Travels of Our Saviour; With Some of the Leading Incidents of His Life

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1846 edition. Excerpt: ... any man, said he, will come after me, and hate not father and mother, he cannot be my disciple. By hating his relatives, there is not the slightest reason for believing he meant any thing more than to overlook them, and deny Ourselves the pleasure of their society, when a greater and more glorious object is in view, and likely, by a little effort, to be obtained. We have no reason to believe, that the mother and brethren of the Saviour loved him any the less on account of his devotion (thus expressed) to the eternal salvation of others, even the whole human race. On the contrary, if they were the true children of God, they must have loved him the better for it. Every one who bears the image of God, loves every other individual of the same description, in proportion to the exactness of the resemblance he bears to that image. We have abundant reason, however, for believing that the Saviour did not spend a large amount of time, in visiting with his friends; for on the same day that the events of which I have been speaking occurred, he is said to have gone out of the house, and to have sat and taught again by the sea-side; taking his usual position in a boat, while the whole multitude stood on the shore. It was on this occasion that he put forth the famous parable of the sower; and gave, first to his apostles, and afterwards to the surrounding multitude, his explanations.-Several other parables were also spoken, at the same time; among which were the parable of the treasure hid in a field; of the merchant seeking goodly pearls; and of the fisherman with his net, gathering in fish of every kind. When these parables were finished, with the accompanying remarks and explanations, the Savieur attempted to go ashore and proceed along the road, ...