The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1913-03-22

His voice was low and intense; the
words came fast
i Jesus face is covered with blood
He cannot lift the Cross we have laid
On him; he falls, but men make
him rise; they pierce him with
spears And this is Jesus, who has
never made their hearts sad; Jesus,
who is suffering to open his Fathers
court to them. But they beat him.
See! he is covered with blood; and
for us-for us, as for all men," He
paused for breath.
when our friend is cold to us we
do well in his sight, that he may
smile on us again; when the good
dog is sick we give it healing herb
water; but tell me, brothers," and
the old missionary reached passion
ate, yearning face toward them-he
was an ardent Canadian again-"when
} we hurt Jesus, do we make the little
good deed to see him smile on us? Do
our eyes drop tears at the thought
of our sweet Jesus in pain? All, mol"
he answered in cadences of intense
regret, 1--WE forget-sometimes and
still our Jesus wishes to pardon u.s.
when the chief factor comes
among you, you uncover your heads
and walk behind him, and some of
you make a smooth path for his feet.
This is because you love your Kitchi
Atauewinini, for he is pleasant with
his children and gives them flour and
grease and cloth for their furs. But
the All-Father, the Great God, whose
voice speaks to you in the thunder,
and through the deep forest, and in
the roar of the waters; who gave
| you breath, and filled the lakes with
) fishes and the forest with beasts, that
you might have food; this great All
: Father bends down from his seat,
| which is brighter than the clouds at
sunset; bends down from that glori-
Gus place where he keeps seats for
you all, and pleads with his red chill
dren to give him their hearts.
) "My brothers, will you say 20 ucan-
| not give them?"
The old priest leaned forward ap-
/ pealingly to them, his hands out
/ stretched. He made long pause.
2 Sixty pairs of glittering dark eyes
: remained fixed upon his. Across the
r reverential silence the warm monday
' wind floated and brought on it's breath
: the whispering of a young pine with
7 out, and the low, sleepy singing of
t the insect-choir. The birds were still,
7 ubt up from the valley came the soft
: ened thunder of the waters in the
Race.
q The priests simple, heart-search-
+ ing words, and the tremulous sweet
I ness of his appeal, moved John Eliot's
, very soul. Divine Love revealed itself
r in a flash. For an instant he felt an
ecstatic glow in his heart. 1t passed
and the old John Eliot, who was re-
r ligious because it was respectable,
! and liked the Bible for it's beautiful
language mostly, looked about at the
, motionless figures of the Indians.
cts a downright shame a man
with such mind and heart should be
thrown away upon ignorant men and
! impressed Ha! old Ka Kinouua-
pitch there, or Joseph Menjaki, rath-
er-his Christian name is more in
. keeping here, suppose-one might
, think he was listening devoutly. The
! cunning old rascal! But he is won
dering what he shall get from me for
that marten-skin. "A gift for the
good white chief himself Yes! and
= l shall have to make a handsome re-
turn. Nine Menjaki would like a
handsome string of beads for one
thing, and the brightest cloth in the
. store. Poor old Ka Kinouuapitch,
that's what is troubling your soul
:, just now!"
r While these conceits, at first hon.
: estly DESTROYS of good, but in the end
9 cynically unjust, were fitting across
y Johns mind, Pere Sabourin resumed
J. his discourse. His low, earnest voice,
rich in feeling, overlooked the small
O cabin-space and f1oated outward in
5 lingering waves of sound, that were
r tenderly lost on the warm, sun-pierced
o air, John heard him saying:
a "And because we known this that
d He gave us life to love and glorify
s him-iust for this, my children; not
to hunt or fish, one better than an
other, or to have finer coverings; and
since we say we love him, how can
we make known our love for this
e Great God? When his voice calls us,
not in the thunder or the water, but
t by his strong angel, Death, we must
t each be able to say as we stand be-
s fore his pace, I loved thee. Great
v Father, and loved all men because
q thou madest them my brothers, am
$ an old man, my children; l shall
: soon hear my Fathers strong angel
n calling me, and I say that my heart
is heaviest when remember the I'M
9 kindness done to my brethren. For,
!, listen, my children" he bent forward
and said in low, thrilling tones, che
;, loves each one of us, and he died to
. save each one of us, and his loved
q ones quarrels grieve his great Father
!, Heart
e when we sadden our brothers
Y heart we say to ourselves, Our broth
2 er has not always acted we'll toward
r us; it is good he should know that
0 badness must be punished And an
4 other day we say to the Lord God of
Heaven who can send uS iov 0r SOr-