When the people who had gathered round Jesus heard that Saul, the
terrible weaver, was scouring the desert with a troop of police, they
began to melt away. They feared unpleasant consequences. They fully
recognised the right, but most of them were disinclined to suffer
persecution for that right. They must return to their domestic duties,
to their families, industries, and commerce, and, so far as was
possible, live according to the Master's teaching. They left Him
because it seemed to them that His cause was falling. In the end there
were just a few faithful ones who stayed with Him, and even some of
them were in hopes that He would reveal the power of the Messiah. But
they all urged Him to repair to some other neighbourhood. Jesus was
not afraid of having to render an account of Himself to His adversaries
in Jerusalem, but the time had not yet come, the work was not yet
finished. He knew that He could never retrace His steps, for the more
incontestable His justification was, the more dangerous it would seem
to them. With His now dwindled troop of followers He left the desert
to revisit once again His native Galilee.
But here His opponents were no better than before; houses were closed
as He approached, the people got out of His way when He began to speak.
Only Mary, with all a mother's simple faith, said; "Ah, you have come
at last, my son! Now stay, with me!"
There was, however, no place for Him in the house. A strange
apprentice from Jericho was established in the workshop. He worked at
the wood with the hatchet and saw that Jesus had once handled; sat by
the hearth and at the table where Jesus had once sat; slept in the bed
on which Jesus had once reposed. But it did not seem that he enjoyed
the same pleasant dreams for he groaned and tossed about, and when he
awakened was ill-pleased at having to continue the same work which he
had ill-humouredly laid aside the evening before. How often did Mary
look at him in silence, and think of the difference between him and her
Jesus. And she saw how the man carelessly ate his meals, and went to
his bed each day, while her son was perhaps perishing in a strange
land, and had no stone whereon to lay His head.
And now Jesus was once again with her. "Mother," He said to Mary,
"don't speak impatiently to Aaron. He is poor, discontented, and
sullen; he has found little kindness in men and without exactly knowing
it, thirsts for kindness. When you would bring Me water in the morning
to wash with, take it to him. When you would prepare dinner for Me,
prepare it for him. When you would bless Me in the evening, bless him.
Love may perhaps do what words cannot. Everything that you think to do
for Me in My absence, do for him."
"And you--you will have nothing more from me?"
"Mother, I want everything from you. I am always with you. You can be
good to Me in showing kindness to every poor creature. I must lead men
by stern measures, be you gentle. I must burn the ulcers from out the
dead flesh, you shall heal the wounds. I must be the salt, be you the
oil."
How happy she was when He spoke to her like that. For that was her
life--to be kind, to help, wherever she could. And here was her son
consecrating such deeds of kindness till they became a covenant between
her and Him, a bond of memory for mother and child when parted from
each other. Now that He had appealed to her love, she did not feel so
lonely; she felt once more at one with Him, and had a sort of
presentiment that in future times her bleeding mother's heart would be
satisfied beyond measure.
Once again Jesus went through His native land to see if the seed of His
teaching had sprung up anywhere. But the earth was barren. He was not
so much troubled by the passionate enmity with which many regarded Him,
or the angry murmurings against Him and His word, as by indolence of
mind, by obstinate, stupid adherence to commonplace inanities, by
entire lack of perception, by indifference towards spiritual life. At
first the novelty and strangeness of His appearance had compelled
attention, but that was over. Whether the Prophet was old or new, it
was all one to them. One was just like another, they declared, and
they remained indifferent. "The hot and the cold," Jesus exclaimed one
day, "I can accept, but those who are lukewarm I cast from Me. Had I
preached in heathen lands, or in the ruined seaports of Tyre and Sidon,
they would have repented in sackcloth and ashes. Had I taught in Sodom
and Gomorrah, those towns would still be standing. But these places
here in Galilee are sunk in a quagmire of shame; they scorn their
Prophet. When the day of reckoning comes, it will go worse with this
land than with those towns. My poor Bethsaida, and thou, fair Magdala!
And thou, Capernaum the beautiful! How I loved you, My people, how
highly did I honour you; I desired to lift you to Heaven. And now you
sink in the abyss. Pray to him, your Mammon, in the days of your need;
there will be no other consolation for you. Carouse, laugh, and be
cruel to-day; to-morrow you will be hungry and you will groan: Ah, we
have delayed too long! Believe me a day will come when you fain would
justify your lives to Me, crying: 'Lord, we would willingly have given
you food, drink, and lodging, but you did not come to us.' But I did
come to you. I came in the starving, the thirsty, the homeless, only
you would not recognise Me. I will not accuse you to the Heavenly
Father, but Moses, whose commandments you have broken, will accuse you.
And when you appeal to the Father, He will say: 'I know you not.'"
The disciples trembled and were terrified in mind and soul when He
spoke those angry words. But they were not surprised, for the people
had sunken very low.
He woke His comrades in one of the next nights and said: "Get up and
let the others sleep; they will not go with us, our way is too hard.
Enemies will be on us. Whoever of you fears, let him lie down again."
Many did lie down again, and those who went with the Master numbered
twelve.
They wandered over the heights of Cana, over the mountains of Gischala
till close on midnight, and then again till sundown. The disciples
knew not whither they were going; it was enough that they were with
Him. On the way they found many of the same mind, and also some who
invited the Master to their houses for a jest, in order to be able to
say: I am acquainted with Him. Men of good position were among those
who listened to His words with the greatest attention, and then haggled
with Him to see if the Kingdom of Heaven could not be had at a cheaper
price than the world. He always answered: "What use is the world to
you if you have no soul! Herein alone is the secret of salvation; a
man must find his soul and preserve it, and raise it to the Father."
Or, as He put it differently: "God is to be found in the spirit!"
And when the stranger audience asked what "in the spirit" meant, the
apostles explained: "He means spiritual life. He would not have man
live his life merely in the flesh; man's real self. He teaches, is a
spiritual reality, and the more a man works spiritually and lives in
ideas which are not of the earth, the nearer he comes to God, who is
wholly spirit."
"Then," said they, "men learned in the law are nearer to God than the
workers in the field." To which John replied: "A man learned in the
law who depends only on the letter is far from the spirit. The
labourer who does not draw a profit from the land but thinks and
imagines how to improve it, is near the spirit."
On the road between Caedasa and Tyre is a farm. When its owner heard
that the Prophet was in the neighbourhood, he sent out people to find
Him and invite Him to go to the farm where He would be safe from the
snares of the Pharisees. But the owner was himself a Pharisee and he
intended to examine Jesus, perhaps to tempt Him to betray Himself and
then deliver Him over to the government. Jesus told the messenger that
He would gladly accept the hospitality if He might bring his companions
with Him. That was not in the Pharisee's plan, first, because of the
quantity of food and drink so many persons would need; and second,
because under such protection it would be difficult to lay hands on the
demagogue. But in order to get the one, there was nothing for it but
to include the others. They were respectfully received and
entertained. The host testified to his joy at entertaining under his
roof the "Saviour of Judaea," and was delighted with the Master's
principles. He gave a great banquet in His honour with the choicest
viands and costliest drinks to which the disciples, who were somewhat
hungry and thirsty, heartily did justice, while the Master, who never
spoiled a glad hour, cheerfully did the same. When tongues were
loosened, the host wanted straightway to begin with artful allusions
and questions, but his guest was a match for him.
Jesus had observed that, while they were feeding so luxuriously in the
hall, needy folk were harshly turned away in the courtyard, to slink
off hungry and embittered. So He suddenly said that good stories
suited good wine, and He would tell one. "That is delightful!"
exclaimed the host. And Jesus related the following:
"There was once a rich man who wore the most costly garments, and
enjoyed the most luxurious food and drink, and lived in complete
contentment. One day there came to his door a sick, half-starved man,
who begged for a few of the crumbs that fell from the table. The proud
man was wrathful that the miserable wretch should dare to disturb his
pleasure, and let loose his hounds. But instead of worrying the man,
the dogs licked his ulcers, and he crawled ashamed into a hole. On the
very day on which the wretched creature died, death came also to the
rich man, casting his well-fed body into the grave and his soul into
hell. And there his wretched soul endured most horrible torture,
gnawing hunger and parching thirst, and the pain was increased when the
dead man looked into Paradise and saw there the man he had sent away
despised from his door sitting by Abraham. He saw how ripe fruits grew
there, and clear springs gushed forth. Then he called up, 'Father
Abraham. I implore you, tell the man sitting by you to dip his
finger-tips into the water and cool my tongue, for I suffer unbearable
torture.' To which Abraham answered, 'No, my son, that cannot be. You
received all that was good on earth and forgot the poor, now he forgets
you. There is no longer any connection between him and you.' Then the
man in hell whimpered, 'Woe! woe! woe! Let my five brothers who still
dwell on earth know that they must be merciful to the poor, so that
they may not be in my case. And Abraham said: 'They have the prophets
on earth who tell them that every day.' Then the man whined: 'Oh,
Father Abraham, they do not listen to the prophets. If only you would
make one of the dead live again, that he might tell them how the
unmerciful are punished, then they would believe. And Abraham: 'If
they do not believe the living, how should they believe the dead?"
During the Master's recital, the host several times stretched forth his
hand to his glass, but each time drew it back again. He had not a word
to say, and the desire to lay snares for the Prophet had gone. He
stole unnoticed from the hall, went down to his steward, and ordered
him henceforth never to send a needy man from the door unrefreshed.
One of his friends who was at the banquet was immensely pleased that
this betrayer of the people should have so exposed himself. "You
understood? The story was nothing but an attack on the possessors of
property."
"Let that be," said the host, and turned away. Then he went and
furnished the Prophet and His little band with provisions, gave Him
directions for His journey, and pointed out how He could best avoid
pursuers. He looked after them for a long time. "They have prophets
on earth and do not heed them." He would like to accompany this
prophet. His little soul had been caught by Him he had wished to catch.
Things did not go so well with our fugitive in other places. An evil
slander about the Baptist was spread abroad--that he was a glutton and
a wine-bibber! Jesus heard of it, and said: "John the Baptist fasted.
They said of him that he was possessed by a demon. It is neither
eating nor fasting that they object to in the prophets; it is the truth
which they speak."
Then they came to villages and farms where they wished to rest, but
none would give them shelter. This angered the Master. The dust on
the ground was not worthy to remain sticking to the feet of those who
came to bring the Kingdom of God. The heartless would be thrust aside!
But anger was turned into pitiful love. When a contrite man approached
Him He raised him up with both arms, encouraged him, taught him to be
kind, showed him the joy of life, and how to penetrate the sacred
recesses of his own being--self-examination.
Self-examination! That is the everlasting guide Jesus gave to all who
sought God.