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conversations.value: What could be a title for a story about Jesus, Syrians, Romans with the genre: Christian Books & Bibles, Bible Study & Reference?
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conversations.value: A title for this story could be 'Jesus the Son of Man'
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conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for this story.
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conversations.value: Jesus the Son of Man
  UPON A DAY in the spring of the year Jesus stood in the market-place of Jerusalem and He spoke to the multitudes of the kingdom of heaven.
  And He accused the scribes and the Pharisees of setting snares and digging pitfalls in the path of those who long after the kingdom; and He denounced them.
  Now amongst the crowd was a company of men who defended the Pharisees and the scribes, and they sought to lay hands upon Jesus and upon us also.
  And He said to us, "My hour has not yet come. Many are the things I have still to say unto you, and many are the deeds I shall yet perform ere I deliver myself up to the world."
  Then He said, and there was joy and laughter in His voice, "Let us go into the North Country and meet the spring. Come with me to the hills, for winter is past and the snows of Lebanon are descending to the valleys to sing with the brooks.
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conversations.value: Give me four more paragraphs.. Start with the sentence 'And remember you not His youth, when He lived by the saw and the chisel? He would not accompany our sons and daughters on their holidays'.
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conversations.value: And remember you not His youth, when He lived by the saw and the chisel? He would not accompany our sons and daughters on their holidays. He would walk alone.
  I myself met Him once in the field and greeted Him, and He only smiled, and in His smile I beheld arrogance and insult.
  Not long afterwards my daughter went with her companions to the vineyards to gather the grapes, and she too spoke to Him and He did not answer her.
  When He abandoned His people and turned vagabond He became naught but a babbler. His voice was like a claw in our flesh, and the sound of His voice is still a pain in our memory.
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conversations.value: Give me the last five paragraphs.
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conversations.value: There is a gulf that yawns between those who love Him and those who hate Him, between those who believe and those who do not believe.
  But when the years have bridged that gulf you shall know that He who lived in us is deathless, that He was the Son of God even as we are the children of God; that He was born of a virgin even as we are born of the husbandless earth.
  It is passing strange that the earth gives not to the unbelievers the roots that would suck at her breast nor the wings wherewith to fly high and drink, and be filled with the dews of her space.
  And what consolation is there in a man like themselves, a man whose kindliness is like their own kindliness,
  When you spoke your words were the far-off whisper of their lips when those lips should be kindled with fire;