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picture which hung on the Sunday-school wall. It showed a pale young man with flabby forearms and a sad expression. The young man had red whiskers.
Then the little boy looked across to the other wall. There was Daniel, good old Daniel, standing off the lions. The little boy liked Daniel. He liked David, too, with the trusty sling that landed a stone square on the forehead of Goliath. And Moses, with his rod and his big brass snake. They were winners—those three. He wondered if David could whip Jeffries. Samson could! Say, that would have been a fight!
But Jesus! Jesus was the "lamb of God." The little boy did not know what that meant, but it sounded like Mary's little lamb. Something for girls—sissified. Jesus was also "meek and lowly,” a “man of sorrows and acquainted with grief.” He went around for three years telling people not to do things.
Sunday was Jesus' day; it was wrong to feel comfortable or laugh on Sunday.
The little boy was glad when the superintendent thumped the bell and announced: “We will now sing the closing hymn.” One more bad hour was over. For one more week the little boy had got rid of Jesus.
Years went by and the boy grew up and became a business man.
He began to wonder about Jesus.
He said to himself: “Only strong magnetic men inspire great enthusiasm and build great organizations. Yet Jesus built the greatest organization of all. It is extraordinary.”/
The more sermons the man heard and the more books he read the more mystified he became.
One day he decided to wipe his mind clean of books and sermons.
He said, “I will read what the men who knew Jesus personally said about him. I will read about him as though he were a new historical character, about whom I had never heard anything at all.”
The man was amazed.
A physical weakling! Where did they get that idea? Jesus pushed a plane and swung an adze; he was a successful carpenter. He slept outdoors and spent his days walking around his favorite lake. His muscles were so strong that when he drove the money-changers out, nobody dared to oppose him!
A kill-joy! He was the most popular dinner guest in Jerusalem! The criticism which proper people made was that he spent too much time with publicans and sinners (very good fellows, on the whole, the man thought) and enjoyed society too much. They called him a “wine bibþer and a gluttonous man.”
A failure! He picked up twelve men from the bottom ranks of business and forged them into an organization that conquered the world.
When the man had finished his reading he exclaimed, “This is a man nobody knows.
"Some day,” said he, "some one will' write a book about Jesus. Every business man will read it and send it to his partners and his salesmen.
For it will tell the story of the founder of modern business."
So the man waited for some one to write the book, but no one did. Instead, more books were published about the "lamb of God” who was weak and unhappy and glad to die.
The man became impatient. One day he said, “I believe I will try to write that book, myself.'
And he did.