We hear so much of Jesus the Saviour that we lose sight of Jesus the man.

He who died for us was also He whose whole recorded life was in conformity with the tastes and sympathies of people of His day.

Do you imagine for an instant that if He had been of solemn, doleful visage, any woman would ever have pressed through a crowd to touch the hem of His garment, that she might be made well?
Do you suppose the woman of Samaria would have lingered one instant at the well of Jacob, had Jesus been a man with a face like--well, suppose I say Deacon Quickset?
Do you think mothers would have brought their children to Him that He might bless them?
Do you imagine any one who had not a great, warm heart could have wept at the grave of his friend Lazarus, whom He knew He had the power to raise from the dead?
Didn't He go to the marriage jollification at Cana, and take so much interest in the affair that He made up for the deficiency in the host's wine-cellar?
Weren't all His parables about matters that showed a sympathetic interest in the affairs which were nearest to the hearts of the people around Him?
If all these things were possible to one who had His inner heart full of tremendous responsibilities, what should not His followers be in the world,--so far as all human cheer and interest go ?" "I've never heard him spoken of in that way before," said Eleanor, speaking as if she were in a brown study.
"I'm glad--selfishly--that you hear it the first time from me, then.
Never again will I do anything of which I think He would disapprove; but, my dear girl, I give you my word that although occasionally--too often--I have been lawless in word and action, I never until now have known the sensation of entire liberty and happiness.

You never again will see me moody, or obstinate, or selfish.

I'm going to be a gentleman in life, as well as by birth.