THERE are no words, or aggregations of words, marshalled into splendid array by the king of writers, written and rewritten a thousand times to polish, beautify, and bring forth their fullest meaning, which can completely describe the love, worth, and greatness of that man who walked, talked, and wrought by the beautiful waters of historic Galilee.
The prophets had vied with one another in endeavoring to describe him who was to come, but so poorly did they portray his real nature that, largely, the people failed to see in him who wrought so wondrously, the Christ for whom they had been looking, longing, and waiting. "He came unto his own, and his own received him not," simply because they were looking for one to fulfil their ideal, that ideal being carnal in its make up; whereas Christ Jesus in every part of his blessed career conformed wholly to spiritual thought, the only real life.
The stupendous fact referred to in the Scripture passage just quoted is in force to-day, among millions on millions, even as it was in the early Christian era. The star of divine revelation was seen by only a few worthies, who, though they were doubtless good men, scarcely comprehended its import. The number of wise men who sought the benign presence of the young child at Bethlehem could be counted on the fingers of one hand. The footsteps of Truth in the humble home of Joseph and Mary caused the fond and observing mother to ponder these things in her heart.
