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"They saw his agony in the Garden of Gethsemane, the human shrinking from the cup of pain. They saw the false friend, Judas, betray him with a kiss. (Alas! poor Judas! He loved Jesus, in a way, like the rest did. It was only his fear of poverty that made him betray his Master. He was so poor  he wanted the money so badly! We cry out in horror against Judas. Let us pray rather that we are never tempted to do a shameful action for a few pieces of silver. THEY SAW HIS AGONY IN THE GARDEN OF GASSEMINE THE HUMAN SHRINKING FROM THE CUP OF PAIN THEY SAW THE FALSE FRIENDS JUDAS BETRAY HIM WITH A KISS ALAS POOR JUDAS HE LOVED JESUS IN HIS WAY LIKE THE REST DID IT WAS ONLY HIS FEAR OF POVERTY THAT MADE HIM BETRAY HIS MASTER HE WAS SO POOR HE WANTED THE MONEY SO BADLY WE CRY OUT IN HORROR AGAINST JUDAS LET US PRAY RATHER THAT WE ARE NEVER TEMPTED TO DO A SHAMEFUL ACTION FOR A FEW PIECES OF SILVER
ians tell us that they dream of, but can never chain to earth. "As I sat in the theatre, listening to the wondrous tones of this mountain peasant-woman, rising and falling like the murmur of a sea, filling the vast sky-covered building with their yearning notes, stirring like a great wind stirs AEolian strings, the thousands of trembling hearts around her, it seemed to me that I was indeed listening to the voice of the 'mother of the world,' of mother Nature herself. "They saw him, as they had often seen him in pictures, sitting for the last time with his disciples at supper. But yesterday they saw him, not a mute, moveless figure, posed in conventional, meaningless attitude, but a living, loving man, sitting in fellowship with the dear friends that against all the world had believed in him, and had followed his poor fortunes, talking with them for the last sweet time, comforting them. "They heard him bless the bread and wine that they themselves to this day take in remembrance of him. E ONE OF THOSE HARMONIES MUSICIANS TELL US THAT THEY DREAM OF BUT CAN NEVER CHAIN TO EARTH AS I SAT IN THE THEATRE LISTENING TO THE WONDROUS TONES OF THIS MOUNTAIN PEASANT WOMAN RISING AND FALLING LIKE THE MURMUR OF A SEA FILLING THE VAST SKY COVERED BUILDING WITH THEIR YEARNING NOTES STIRRING LIKE A GREAT WIND STIRS AEOLIAN STRINGS FOR THOUSANDS OF TREMBLING HEARTS AROUND HER IT SEEMED TO ME THAT I WAS INDEED LISTENING TO THE VOICE OF THE MOTHER OF THE WORLD OF MOTHER NATURE HERSELF THEY SAW HIM AS THEY HAD OFTEN SEEN HIM IN PICTURES SITTING FOR THE LAST TIME WITH HIS DISCIPLES AT SUPPER BUT YESTERDAY THEY SAW HIM NOT A MUTE MOVELESS FIGURE POSED IN CONVENTIONAL MEANINGLESS ATTITUDE BUT A LIVING LOVING MAN SITTING IN FELLOWSHIP WITH THE DEAR FRIENDS THAT AGAINST ALL THE WORLD HAD BELIEVED IN HIM AND HAD FOLLOWED HIS POOR FORTUNES TALKING WITH THEM FOR THE LAST SWEET TIME COMFORTING THEM THEY HEARD HIM BLESS THE BREAD AND WINE THAT THEY THEMSELVES TO THIS DAY TAKE IN REMEMBRANCE OF HIM
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