human
I think it would be well if we went home now; we are not regarded with favour here. They would be glad of fewer guests, for I hear the wine has given out.
gpt
What matters it to me if there's no more wine, answered Jesus, almost roughly.
human
I do not want any.
gpt
But the other guests do. The host is greatly embarrassed. I wish someone could help him.
human
If they are thirsty, have the water jugs brought in, he said.
gpt
If the drinker has faith in his God then the water will be wine. He will be well content.
human
Usually, they said,
gpt
Oh, Father! he said in his heart,
human
Sir, said the youth, when he stood before him,
gpt
And why not you also, John, who look up to it? Can anyone attain the height who has not come from it?
human
You are so good, my child, and help people wherever you can. Why are you often so rough of speech?
gpt
Because they do not understand me, he replied;
human
Wood? Of course a carpenter has to work with wood. Do you want to be a stonemason? Think, stones are harder than wood.
gpt
But they give fire when struck together. Wood gives no sparks, nor would the Nazarenes yield any sparks, even if lightning struck them. They are like earth and damp straw. They are incapable of enthusiasm: they are only capable of languid irritation. But you'll not build a kingdom of heaven with irritation. I despise the wood that always smokes and never burns.
human
My son, I fear you will make such enemies of them that----
gpt
That I shall not be able to stay in Nazareth. Isn't that what you mean, mother?
human
I am anxious about you, my son.
gpt
Happy the mother who is nothing worse. I am quite safe. He stopped and took her hand.
human
Mother, I'm no longer a child or a boy. Do not trouble about me. Let me be as I am, and go where I will. There are other tasks to be fulfilled than building Jonas a cottage or Sarah a sheep-pen. The old world is breaking up, and the old heaven is falling into ruin. Let me go, mother; let me be the carpenter who shall build up the kingdom of heaven.