The kingdom and rule over the whole universe, was
to be His. So He said; and His disciples believed Him; and if they
believed Him, how could they but rejoice? How could they but rejoice
at the glorious thought that He, the son of the village maiden, the
champion of the poor and the suffering, was to have the government of
the world for ever? That He, who all the while He had been on earth
had showed that He was perfect justice, perfect love, perfect
humanity, was to reign till He had put all His enemies under His
feet? How could the world but prosper under such a King as that?
How could wickedness triumph, while He, the perfectly righteous one,
was King? How could misery triumph, while He, the perfectly merciful
one, was King? How could ignorance triumph, while He, the perfectly
wise one, who had declared that God the Father hid nothing from Him,
was King? Unless the disciples had been more dull and selfish than
the dumb beasts around them, what could they do but rejoice at that
news? What matter to them if Jesus were taken out of their sight, as
long as all power was given to Him in heaven and earth?
But He had told them more. He had told them that they were not to
keep this glorious secret to themselves.
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