Forbidden Gospels and Epistles, Complete

CHAPTER XIX.

1 James be­ing bit­ten by a viper, Je­sus blows on the wound and cures him. 4 Je­sus charged with throw­ing a boy from the roof of, a house, 10 mirac­ulous­ly rais­es the dead boy to ac­quit him; 12 fetch­es wa­ter for his moth­er, breaks the pitch­er and mirac­ulous­ly gath­ers the wa­ter in his man­tle and brings it home; 16 makes fish pools on the Sab­bath, 20 caus­es a boy to die who broke them down, 22 an­oth­er boy runs against him, whom he al­so caus­es to die.

ON an­oth­er day Joseph sent his son James to gath­er wood, and the Lord Je­sus went with him;

2 And when they came to the place where the wood was, and James be­gan to gath­er it, be­hold, a ven­emous viper bit him, so that he be­gan to cry, and make a noise.

3 The Lord Je­sus see­ing him in this con­di­tion, came to him, and blowed up­on the place where the viper had bit him, and it was in­stant­ly well.

4 On a cer­tain day the Lord Je­sus was with some boys, who were play­ing on the house-​top, and one of the boys fell down, and present­ly died.

5 Up­on which the oth­er boys all run­ning away, the Lord Je­sus was left alone on the house-​top.

6 And the boy’s re­la­tions came to him and said to the Lord Je­sus, Thou didst throw our son down from the house-​top.

7 But he deny­ing it, they cried out, Our son is dead, and this is he who killed him.

8 The Lord Je­sus replied to them, Do not charge me with a crime of which you are not able to con­vict me, but let us go and ask the boy him­self, who will bring the truth to light.

9 Then the Lord Je­sus go­ing down stood over the head of the dead boy, and said with a loud voice, Zei­nunus, Zei­nunus, who threw thee down from the house­top?

10 Then the dead boy an­swered, thou didst not throw me down, but such a one did.

11 And when the Lord Je­sus bade those who stood by to take present praised God on ac­count of that mir­acle.

12 On a cer­tain time the La­dy St. Mary had com­mand­ed the Lord Je­sus to fetch her some wa­ter out of the well;

13 And when he had gone to fetch the wa­ter, the pitch­er, when it was brought up full, brake;

14 But Je­sus spread­ing his man­tle gath­ered up the wa­ter again, and brought it in that to his moth­er;

15 Who, be­ing as­ton­ished at this won­der­ful thing, laid up this, and all the oth­er things which she had seen, in her mem­ory.

16 Again on an­oth­er day the Lord Je­sus was with some boys by a riv­er, and they drew wa­ter out of the riv­er by lit­tle chan­nels, and made lit­tle fish-​pools.

17 But the Lord Je­sus had made twelve spar­rows, and placed them about his pool on each side, three on a side.

18 But it was the Sab­bath day, and the son of Hanani a Jew came by, and saw them mak­ing these things, and said, Do ye thus make fig­ures of clay on the Sab­bath? And he ran to them, and broke down their fish-​pools.

19 But when the Lord Je­sus clapped his hands over the spar­rows which he had made, they fled away chirp­ing.

20 At length the son of Hanani com­ing to the fish-​pool of Je­sus to de­stroy it, the wa­ter van­ished away, and the Lord Je­sus said to him,

21 In like man­ner as this wa­ter had van­ished, so shall thy life van­ish; and present­ly the boy died.

22 An­oth­er time, when the Lord Je­sus was com­ing home in the evening with Joseph, he met a boy, who ran so hard against him, that he threw him down;

23 To whom the Lord Je­sus said, As thou hast thrown me down, so shalt thou fall, nor ev­er rise.

24 And that mo­ment the boy fell down and died.