But he knew that God would not forget him
the next day any more than this day, and that God had sent him not to be
the king that these people wanted him to be, but their servant. So, to make
his heart strong, I say, he went up into the mountain alone to have a talk
with his Father. How quiet it all was up here, I say, and how noisy it had
been down there a little while ago! But God had been in the noise then as
much as he was in the quiet now--the only difference being that he could
not then be alone with him. I need not tell you who this man was--it was
the king of men, the servant of men, the Lord Jesus Christ, the everlasting
son of our Father in heaven.
"Now this mountain on which he was praying had a small lake at the foot of
it--that is, about thirteen miles long, and five miles broad. Not wanting
even his usual companions to be with him this evening--partly, I presume,
because they were of the same mind as those who desired to take him by
force and make him a king--he had sent them away in their boat, to go
across this water to the other side, where were their homes and their
families. Now, it was not pitch dark either on the mountain-top or on the
water down below; yet I doubt if any other man than he would have been
keen-eyed enough to discover that little boat down in the middle of the
lake, much distressed by the west wind that blew right in their teeth.
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