Identifier: storyofjesuschri00phel (find matches)
Title: The story of Jesus Christ; an interpretation
Year: 1897 (1890s)
Authors: Phelps, Elizabeth Stuart, 1844-1911
Subjects: Jesus Christ
Publisher: Boston and New York, Houghton, Mifflin and company
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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he supply ofgold which the Eastern star-gazers had poured atthe babys feet, hoarded by the young mother withthe awe of a poor girl who had never handled somuch wealth in all her humble life before! Pro-tection against the poverty and discomfort of thissudden uprooting was at least secured. At the out-set of his struggling life a breath too much of ex-posure, of suffering, would have killed the child,lie seems to have been sheltered at this time of hisutter helplessness, like a tiny, trembling flame, bythe inclosing motion of an unseen Hand. The pure,white light went straight upward to its appointedend, unquenched by wind or weather, like the flamesof the camp-fire in the desert, familiar to us in thatmost impressive of the pictures that have portrayedthe Egyptian journey, wherein Joseph, flat withfatigue, keeps watch upon the sands by the fire,while Mary sleeps with the sacred child on herbreast in the arms of the great Sphinx: — themysteries of womanhood and of infancy, of divinity
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PRESAGE 39 and of humanity, of the past and the future, of soli-tude and of family, of sacrifice and of love, claspedtogether in silence and in night. Joseph, for a dreamer, was a practical and ableman, and fully capable of managing the affairs ofthe extraordinary family of which, in so singular amanner, he found himself the head and protector.The slow-traveling news of the day reached thecarpenter in due, though dilatory, season. Herod,calling wildly on the spectre of his beloved andmurdered Mariamne, had gone to his miserable tomb.The little Bethlehem babies were sleeping in theirgraves, forgotten by all but their parents. Josephbrought his family back to their own land, wherethe first information that he picked up told him thatthe new monarch was no improvement on the oldone. Therefore he abandoned altogether the idea ofrevisiting Judea, and turned his face by way of thecoast towards Galilee. Neither he nor Mary had a whole heart for livingin Nazareth, where their associations were

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