. . .ice; that nothing but labour, and want, and persecution, and slander, and torture, and death was before them—and now He had gone away and left them.  He had vanished up into the empty air.  They were to see His face, and hear His voice no more.  They were to have no more of His advice, no more of His teaching, no more of His tender comfortings; they were to be alone in the world—eleven poor working men, with the whole world against them, and so great a business to do that they would not have time to get their bread by the labour of their hands.  Is it not wonderful that they did not sit down in despair, and say, “What will become of us?”  Is it not wonderful that they did not give themselves up to grief at losing the Teacher who was worth all the rest of the world put together?  Is it not wonderful that they did not go back, each one to his old trade, to his fishing and to his daily labour, saying, “At all events we must eat; . . . Read More