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Preface
After I let it be known a few years ago that I was writing a book on John, I was
often asked how my commentary is coming on. To avoid disappointment or
confusion, I should make it clear up-front: this is not a commentary on John!
It is rather an attempt to put into dialogue various readers of John, ancient and
modern—Fathers, especially from the second and third centuries but also later
figures, and modern scriptural scholars, theologians, and philosophers—with,
ultimately, a theological goal: that of understanding what is meant by Incar-
nation and how it relates to the Passion, how this is conceived of as revelation,
and how we speak of it, that is, the relationship between scriptural exegesis and
theological discourse.
The genesis of this volume lies primarily in the work in which I have been
engaged over the past decades on the Fathers of the first centuries, especially
Irenaeus and Origen. Having made my way in a series of publications through
to the controversies of the sixth century, I realized that to go further meant
returning backwards, to reconsider Origen’s On First Principles. During the
preparation of a new edition of that work, I was also asked to write a new
volume on Irenaeus, taking me back even earlier. This immersion in the
literature of early Christianity persuaded me that they were not reading
John, and especially the Prologue to his Gospel, in the way that we often
presume today. That is, they did not read the Prologue as a narrative of a ‘pre-
Incarnate Word’ (a phrase I have yet to encounter in the Fathers) who
subsequently becomes incarnate by being born in the world to return later
on through the Passion to the Father, such that ‘Incarnation’ is ‘an episode in
the biography of the Word’, as Rowan Williams (negatively) characterized it.
Indeed, so much is this not the case, that the classic work devoted to the topic,
On the Incarnation by Athanasius, speaks of creation as having been effected
by ‘our Lord Jesus Christ’ and barely even mentions the birth of Jesus!
Persuaded that something more is going on, I began reading through
modern scriptural scholarship on John, and found that, even while such a
picture is often presumed, fresh avenues of reflection have opened up in recent
decades, especially with the work of John Ashton and those whom he has
inspired, seeing the Gospel of John in terms of the apocalyptic literature of
the late first century. At the same time, Russ Hittinger recommended that
I read I Am the Truth by Michel Henry; fascinated by this work, I found
myself going even further back, this time to my initial studies in continental
philosophy, to retrace the path that led to Henry and his work. It is these
threads that are brought together in this present volume. Its central argument
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is that Incarnation should be understood not as a past event, but as the ongoing
embodiment of God in those who follow Christ.
The work begins with various methodological considerations in the Intro-
duction, in particular Quentin Skinner’s caution regarding the ‘mythology of
doctrines’ and Hans-Georg Gadamer’s notion of the ‘effective-history’ always
at work in the process of understanding. It also considers briefly ways in which
early Fathers understood the identity of Jesus as the Word of God other than
as ‘an episode in a biography’, the notion of ‘pre-existence’ and ‘incarnation’ as
analysed by Hebert McCabe, and concludes with a section on the readers we
have invited to this theological symposium. Part I is devoted to the question of
the identity of John and the particular character of his Gospel. It begins in
Chapter 1, building upon the work of Richard Bauckham and Charles Hill, by
considering the identity of John, as he is remembered in the second century,
especially by those who trace their lineage to him. Of particular interest here is
that they look back to him not only as the author of the Gospel (and the
Apocalypse), but as the one whose observance of Pascha, Easter, they claim to
follow, and indeed it seems that initially they were the only ones to keep this
feast. Chapter 2 picks up Ashton’s suggestion that the Gospel should be
understood as ‘an apocalypse—in reverse, upside down, inside out’ in the
light of more recent work on the subject of apocalyptic literature and apoc-
alypticism (‘the mother of all Christian theology’, as Ernst Käsemann put it),
the relationship between the Apocalypse attributed to John and the Gospel,
the particular character of his Gospel as a ‘paschal gospel’, and what is entailed
by all this for the discipline of reading Scripture as Scripture. Part II turns to the
Gospel of John, considering it under two different facets of embodiment that
are ‘finished’ at the cross: the Temple and the living human being, the Son of
Man, this last category being one of the more significant places (alongside the
treatment of John 6) where insights from Irenaeus and others are brought to
bear upon the texts from John. The final chapter of Part II suggests that if the
Gospel can be considered as a paschal gospel, the Prologue is best understood
as a ‘paschal hymn’, and offers a way of reading this text very different to those
usually given today, despite all their variety. Part III explores Michel Henry’s
reading of John, bringing the work so far developed into dialogue with his own
phenomenological reading, giving further clarity to the life that the Word offers
and the flesh that the Word becomes and in turn clarifying some aspects of
Henry’s phenomenological presentation of Christianity. The Conclusion draws
our findings together and offers some suggestions regarding the nature and
task of theology. The three parts of this work are thus each engaged with a
different body of scholarship—respectively: historical investigation, scriptural
exegesis, and philosophical reflection—though there is of course overlap,
especially between the first two parts. These three different disciplines are
brought together with, ultimately, a constructive theological purpose. As
such, this work is understood as itself a prologue to theology.
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It should be noted that I use the terms the ‘Passion’ and ‘Pascha’ (‘Easter’) to
refer to the singular event embracing the Crucifixion, Resurrection, Ascension,
and Pentecost. I do this for two reasons. First, because this is, as we will see,
how the writers of the early centuries speak, and continue to do so even when,
from the fourth century onwards, this singular feast of Pascha is refracted, as it
were, into a spectrum of particular feasts. The ‘Passion’ does not refer, at least
for these writers, to the suffering in Gesthsemane and on the cross in distinc-
tion to the resurrection and the joy it brings: the cross is the sign of victory, the
means of life, and the source of joy. The second reason is that even when
refracted into different commemorations, the crucifixion and resurrection still
hold together in the unity of the single event; they are, indeed, aspects of it.
This is particularly important in regard to the question of that most notable
theme coming from the Gospel of John, the Incarnation. It was many centuries
before a feast of the nativity was added to the liturgical calendar, and when it
is, it is celebrated as seen through the prism of the Passion, as an aspect of
Pascha. Skinner’s caution regarding the mythology of doctrines holds with
regard to liturgy as well: now that we have a full cycle of liturgical celebrations
from the Annunciation to Pentecost (and before and after this, for the Marian
feasts), it is very hard to think otherwise than in terms of a series of discrete
events leading from conception and birth (this being taken as the moment of
‘Incarnation’) to death and resurrection. Yet, as scriptural scholars have long
pointed out, the Gospels are told from the perspective of the end. Likewise, the
liturgical year opens out from Pascha, the first feast to be celebrated (in
particular, if not uniquely, by those following John), extending both back-
wards and forwards. Pascha, both historically and theologically, this work
argues, is the starting point and register in which to hear the Gospel of John
and also its Prologue. It is only more recently that the Prologue has come to be
read as the Christmas reading, reinforcing the idea that ‘Incarnation’ can be
separated from the Passion: in the Western tradition, from around the thir-
teenth century, it was the reading, the ‘second gospel’, that concluded the
celebration of the Mass, the Word becoming flesh in the bread of the euchar-
istic celebration and in the communicant; in the Eastern tradition (in which
I stand), it is the Paschal reading, read at the midnight liturgy, the transition
from darkness to light—a Paschal hymn and a prologue to theology.
This work has been many years in preparation, and so there are a great
many people to thank. The seed for the ideas were developed in a seminar
I gave at St Vladimir’s Seminary on the Paschal Christ; the questions asked by
the students and the ensuing discussion were instrumental in helping shape
the work in its initial stages. As the work developed, I benefitted considerably
from many colleagues, especially: Bishop Suriel, Conor Cunningham, Crina
Gschwandtner, Philip Kariatlis, Andrew Louth, George Parsenios, Paul Saieg,
and Richard Schneider. I had the opportunity to present a key part of my work
as my inaugural lecture as the Metropolitan Kallistos (Ware) Chair of
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Orthodox Theology at the Vrije Universiteit in Amsterdam, and I thank my
colleagues there for the honour of appointing me to this Chair and for the
feedback they gave me during a wonderful seminar. I also had the opportunity
to present the work as a whole to members of the University of Divinity in
Sydney and, in Moscow, to members of the Saints Cyril and Methodius
Postgraduate School and the St Philaret’s Institute, and to the Community
of the Servants of the Will of God in Crawley Down, and benefitted consid-
erably from the wide-ranging discussions these opportunities generated. No
work of this scale, of course, could be completed without the support of
librarians; I thank Eleana Silk for all the materials that she tracked down
for me. My gratitude is also owed to Tom Perridge, at Oxford University
Press, for his encouragement regarding this work over the past years, and to
all those at the Press who have helped see this work into print. This work,
furthermore, has benefitted immensely from the various readers’ reports:
their input, especially when the work was still in process, was vital in helping
focus and sharpen the arguments developed therein. Lastly, this book is
dedicated to two colleagues, in different capacities, and friends—John Barnet
and Leon Lysaght—without whose support and encouragement over the past
years this work would never have been written.
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Contents
xii Contents
Bibliography 333
Index of Ancient Sources 369
Index of Authors 384
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List of Abbreviations
Abbreviations for classical and Patristic texts are those found in the following:
The SBL Handbook of Style for Ancient Near Eastern, Biblical and Early Christian
Studies, ed. P. H. Alexander et al. (Peabody, MA: Hendrickson, 1999).
For texts not listed in this handbook, the following have been used:
H. G. Liddell and R. Scott, A Greek-English Lexicon, rev. H. S. Jones with
R. McKenzie, 9th edn, with revised supplement (Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1996).
G. W. Lampe, A Patristic Greek Lexicon (Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1961).
Scriptural references have been given according to the LXX; this principally affects the
numeration of the Psalms and the naming of 1 and 2 Samuel and 1 and 2 Kings as 1–4
Kingdoms.
List of Abbreviations xv
RevistB Revista bíblica
RSR Recherches des science religieuse
SBL Society of Biblical Literature
SBLMS Society of Biblical Literature Monograph Series
SBLSP Society of Biblical Literature Seminar Papers
SBLDS Society of Biblical Literature Dissertation Series
SC Sources chrétiennes
SJLA Studies in Judaism in Late Antiquity
SJT Scottish Journal of Theology
SNTSMS Society for New Testament Studies Monograph Series
SPCK Society for the Promotion of Christian Knowledge
STI Studies in Theological Interpretation
SupNovT Supplements to Novum Testamentum
SupVC Supplements to Vigiliae Christianae
SVTQ St Vladimir’s Theological Quarterly
TDNT Theological Dictionary of the New Testament. Ed. G. Kittel and
G. Friedrich; ET G. W. Bromiley, 10 vols. (Grand Rapids, MI: Eerdmans,
1964–76)
TU Texte und Untersuchungen
VC Vigiliae Christianae
WGRW Writings from the Greco-Roman World
WMANT Wissenschaftliche Monographien zum Alten and Neuen Testament
WTJ Westminster Theological Journal
WUNT Wissenschaftliche Untersuchungen zum Neuen Testament
ZAC Zeitschrift für Antikes Christentum
ZKT Zeitschrift für katholische Theologie
ZNW Zeitschrift für die neutestamentliche Wissenschaft und die Kunde der
älteren Kirche
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Introduction
The Gospel of John and Christian Theology
¹ Ernst Käsemann, The Testament of Jesus: A Study of the Gospel in the Light of Chapter 17,
trans. Gerhard Krodel (Philadelphia: Fortress, 1968 [German 1966]), 9 (‘schreitend’, translated
by Krodel, as ‘going about’). In an earlier article Käsemann had spoken of Christ, in John, as
‘walking’ (wandelnd): ‘Aufbau und Anliegen des johanneischen Prolog’, in Walter Matthias and
Ernest Wolf, eds, Libertas Christiana: Friedrich Delekat zum 65. Geburtstag, Beiträge zur
evangelischen Theologie 26 (Munich: Kaiser, 1957), 75–99.
² Käsemann, Testament, 7, 26.
³ Luke Timothy Johnson, The Real Jesus: The Misguided Quest for the Historical Jesus and the
Truth of the Traditional Gospels (San Francisco: Harper Collins, 1997), 156.
⁴ Adolf von Harnack, Lehrbuch der Dogmengeschichte, 4th edn (Darmstadt: Wissenschaf-
tliche Buchgesellschaft, 1964 [Tübingen 1909]), 1.108 (Prolegomena, §5, Zusatz 4).
⁵ Bart D. Ehrman, How Jesus Became God: The Exaltation of a Jewish Preacher from Galilee
(San Francisco: HarperCollins, 2014), 270–1.
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⁶ The literature just from recent decades is immense. For a comprehensive and compelling
presentation, and references to an abundance of secondary literature, see Larry Hurtado, Lord
Jesus Christ: Devotion to Jesus in Earliest Christianity (Grand Rapids, MI: Eerdmans, 2003) and
Larry Hurtado, Ancient Jewish Monotheism and Early Christian Jesus-Devotion: The Context and
Character of Christological Faith, Library of Early Christianity (Waco, TX: Baylor University
Press, 2017); and Richard Bauckham, Jesus and the God of Israel: God Crucified and Other Studies
on the New Testament’s Christology of Divine Identity (Grand Rapids, MI: Eerdmans, 2008).
⁷ Rowan Williams, Arius: Heresy and Tradition, 2nd edn (London: SCM Press, 2001 [1987]),
244; the context of this phrase is negative, for reasons we will consider in the second section of
this chapter.
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⁸ The words are those of Tom Thatcher, quoted by John Ashton in, ‘Second Thoughts on the
Fourth Gospel’, in Tom Thatcher, ed., What We Have Heard from the Beginning: The Past, Present,
and Future of Johannine Scholarship (Waco TX: Baylor University Press, 2007), 1–18, at 1.
⁹ John Ashton, Understanding the Fourth Gospel (Oxford: Oxford University Press, 1991).
¹⁰ John Ashton, Understanding the Fourth Gospel, new edn. (Oxford: Oxford University Press,
2007), 328–9. Hereafter I will be referring to this edition.
¹¹ John Ashton, The Gospel of John and Christian Origins (Fortress, 2014), 201.
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METHODOLOGY AN D MYTHOLOGY
¹² Quentin Skinner, ‘Meaning and Understanding in the History of Ideas’, History and Theory
8 (1969), 3–53; reprinted in a much abbreviated and extensively revised version in Quentin
Skinner, Visions of Politics, vol. 1, Regarding Method (Cambridge: Cambridge University Press,
2002), 57–89; it is to this latter version that I will refer.
¹³ Skinner, ‘Meaning’, 59. ¹⁴ Ibid. 58. ¹⁵ Ibid. 59, italics original.
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²² This is more fully developed in chapters 5 and 6 of Regarding Method, ‘Motives, Intentions
and Interpretation’ and ‘Interpretation and the Understanding of Speech Acts’ respectively,
which also revise and expand earlier essays.
²³ Skinner, ‘Meaning’, 79. ²⁴ Cf. Ibid. 82. ²⁵ Ibid. ²⁶ Ibid. 86.
²⁷ Ibid. 89. ²⁸ Ibid.
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²⁹ Elizabeth A. Clark, History, Theory, Text: Historians and the Linguistic Turn (Cambridge
MA: Harvard University Press, 2004), 138–9, and 130–55 more generally, and the references
given there for further discussion.
³⁰ Cf. Quentin Skinner, ‘A Reply to My Critics’, in James Tully, ed., Meaning and Context:
Quentin Skinner and His Critics (Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 1988), 231–88, at
269–72.
³¹ Hans-Georg Gadamer, Wahrheit und Methode: Grundzüge einer philosophischen
Hermeneutik, 6th edn (Tübingen: Mohr Siebeck, 1990); Truth and Method, 2nd rev. edn, with
revised ET Joel Weinsheimer and Donald G. Marshall (London: Continuum, 2004). For a short,
but excellent, study of the importance of Gadamer’s hermeneutics for theology, see Andrew Louth,
Discerning the Mystery: An Essay on the Nature of Theology (Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1983).
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³⁷ Wahrheit und Methode, 312; Truth and Method, 305–6, modified. Weinsheimer and
Marshall have ‘it is simultaneously superseded’. The term ‘Aufhebung’ implies ‘taking up’, a
‘sublation’, as it is regularly translated when used by Hegel, which is clearly in the background for
Gadamer, rather than a making-redundant, as is implied by ‘superseded’. The term ‘fusion of
horizons’ is also a somewhat misleading translation for ‘Horizontverschmelzung’, though is now
the customary translation: ‘fusion’ implies a much more integrated and unified union than does
‘Verschmelzung’, which is more ‘melding together’, always messy and not a total fusion, resulting
in a union that can’t be separated, but not necessarily monolithic or evenly mixed.
³⁸ Truth and Method, 296, italics original. See also Mikhail M. Bakhtin, ‘Response to a
Question from the Novy Mir Editorial Staff, in Bakhtin, Speech Genres and Other Late Essays,
translated by Vern W. McGee (Austin: University of Texas Press, 2013), 1–9, at 4: ‘Works break
through the boundaries of their own time, they live in centuries, that is, in great time and
frequently (with great works, always) their lives there are more intense and fuller than are their
lives within their own time. . . . It seems paradoxical that . . . great works continue to live in the
distant future. In the process of their posthumous life they are enriched with new meanings, new
significance: it is as though these works outgrow what they were in the epoch of their creation’.
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³⁹ J. N. D. Kelly, Early Christian Doctrines, 5th edn (San Francisco: Harper, 1978 [1958]).
⁴⁰ Richard P.C. Hanson, ‘The Achievement of Orthodoxy in the Fourth Century AD’, in
R. Williams, ed., The Making of Orthodoxy: Essays in Honour of Henry Chadwick (Cambridge:
Cambridge University Press, 1989), 142–56, at 156, italics original.
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⁴¹ Richard P. C. Hanson, The Search for the Christian Doctrine of God: The Arian Controversy,
318–381 (Edinburgh: T & T Clark, 1988), 848.
⁴² Ibid. 848–9, italics mine.
⁴³ Cf. James L. Kugel, Traditions of the Bible: A Guide to the Bible as it was at the Start of the
Common Era (Cambridge, MA: Harvard University Press, 1998), 14–19.
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⁴⁵ C. Gent. 1: ὁμολογεῖν Θεοῦ Λόγον καὶ Σωτῆρα εἶναι τοῦ παντὸς τὸν ἐπὶ τοῦ σταυροῦ
ἀναβάντα.
⁴⁶ Cf. Khaled Anatolios, Athanasius: The Coherence of His Thought (London and New York:
Routledge, 1998), 28: the work is ‘first and foremost an apologia crucis’.
⁴⁷ Athanasius, Inc. 1, cf. 1 Cor. 1:22–5.
⁴⁸ Cf. John Behr, Introduction to St Athanasius: On the Incarnation, ed. and trans. John Behr
PPS 44a (Crestwood, NY: St Vladimir’s Seminary Press, 2011), 36–40.
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⁵² Cyril of Alexandria, First Letter to Succensus, 4: εἷς οὖν ἐστιν υἱός, εἷς κύριος, Ἰησοῦς Χριστὸς
καὶ πρὸ τῆς σαρκώσεως καὶ μετὰ τὴν σάρκωσιν.
⁵³ Karl Rahner, The Trinity (Tunbridge Wells: Burns and Oates, 1970 [German edn 1967]),
15–21.
⁵⁴ Cf. Karl-Josef Kuschel, Born Before All Time? The Dispute over Christ’s Origin (New York:
Crossroad, 1992), 25–7.
⁵⁵ Irenaeus of Lyons, haer. 1.9.2.
⁵⁶ Karl Barth, Church Dogmatics 2.2, The Doctrine of God (Edinburgh: T & T Clark, 1957), 96.
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⁵⁷ E. C. Hoskyns, The Fourth Gospel, 2nd rev. edn, ed. F. N. Davey (London: Faber and Faber,
1947), 159–63.
⁵⁸ Hippolytus, Antichr. 4, italics mine. Cf. J. A. Cerrato, Hippolytus between East and West:
The Commentaries and the Provenance of the Corpus, OTM (Oxford: Oxford University Press,
2002), 128–37; John Behr, The Way to Nicaea, Formation of Christian Theology, 1 (Crestwood,
NY: St Vladimir’s Seminary Press, 2001), 141–62.
⁵⁹ Hippolytus, Antichr. 61, . . . ὃν ἀεὶ τίκουσα ἡ ἐκκλησία διδάσκει πάντα τὰ ἔθνη.
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‘PRE-EXISTENCE’ AND ‘ I N C A R N A T I O N’
⁷³ Ibid. 51.
⁷⁴ Cf. John Behr, The Case Against Diodore and Theodore: Texts and Their Contexts, OECT
(Oxford: Oxford University Press, 2011).
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⁷⁵ It is indeed easy to read Origen in this way, as when he says, for instance, that ‘we ought to
share with them [that is, those “established in the Spirit”] the Word who was restored from being
made flesh to what “he was in the beginning with God” ’ (Comm. Jo. 1.43; John 1:2); however, his
point here is that we must advance from seeing Christ simply as a human being to seeing him,
the same one, as the eternal Word of God. Cf. Behr, Way to Nicaea, 163–206, and also the
introduction to John Behr, ed. and trans., Origen: On First Principles, OECT (Oxford: Oxford
University Press, 2017), vol. 1, lxvi–lxxxviii.
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⁷⁶ Origen, Comm. Jo. 32.324–6. ⁷⁷ Origen, Comm. Jo. 1.231, citing Phil. 2:8, 6.
⁷⁸ Acta, sixth session (Mansi, 13.293e).
⁷⁹ For a full exposition of this text, see John Behr, The Nicene Faith, 2 vols Formation of
Christian Theology, 2 (Crestwood, NY: St Vladimir’s Seminary Press, 2004), 2.436–45.
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scriptural passages about two becoming one (Matt. 19:6) as Origen, might suggest that not
only are the ‘Alexandrian’ and ‘Antiochian’ approaches to Christology not so far distinct, as is
now increasing recognized, but even that Theodore is continuing an exegetical tradition begun
by Origen.
⁸⁸ Gregory of Nyssa, Ep. to Peter (= Basil. Ep. 38) 6: ‘the hypostasis is the concurrence of the
particular properties of each [ὑπόστασιν ἀποδεδώκαμεν εἶναι τὴν συνδρομὴν τῶν περὶ ἕκαστον
ἰδιωμάτων] . . . the hypostasis is the individualizing sign of the existence of each [ἡ ὑπόστασις τὸ
ἰδιάζον τῆς ἑκάστου ὑπάρξεως σημεῖόν ἐστι]’.
⁸⁹ Gregory of Nyssa, Antirrheticus (GNO 3.1, p.222.25–9): ἀλλὰ πάντοτε μὲν ὁ Χριστὸς καὶ
πρὸ τῆς οἰκονομίας καὶ μετὰ τοῦτο· ἄνθρωπος δὲ οὔτε πρὸ τούτου οὔτε μετὰ ταῦτα, ἀλλ’ ἐν μόνῳ τῷ
τῆς οἰκονομίας καιρῷ. οὔτε γὰρ πρὸ τῆς παρθένου ὁ ἄνθρωπος οὔτε μετὰ τὴν εἰς οὐρανοὺς ἄνοδον
ἔτι ἡ σὰρξ ἐν τοῖς ἑαυτῆς ἰδιώμασιν.
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There was a rush of people as the crowd gathered about the
senseless, bleeding figure. The motor-man and many willing helpers
lifted the car, while the conductor picked up the injured boy. But he
was scarcely able to find room to lay down the burden. Someone
brought a blanket to put under him on the cold ground. All were
elbowing and pushing and talking, when a burly policeman pushed
his way in.
“Back, back, please!” were his orders. “Whose boy is it?”
“I know, I know,” were the answers. Some gave his name, some
the name of his father, and his business, and others told about the
boy. Some volunteered to run for his father. But while the hurly-burly
of talk was going on, Alex had already run for help, and in a moment
Mr. Rudiger pushed his way into the crowd.
Many stood in silence and watched as Mr. Rudiger carried the
injured and still unconscious boy across the street and stepped in at
the door. The policeman helped him, and soon they were upstairs in
the doctor’s office. The attention of the crowd was then given to the
work of the street-car men as they prepared to get the car back on
the rails, in which they finally succeeded. There was much talk and
speculation. This work was not yet done, when Mr. Rudiger came out
of the street door, together with the policeman and the doctor, and
set out for home, carrying Tim in his arms. The boy had not yet come
to. From all appearances he seemed to be very seriously hurt. The
news went up and down the street that little Tim Rudiger was killed.
All sorts of rumors went about. And it was as tho the sunlight had left
the street, for all were saddened by the misfortune of the blind
cripple boy.
CHAPTER FOUR
Tim’s Christmas
In the days that followed, the shades were drawn low in the
pleasant cottage home that had sheltered little Tim all his days. One
of the dogs, which was inclined to be noisy, and even the parrot,
were taken away. On the sidewalks between the houses, the
neighbors walked on tiptoe. Indeed, all the people round about felt
deeply for the little cripple. On the avenue people stepped in to ask
his papa about him. And from the windows of houses neighboring to
his home many eyes looked out to see how long the doctor stopped
each day.
At first Tim’s mama had been almost overcome. She had come
home on that sad day with several packages of presents. Especially
she had had delivered a very pretty cart with a very good seat, blue
box and red wheels, and plush cushion, a gift for Tim, so that Louise
could take him out riding. And for some days it stood beside his bed.
They did not wait for Christmas, but held it up to him that he might
feel of it.
“You must get well, Tim, so that you can ride in it,” they said. But
he answered nothing. No, Tim would not be able to use it,—no, not
for Christmas at any rate. It was too bad. Everything was done that
money could provide and that love could imagine in order to comfort
and encourage the little sick cripple. Tim had always been pale and
thin. Now he was much more so. His eyes glistened at times, not
with animation but with fever-light. His cheeks were pink too, but it
was not a natural glow. All his pains he bore very patiently.
Already it was getting dark. The lights twinkled along the streets.
In the quiet of the Sunday afternoon Mrs. Rudiger had sat by Tim’s
bedside. She was almost dozing in the stillness. Suddenly there was
a rap. Three sturdy little strangers stood at the door, big-eyed, one of
them carrying a bouquet.
“Does Tim what was hurt live here, ma’am?”
“Why, yes.”
“We bring’d some flowers, ma’am, from the Sunday school. Tim’s
in our class. Yes’m, teacher sent us.” The little fellows waddled in,
very dignified, each cap in hand. For some minutes they stood by the
bed. Not a word was said. Soon they whispered and beckoned. How
it was done no one could tell, but they understood that they were to
leave.
“Please, ma’am, tell Tim we was here. Pale, ain’t he?” said the
biggest, who had carried the flowers and so felt himself leader and
spokesman. It was interesting to watch the three little figures as they
walked along down the street. Serious little men!
One day as Tim opened his eyes from a nap he heard some one
speaking softly with his mother. Over his face there passed a sweet
smile of welcome. It was his teacher. She had called, and had been
talking with his mother for some time.
“Awful glad to see you.” He tried to smile and to reach out his hand
for her to take.
“Yes, Tim,” said she. After a few words he began to ask about the
Sunday School and his class.
“Yes, Tim, they were all there except you. The flowers? Yes, they
wanted to send them to you. Little Henry brought them. He was
always good to you, you know. Bennie and Oscar were with him. The
lesson? Oh, yes. It was about the three Kings. You know there were
three wise men, kings, in the East. They saw a star, and somehow
God told them that they should follow it. They followed it over deserts
and mountains a long way until they came to Jerusalem. There they
went to Herod and asked: ‘Where is He that should be born king of
the Jews?’”
“A star? Way up in the sky?”
“Yes, indeed. And when they found out that Jesus was to be born
in Bethlehem, they set out to go there, and lo, the star went on
before them and brought them right to the place.
“Yes, Tim, that’s why we put stars on Christmas trees. Indeed,
we’ll have a beautiful one on the very tip-top of the tree.”
Tim lay thinking long about this story and about the star after Miss
Merton was gone.
One night Tim seemed very feverish and restless. He tossed about
as far as his soreness and stiffness would allow. He was getting very
sore now from lying in bed so long.
“I’m awful sorry I can’t go to church to the Christmas tree, Papa,”
he said.
“It’s too bad, Tim. You must try to be quiet and sleep now.”
“Christ was born on Christmas night,” said Tim earnestly. “I was to
speak a verse. They won’t have that verse now, will they?”
“Oh, they’ll find some way,” said his papa.
“The tree will be lovely, teacher said. Popcorn—and oranges—and
things that shine—and angels—and stars.”
“And see”—he reached out and felt around. Yes, he found and
held up a pretty angel figure. It was of paper and very light, but too
heavy for Tim. “Angels like this, too.” He laid it down with a sigh.
“Wish I could be there.” A look of wistful sorrow passed over his
face. He whispered almost rather than spoke. His papa, sitting by the
bed, had to lean over in order to hear him.
“But Tim, you couldn’t see it anyway. Why should you be there?”
“Couldn’t see?” The lad moved quickly as he exclaimed, “I ought
to hear them. Why shouldn’t I? Jesus came as a little child. He loved
me. And when He came they put Him in a stable. And when He grew
big, He went out and preached salvation, and they crucified Him. He
died for me. And when I die, I shall go to heaven. Cause I ought to
be there. All the little children should. If I was in church I could show
Jesus how I love Him. He wants me to be glad on Christmas.” Tim
fell back exhausted and was quiet.
The excitement seemed to have been good for the sick boy, for as
he quieted down he fell asleep. Far into the night they sat by his bed,
for the doctor had told them that Tim was very sick. Louise and Alex,
Mama and Papa were there. Tim had mourned that he could not be
in church for Christmas and show Jesus his love and joy. But that
night the doors of a better church and a better home swung open for
him. And with the little thin paper angel lying by him on the bed, the
blind cripple slept away and went to keep holiday in heaven above.
On that night, I think, he could see for the first time, and something
better than a Christmas tree at that.
We might tell more of this story; of how Tim’s class in Sunday
School walked by the coffin for the last time to see his face; of his
sad burial on that cold winter day; of how sympathetic people said
that it was better for the blind cripple to die than to live. We might say
that his mama learned the way to church; that Mr. Rudiger became a
better man; that Alex grew up to be a good boy; that Louise was one
of the most faithful girls in that Sunday School. If we could, we
should also be able to say that Tim had not lived in vain. Let us hope
so.
And why does God so early take away from this world to Himself
little boys and girls? Let us see. The farmer takes from the bin a
handful of kernels. “Fine wheat,” says he, as he blows away part of
the grain so as to take a better look at what is left. It is the lightest
kernels that flee, and as he looks intently upon the few that yet lie in
his palm, he observes that one is plump and fair and another
shriveled. Yet the shriveled kernel might happen to yield the finest
growth and bear the amplest fruit. So perhaps it was with the little
blind cripple of No. 316 Blank Street.
The End.
“Rags”
“Rags” was not present. The boys did not miss him much, to be
sure. Mr. Benson, their good old, gray-haired teacher, had brought
the lad to the Sunday School about six months before, and until
lately he had been present almost every Sunday. But Bob Jerrold
had found not one friend among the members of his class.
He had gotten his nickname at the district school. The first time he
came he had been dressed in queer old clothes, mostly notable
because they were very ragged; and his garments had remained in
the same condition until the children fixed upon the word “Rags” as
his most appropriate name.
Not all boys begin life with an equally happy lot. Bob Jerrold was
among the unfortunate. His father was a drunken good-for-naught,
and his mother was a careless slattern and a boy is very apt to take
after his parents. Moreover, his parents had long been despised by
all the community as the very worst and lowest of people, a disgrace
to the neighborhood. Nobody looked for any good in Bob. So it
happened that Bob had to fight his way amid insult and abuse that
his parents had earned for him.
One day a company of school children came by the tumble-down
old place that the Jerrolds called home. Catching sight of Bob out by
the barn on a hay-stack, someone threw a snowball. There was a
loud laugh.
“Rags, Rags, Rags!” yelled the whole company.
“Want to fight?” yelled one of the rougher boys.
“He dassen’t. He might tear his clothes,” answered another.
Bob dropped his fork and began to dodge and throw back. He had
recognized some of the members of his Sunday School class among
the company.
At this moment there was a jingle of bells, and Mr. Benson drove
up with his sleigh. The youngsters all piled in gleefully, and were
soon riding merrily down the road.
When Bob failed to appear in his place in the class next Sunday
morning, and that for the second time, his teacher became anxious.
He pitied the boy in his unhappy surroundings. He had been trying
hard to keep the lad in Sunday School, but he knew how hard the
struggle was for Bob. The good work now seemed at an end. Bob
might be poor and ragged, and might fight his way in school, but on
Sunday it was different. He could bear rags and shame and insult.
But even he had some pride, and he refused to sit in a class together
with boys who did not want him. After much effort, however, Mr.
Benson persuaded him to be present at the Christmas entertainment
and speak the piece that had been assigned him.
Christmas night came. The church was packed with happy people.
Two beautiful evergreen trees were the center of attraction. Between
them was an arch, on which were the words “Peace on earth, good
will among men.” The exercises passed off cheerily, and even Bob,
as he sat beside his teacher, dressed in a suit that some friend had
given him, could not but catch the spirit of joy and good cheer that
shone from the happy faces of the boys and girls about him. For
every lad and lassie will agree when we say that there is no
happiness like the glad anticipations of Christmas.
And nothing is so catching, you know, as the happy heart.
To Bob all this was a dream. Suddenly the minister, who had gone
before the audience, called his name. At first he shrank back,
frightened; but a smile from Mr. Benson reassured him, and he
stepped upon the platform. The glitter of the lights dazzled his eyes,
and the stare of the many people made him tremble. But he raised
his head defiantly and began:
The dead silence that followed as Bob returned to his seat was
followed by a hum of surprise. Who was that? That Bob Jerrold?
Was it possible? The change in the lad when properly dressed was
itself surprising. But the full tone and clear voice of the boy, the deep
feeling with which he said each word, all contributed to draw
sympathy about him.
The program was soon over, and the merry bells were jingling on
the starlit Christmas night as Bob trudged homeward. In his hands
he bore some gifts, too, a thing rather new to him. Altogether his
heart was filled with gladness.
A few days later, James and Charlie, two lads from the Sunday
School class, in passing by the humble home of the Jerrolds climbed
the fence to see Bob, who was by the stables, mending a sled. Bob
paused as the unexpected visitors approached, perhaps thinking
they were there to tease him as had been usual.
“Hello, Bob,” called James. “Mending your sled? Can we help
you? How did you break it?”
Of course, there was something said about traps and sports and
skating and coasting. Many confidences were exchanged.
As they were to leave, both visitors suddenly looked
uncomfortable, as tho neither knew what to say. Then James
exclaimed:
“Oh, say, Bob, you haven’t been to Sunday School for a while.”
Bob did not answer.
“Yes,” added Charlie, “the boys thought you spoke fine at the
Christmas festival, and they’d like to have you come back.”
“’Cause,” said James, “Mr. Benson said the Christmas message
was ‘Good-will among men,’ and he would like awful well for you to
come, too. He’s a fine teacher, he is. We all like him.”
Bob glanced up suddenly. Mr. Benson had found a tender place in
Bob’s heart, too, and he murmured something to the effect that he
guessed he might come.
Thus Mr. Benson induced the boys to make up with Bob, and as a
result he again entered the Sunday School. And where he had
formerly met with scorn and abuse he now found a growing
friendship, and you may well believe that the good-will of his fellows
means much even to the humblest lad. The Christmas spirit came to
that class and to that school with great blessing, but especially so to
Bob Jerrold. Thus if the Christmas blessing comes truly home to our
hearts, it will mend many a ragged place, and instead among our
boys we shall find the whole cloth of manly-heartedness and
Christian love.
A Queer Christmas Tree
Again the holiday season had come to the great and turbulent city.
On the streets were hurrying throngs of shoppers. About the hotels
and public houses cheerful-faced people came and went in
unwonted numbers. Even the weariness of long and hard days of
work could not wholly drive away the air of gladness from the busy
clerks in the big department stores and in the little shops. The
butcher, the baker, and the grocer were doing their best to bring what
the good housewife wanted. The big delivery wagon, overloaded
with packages of all sorts, shapes, sizes and suggestions, rattled
busily from house to house. And the little boy caught with ecstasy
the sight of a hobby horse’s heel, and the little girl of the doll’s nose
peering warily out of the paper. How sharp the eyes of little boys and
girls are at Christmas time.
“Is this where Mrs. Asleson lives?”
Thru the narrowly opened door a round, fat, rather homely face
looked out. The man scowled into the dark. Perhaps he was not
cross, but only trying to make out the figure in the dim light of the
hall. A narrow window opposite the stairs let in a few struggling, very
feeble rays. It faced blank up a nearby brick wall. Slowly the eye
made out the figure of a rather young man with a basket on his arm.
Whether the man scowled or not was settled by his gruff, “Other
door!”
“Thank you, thank you, sir,” answered Frank cheerily. “You’re done
brown as a turkey with Christmas good nature, sir.” He spoke none
too soon as the door banged shut.
Frank Wilson was employed at a grocery store some distance
down the street. His brown eyes flashed merrily as he hurried from
customer to customer, from salt to celery, from potatoes to lemons.
The people liked to trade with him because he was so willing. He
was just delivering a basket at the rear flat on the fourth floor of a tall
tenement. His breath was still coming by jerks from the climb as he
rapped at the “other door.” After a moment of perfect stillness the
lock rattled, the knob turned, and the door opened as a little boy
said:
“Who’s there?”
“Mrs. Asleson live here?”
“Ain’t home.”
“I’ve got a Christmas basket for her.”
At the magic word Christmas the door swung back, and a queer
scene was revealed to the surprised gaze of the grocery boy.
“You all belong to Mrs. Asleson?” asked Frank as he set the
basket on the table and pinched a little youngster. The group drew
back. “Red, black, yellow, brown! Well, well—who’s the canary?” he
continued, as he gave a whistle and looked around at the blinking
youngsters. “Talk about your Indian chief!”
“I belong down stairs, Mister,” said one of the little girls.
The group was remarkable. Even aside from the dirty marks
accumulated with a day of play. The young girl who had spoken was
red-haired. The little tot in kirtles had golden locks, rather almost
white. The other little girl had dark curls. While the two boys, brown-
haired and blue-eyed, were enough alike to look like the brothers
they were, except that the larger had an amount of freckles such as
the younger had not found time to acquire. The four were the
widow’s children.
“Hello!” exclaimed the grocery boy, “what have you got here?”
“Christmas tree,” said Freckles.
“Of all things!” Frank dropped on a chair. A Christmas tree! In a
small-sized tub set on the middle of the floor, full of clothes and
anything that might help support, stood a broom, brush in the air. It
was ornamented with scraps of colored tissue paper, while from the
top stood a bit of candle, burning sweetly and brightly. The girl with
the black curls reached up and put it out, to save candle, no doubt.
And yet Frank felt in no laughing mood for the moment. His heart
was touched, and touched deeply.
“What’s that?” asked Maggie, tallest of the girls, as she pointed to
the basket.
“That? Oh, I guess I’m Santa Claus this time, all right. Is your
mama away?”
“She’s workin’,” vouchsafed the boy, number two for size, and
scared at his own boldness, withdrew behind his sister.
“You don’t say. Where’s your freckles?” asked Frank as he
snatched at the hiding boy. “Well, never mind, time’ll mend that.
You’ll get them. I thought you were all singing?”
“Christmas songs,” was the answer.
“Good. Round the tree? Let’s have another.” And in a moment
Frank with the five children of assorted shades and sizes, and in that
doubtful shade of cleanness children will sometimes put on, was
marching and dancing around the tree, hand in hand. Before they
knew it they were all together singing a Christmas song, and
shouting with glee, all forgetful of the basket. Frank, laughing and out
of breath, had just picked up the smallest child, and they had begun
to march around the room, shouting in chorus, when a loud sound
broke upon their ears.
Bim, bam, boom! How the big cathedral bell sounds out over the
city! Above the noise and clatter of the street, over the passing
crowd, in and out among the tall buildings and little cottages that
snuggle between, up and down the alleys and avenues, the mighty
ringing goes forth. Above the very mist and smoke that bedims the
air rises the tall spire with its heavily buttressed tower. Have you ever
climbed the tall ladders far up into the belfry? Far down below, the
men pull the ropes, and out from the huge latticed windows rolls forth
the volume of sound. Three bells there are that chime out upon the
fading day. So strong are they and vibrant with melody that the tower
trembles. Even the cement walks and asphalt pavements seem to
quiver under the heavy strokes of the bell.
As Frank opened the window the children with him crowded about.
Over the gravelled roofs and dusty housetops came the welling
music. It beat about the trembling stones, rolled in great billows over
the house, searched out every nook and cranny that promised
entrance. About the doors it gathered and quivered as tho ready to
shake them from their hinges. Who could think that thin glass could
have withstood such onslaught.
Bim-m-m! Ba-m-m! Boom! Christmas bells. “What a world of
happiness their harmony foretells.” All silent, entranced with the
splendid music of the cathedral chimes, Frank with the children still
stood before the open window. They had not observed the click of
the door. As they turned about they saw Mrs. Asleson standing in
surprise beside the table. She was just about to exclaim at the
children for leaving the door unbarred when she paused in surprise
at the basket on the table and the stranger standing by the window.
“I beg your pardon, ma’am,” said Frank. “But I came up here with
that basket. It was ordered from the store by the ladies from the
church down the street, and I forgot myself looking at the children’s
Christmas tree. Besides, ma’am, the chimes are glorious up here on
the fourth floor corner flat. Beg your pardon, ma’am.”
“Basket for me?” exclaimed the widow in pleased surprise. Her
profuse gratitude was interrupted by the welcome of the children and
their eager desire to know the contents of the basket. As he hurried
down the stairs to the work which he had almost forgotten, Frank felt
that it was truly blessed to give.
“If those folks knew how much good they did with that basket,
they’d be happy,” was his comment.
About the table the little ones crowded as mother took out the
packages of necessities as well as of Christmas goodies. Their
exclamations of joy were many. Nor least of all, when a very suitable
gift appeared for each of the little folks, the brown-haired boys, little
tow-head, and sister with the dusky curls. And each little heart felt
that they had not sung in vain about the broom as a Christmas tree;
but that the Lord Christ had known to bless the faith of a little child.
And a prayer of fervent thanksgiving arose, as the good mother saw
joy shine in the forlorn home of the widow on that night, all because
a kindly heart had gone forth in sympathy to her loneliness and her
need.
Bigbeard and Little Sander
“Christmas ain’t nothin’ ’out snow!”
Sander was a trifle too scornful in his tone. Now do not
misunderstand him. For Sander, you see, was a lad eight years of
age. And this was the first time he had seen bare earth so late in the
winter. At least he thought so. But you will admit that his experience
was limited. Besides, today was his birthday, and Christmas Eve too.
Very poor birthday it promised to be, for Mama and Papa were just
getting ready to drive off on a long journey to town.
For you must not imagine that this little man lives in some fine
large house on the avenue or in some tall flat building in the city!
Early last spring he had slipped off the train at a most forlorn little
station far up in the frontier. As his eyes looked out that morning over
the bare prairie, broken only by the rolling hills, with a struggling tree
to be seen here and there, he jumped and frisked. The sun was just
coming up, and the light glistened on the dewy grass. What little boy
would not have enjoyed the long ride “over hills, over dale,” until they
reached the clump of trees on a level spot by the river; Antelope it
was called. This name the Indians had very probably given it long
ago. Probably, too, they had encamped on this very spot; for who
knows when the bubbling spring just below the hollow had begun to
flow, and to draw to its freshness both man and beast. There was
charm in the very word Indian, to say the least.
And now the summer was gone. At first they had lived in a tent.
When Sander awoke in the morning, if it were quiet enough, he
could hear the little birds hopping on the canvas roof. For a while
there was hammering and building. Then the sod was cut from a
grassy place down by the river, and what with the earth-wall without
and the white-wash within they had a cozy dwelling. The vegetables
and such crops as they had raised were gathered. The horses and
the two cows were stabled. The days passed merrily and busily.
There were many new things to see and learn and try. And already