If he struck, he knew how to make the injury good.

One day when he was going down the defile to the stony moor, a mischievous boy ran up behind him and knocked him down.

Jesus quickly picked himself up, and shouted angrily to the boy, "Die!" When he saw the blazing eye, the boy turned deathly pale and began to tremble so that, near to fainting, he had to lean up against the rocky wall.

Jesus went up to him, laid his hand on his shoulder and said kindly, "Live!" No one in the whole country-side had ever seen such an eye as his.
Like lightning in anger, in calmer moods like the gleam of dewdrops upon flowers..