Gospel of John
Gospel of John is a book of the Bible in the New Testament containing an account of the life of Jesus. The apostle John the Evangelist is traditionally considered its author.After the prologue (1:1-5), the narrative part of the book begins with verse 6, and consists of two parts. The first part (1:6-ch. 12) contains the story of Jesus' public ministry from the time of his introduction to it by John the Baptist to its close. The second part (ch. 13-21) presents Jesus in the retirement of private life and in his intercourse with his immediate followers (13-17), and gives an account of his sufferings and of his appearances to the disciples after his resurrection (18-21).
The peculiarities of this Gospel are the place it gives (1) to the mystical relation of the Son to the Father, and (2) of the Redeemer to believers; (3) the announcement of the Holy Ghost as the Comforter; (4) the prominence given to love as an element in the Christian character.
This book is addressed primarily to Christians. It was probably written at Ephesus, which, after the destruction of Jerusalem (A.D. 70), became the centre of Christian life and activity in the East, about A.D. 90.
Critics charge that some of the passages in this book are anti-Semitic, and that these passages have shaped the way that many Christians viewed Jews.
Text originally from Easton Bible Dicionary of 1897, but hacked and hopefully improved by Wikipedians.
At least a hundred souls.
There little ELLEN you might see,
In maidenly simplicity,
Untrimmed with lace or fur,
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Though sterner memories might fade,
The child-form of that baby-maid,
Whose sacred spirit-part
And nestled in your heart.
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With which a well-schooled gentleman
World-folks like you and me,
The crown of Poesy.
His winking eyelid sang a song
Eternity seemed scarce too long
Of GODFREY'S Grenadiers,
Ecstaticise her ears.
Beneath her window, veiled from eye,
On birthdays supplemented by
Enraptured sat above,
The wealth of POWLES'S love.
I often, often wonder what
For calculated he was NOT
An M.B. waistcoat gives;
No greater humbug lives.
No kind of virtue decked this priest,
He wasn't handsome in the least,--
(A Christian's direst ban),
Poor ELLEN loved the man.
As unlike BERNARD as could be
(Disgraceful BERNARD'S curate he):
Without reproach or fear,
With fifty pounds a year.
No fault had he--no fad, except
In mode at which you would have wept,
The minstrels who could best
That raged within his breast.
And so, when COOTE and TINNEY'S Own
And when the Guards, completely blown,
Poor AARON then would come,
His plain harmonium.
He woke her every morn at two,
In vivid colours AARON drew
And taught her in his chant
And imitate the ant.
Still NELL seemed not, how much he played,
Although the admirable maid
And said as BERNARD'S wife
To rectify his life.
"You are so pure, so kind, so true,
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