ples to say to their Master: “Even devils are subject unto us, through thy name.”
Where were the seventy whom Jesus sent forth? Were all conspirators save eleven? Had they forgotten the Ingratitude. great exponent of God? Had they so soon lost sight of his mighty works, his toils, privations, sacrifices, his divine patience, sublime courage, and unrequited affection? Oh, why did they not gratify his last human yearning with one sign of fidelity?
The meek demonstrator of Good, the highest instructor and friend of man, met his earthly fate alone with Heaven's sentinel. God. No human eye was there to pity, no arm to save. Forsaken by all whom he had blessed, this faithful sentinel of Love, at the highest post of honor, — charged with the grandest trust of Heaven, — was ready to be transformed by the renewing of the infinite Spirit. He was to prove that man, in Divine Science, is not finite, nor subject to material conditions, but is above the reach of human wrath, and able, through Truth and Love, to triumph over sin, sickness, and death.
The priests and rabbis, before whom he had walked meekly, and those to whom he had given the highest proofs Contumely. of divine power, called him a “pestilent fellow,” saying derisively “He saved others; himself he cannot save.” These scoffers, who turned “away the rights of man from before the face of the Most High,” esteemed Jesus as “stricken and smitten of God.” He was brought “as a lamb to the slaughter, and as a sheep dumb before the shearers.” “Who shall declare his generation?” Who shall decide what Truth and Love are?
