Even weer wat anders & more of the same!?


I DID NOT OFTEN SLEEP

Alone in my cave,
I looked for solace in the thought that G*D was near while
Herod Antipas was in his palace and far away.

In the darkness I wept.
John's way had been hard.
He never drank wine, yet many said that he had a devil;
now of me, what would they say?
"A drunkard and a glutton. A devil equal to Beelzebub."
My apostles would meet many who would not listen
to them ...

There came the day when they returned.
They were woeful as they spoke of their attempts to cure others.
They asked me often:
"Why could we not cast out devils?
All things should be possible to him who believes."

I told them that even when one prayed for one's faith to be perfect,
a portion of oneself remained without faith.
"I asked a man once if he could believe.
He answered,
'Lord, I believe. Help me in my disbelief.'
"This,"
I told them,
"is wisdom!"

My disciples were still gloomy.
They had failed to cure the sick.
I decided to embark again with them on the Sea of Galilee.
Boats could always be found for us by Levi, who knew many ship owners who wished to please him since he counted their taxes.
So we were soon able to escape our followers for a few hours.
Yet some people saw us departing and followed on foot around the empty shore. When we landed and went up into a mountain,
they continued
to follow.

I had been weary from loss of sleep when we set out,
but now I was moved with compassion and was ready to teach once more. How could I not?
I knew every error I had made.
My throng were like sheep without a shepherd, and I had given them quick hope that they could perform cures.
But they did not love my Father enough. I should have known that.
But then,
I did not love HIM enough, not enough ...
I had not trusted HIM with the same whole faith that I asked my followers to offer. I must put away, therefore, all doubt.
I must convince all who listened
of my love for HIM.

And so, full of the loss of Yochanan the Baptist,
I taught for most of that day on
the mountain ...

Later, those who became my scribes,
and most notable Mattai, in his gospel, would speak of my Sermon on the Mount.
They had me saying all manner of things, and some were the opposite of others. Mattai put so many sayings together, indeed, that he might as well have had me not ceasing to speak for a day and a night, and speaking out of two mouths that did not listen to each other.
I can only recount what I know:
I wished to bring all of them
to my knowledge of G*D.

I was beginning to understand how large was the task.
I could not carry the Lord's message by myself. Too many would oppose me. I needed an army of apostles.
If each of my twelve would be able to find his own twelve, and each of these new apostles were to bring to us another twelve,
I would have an army ...

So I knew that I must send my apostles out again,
to return with their own disciples.


liefdesverdrietverliefd

'the continuing story of mankind thru the ages by telling each other
all kinds of myDi~stories'

Enough for now.
Bramen plukken.
Janosch heeft 't voeteneinde weer eens opgezocht.
Oudewijvenzomer? Indian Summer?
See you later or tomorrow ...
AHA~capsuul!
Eten koken.
Emotional
brain
...
engel
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