behold God, though not flesh, dwelleth in
all flesh, but man knoweth it not, and thinketh of him as far away.”
Early the next morning Serenus and Amabel also arrived at the house of
Marcius. They came for a brief sojourn before taking ship for Alexandria,
now their home, being on their return from a short visit to Rome.