The Brother of Christ

The Brother of Christ

An old man was dying, and he was enjoining on his son not to forget the

poor.

So on Easter Day he went into the church, and he took some fine eggs

with him with which to greet his poor brothers, although his mother was

very angry with him for so doing—for she was an evil-minded woman and

merciless to the poor.

When he reached the church there was only one egg left, and there was

one dirty old man. And the lad took him home to break his fast with him.

When the mother saw the poor man, she was very wroth. “It would be

better,” she said, “to break your fast with a dog than with such a

filthy old beggar.” And she would not break the fast.

So the son and the old man broke their fast together, and went out for a

walk. Then the son looked and saw that the dress of the old man was very

shabby, but the cross on him burnt like fire.

“Come,” said the old man, “we will change crosses; you become my brother

by the cross.”

“No, brother,” the lad replied, “however much I may wish it; for I

should get such a fine cross as you are carrying, and can give you

nothing in return.”

But the old man overbore the youth, and they exchanged. And he asked him

to come as his guest on Tuesday in Easter week. “And if you want to find

your way,” he said, “follow the path yonder. You need only say, ‘The

Lord bless me!’ and you will find me.”

That very Tuesday the youth set out on the footpath, and said: “The Lord

bless me!” and set out on his way journeying forth. He went a little

way, and he heard children crying: “Brother of Christ, speak of us to

Christ, whether we must be long in pain?” And he went on a few steps

farther; and he saw maidens ladling water out of one well into another.

“Brother of Christ!” they said to him, “speak of us to Christ, how long

we must remain in torture?” And he went on still farther, and saw a

hedge, and beneath that hedge there became visible old men, and they

were all covered with slime. And they said to him: “Brother of Christ,

speak of us to Christ, how long shall we remain in pain?”

And so he went on and on. Then he saw the very old man with whom he had

broken his fast. And the old man asked him: “What did you see on the

way?”

And the youth recounted all that he had met.

“Well, do you recognise me?” said the old man. And it was only at this

moment that the peasant boy understood that he was speaking to Jesus

Christ Himself.

“Why, O Lord, are the children tortured?”

“Their mother cursed them in the womb, and they can never enter

Paradise.”

“And the maidens?”

“They traded in milk, and they mixed water with their milk; and now for

all eternity they must ladle out water.”

“And the old men?”

“They lived in the white world, and they used to say: ‘How pleasant it

really might be to live in this world! But, as it is, there is nothing

worth caring about!’ So they must bear up against the mire.”[24]

Then Christ led the boy into Paradise, and told him his place was ready

for him there, and you may be sure the boy was none too anxious to leave

it on that day. And afterwards He led him into Hell, and there the

peasant’s mother was sitting.

So the peasant boy began to beseech Christ to have mercy on her. “Have

mercy on her, Lord!”

And Christ bade the lad plait a rope of brome-grass. The peasant plaited

the rope of brome-grass, and the Lord must have supervised.

And he brought it to Christ, Who said: “Now you have been weaving this

rope for thirty years and have laboured sufficiently for your mother,

rescue her out of Hell.”

And the son dangled the rope down to the mother who was sitting in the

boiling pitch. And the rope never burned nor singed: so did God provide.

And the son tried and tried to drag his mother up, and caught hold of

her head, and she cried out to him: “You savage dog! Why, you are almost

choking me!” Then the rope broke off, and the guilty soul once more flew

down into the burning pitch.

“She had not desired to escape,” said Christ, “and all of her heart is

down there, and she must stay there for all eternity.”