The Hope pioneer. [volume] (Hope, N.D.) 1882-1964, 1909-12-09
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declared he could teach the child nothing.
Some of the legends, as unworthy as the minds that
created them, tell that the child struck his teacher dead.
Others tell of his inficting playmates with death and
blindness. In the world of legendary lore, where one
finds stories Enormously simple and charming, it is to
be expected, also, that there are crude and cruel ira
ditions.
According to som stories, the children of Nazareth
must have found Jesus a wonderful playmate. There
was hardly any wish of theirs which he did not fulfill.
One day, it is told, some of the little ones wished for
fruit.
"Oh, how I would like an applet" said one.
"And 1 some fgs!" rejoined another.
How I would love some citron and grapes!" ouoth
Il third. ~
Jesus looked upon them and they all seemed so hun.
cry and so anxious that he made a sign in the air and
spoke a mystic word. And 10!
A green sprout curled from the ground. Pale groom
leaves burst forth. The plant rose up and up and IN
OH" gasped all the children with great wonder. az
before their gaze the plant rose, higher and higher
spreading out lmbs-growing larger and stronger. and
blooming with flowers. Then the tree, as they looked
bore fruit-apples and citrons, and grapes and figs and
whatever their hearts wished.
Here is another story of those childhood dave.
A house was being built near the small and modest
home of the holy family. One day a great uproar arose
and Joseph, stepping from his carpenter shop, saw that
a man had wallen from the roof and had been killed
"Alas! Mary" he said, entering the shop, where Jesus
was playing, "a man has fallen and broken his limbs.
methinks he is dead" '
springing from the floor, the child, with an expression
of great solicitude on his face, rushed into the street
The little crowd parted before him.
He peered into the white face of the dead man Tbon
his voice rang clear and sweet:
II say unto thee, arise and do thy work"
The dead mans eyes opened, the blood disapnearod
from his face and his injuries healed. And he arose and
went back to his task.
At another time Jesus was playing with some chill.
dren on a roof-one of those simple, childish games like
that of "tag" to-day. The children were very hannv until
one, falling at full length, went tumbling over the para.
pet. A cry arose. Peering over the stone wall, the face
of Jesus turned white-his little playmate was dead
Imagine his distress when the parents of the child an.
peared and accused Jesus of having pushed the little
playmate over the wall! Imagine the anguish of Joseph
and Mary at the grave accusation! Then Jesus, turning
to the dead child, called:
"zeno! Zeno! Arise! Arise, Zeno, and tell them if
I cast thee down."
And zeno arose, laughing, clasping and kissing the
hand of Jesus, murmuring tenderly, gratefully:
mo, no! Thou didst not cast me down."
Until his manhood, when he began his mission, it is
believed he piled the trade of carpenter. Many, indeed.
are tho stories of his life in the carpenter shop of MAJ.
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