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Noontide at Sychar; Or, the Story of Jacob's Well, a New Testament Chapter (john Iv) in Providence and Grace
Noontide at Sychar Or the Story of Jacob's Well a New Testament Chapter in Providence and Grace - john Iv Author:John Ross MacDuff General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1869 Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text. When you buy the General Books edition of this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.com where you can select from more than a million book... more »s for free. Excerpt: THE WEARY PILGRIM. Xothisg more frequently impressed the writer while sojourning in Palestine, than a feature in the humiliation of our blessed Lord which never so much as occurred previously -- the bodily fatigue which He must have constantly undergone in His oft pilgrimages along its arid plains and sultry valleys. If even now, with all the comforts of tent and equipage, the modern traveller finds locomotion oppressive and exhausting, what must it have been to traverse these, with no aid but the staff and rough sandal. The Ethiopian eunuch, referred to in the preceding chapter, travelling through the desert of Gaza, was " sitting in his chariot." "We picture Abraham, or his grandson who dug the well of Sychar, as they came and went from Mesopotamia or Hebron, mounted on their camels, with "all the substance they had gotten" following in long file ; but He, whose day they saw afar off and were glad, seems on all occasions, save one, to have journeyed on foot; -- that one (the Hosarina entrance) being an exceptional public assertion of His theocratic and royal rights as Zion's king. While the pilgrim father of old, and the pilgrim wayfarer still, pitch their canvas or goatskintents, this Lord of pilgrims was content to spread His garment of camel's hair under the shade of some fig-tree or thorny nabk; or perchance within one of the abounding natural caverns in the limestone rock, He would catch a few hours of broken slumber, either when night drew its curtains around Him, or, as is the wont of travellers and caravans still, during the sultry heat of noon. Often in His own touching words, (among the mo...« less