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- 719 Now and then a thoughtful person, ly-
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722 ing down at night, and remembering all that had been told of Jesus, would whisper, “I wonder, oh, I wonder if He could make bad people good? That would be still harder to do.”
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724 Mothers, you know, always desire the best things for their children. So when it chanced one day that in the crowd going towards Jerusalem there was a rumor that Jesus the Prophet was near, talking in His own sweet way, wise and comforting and commanding, a few dark-eyed Judean women, holding babies in their arms, and with older children clinging to their gowns, pressed out of the throng and came close to the Master. This was the name they had begun to call Him now.
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726 They wanted Him to touch their children. Some of the children were ill, some were fretful and tired, some were bubbling over with health and fun. All were very dear to their mothers, and the mothers thought that a touch of those hands that had done so much good would
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729 keep off all evil, and ward off all danger from their darlings in days to come.
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731 Around the Master and between Him and the crowd were gathered His disciples, a group of strong, dark faces, some of them seafaring men, others keen-eyed men from the cities. These were very impatient with the women and children, and rebuked them. We can hear their lifted voices saying:
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733 “Go away! Take those children where they belong! Trouble not the Master. He has other work to do, and cannot be bothered with you and your babies!”
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735 But the mothers were not to be daunted, and held their ground, and very likely some of the little ones cried, or the sturdy little Jewish laddies may even have pressed close enough to the Master to catch hold of His garment.
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737 Presently He turned round, saw the commotion, and then, just as might have been expected, He rebuked the disciples. He looked very encouragingly at the women, and held out His arms to take a
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740 dimpled baby from the mother who stood nearest, saying,
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742 “Suffer the little children to come unto Me, and forbid them not, for of such is the kingdom of heaven.”
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744 We do not know anything of the lives of these dear little children on whom Jesus laid His hands, and whom He blessed. We think that some of them may have been in the great crowd who thronged His pathway when He took His last journey to Jerusalem that He might “lay down His life for His sheep.”
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746 Then the children cried, “Hosanna! Hosanna in the highest!” as over the palm-strewn road the King went into Jerusalem. Over the cross of His agony His enemies wrote, “This is Jesus, the King of the Jews,” writing it in Hebrew, Greek, and Latin, for the whole world to read.
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748 But before He came to the cross He had that day of triumph which the Church remembers on Palm Sunday, and then the children, in their glad young voices, shouted “Hosanna!”
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