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高山上的呼喊-go tell it on the mountain-第16章

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for you。’
  2 GABRIEL’S PRAYERNow I been introducedTo the Father and the Son; And I ain’tNot stranger now。
  When Florence cried; Gabriel was moving outward in fiery darkness; talking to the Lord。
  Her cry came to him from afar; as from unimaginable depths; and it was not his sister’s cry heheard; but the cry of the sinner when he is taken in his sin。 This was the cry he had heard so manydays and nights; before so many altars; and he cried to…night; as he had cried before: ‘Have yourway; Lord! Have your way!’
  Then there was only silence in the church。 Even Praying Mother Washington had ceased tomoan。 Soon someone would cry again; and the voices would begin again; there would be music byand by; and shouting; and the sound of the tambourines。 But now in this waiting; burdened silenceit seemed that all flesh waited—paused; transfixed by something in the middle of the air—for thequickening power。
  This silence; continuing like a corridor; carried Gabriel back to the silence that hadpreceded his birth in Christ。 Like a birth indeed; all that had e before this moment waswrapped in darkness; lay at the bottom of the sea of forgetfulness; and was not now countedagainst him; but was related only to that blind; and doomed; and stinking corruption he had beenbefore he was redeemed。
  The silence was the silence of the early morning; and he was returning from the harlot’shouse。 Yet all around him were the sounds of the morning: of birds; invisible; praising God; ofcrickets in the vine; frogs in the swamp; of dogs miles away and closed at hand; roosters on theporch。 The sun was not yet half awake; only the utmost tops of trees had begun to tremble at histurning; and the mist moved sullenly before Gabriel and all around him; falling back before thelight that rules by day。 Later; he said of that morning that his sin was on him; then he knew onlythat he carried a burden and that he longed to lay it down。 This burden was heavier than theheaviest mountain and he carried it in his heart。 With each step that he took his burden grewheavier; and his breath became slow and harsh; and; of a sudden; cold sweat stood out on his browand drenched his back。
  All alone in the cabin his mother lay waiting; not only for his return this morning; but forhis surrender to the Lord。 She lingered only for this; and he knew it; even though she no longerexhorted him as she had in days but shortly gone by。 She had placed him in the hands of the Lord;and she waited with patience to see how He would work the matter。
  For she would live to see the promise of the Lord fulfilled。 She would not go to her restuntil her son; the last of her children; he who would place her in the winding…sheet; should haveentered the munion of the saints。 Now she; who had been impatient once; and violent; who hadcursed and shouted and contended like a man; moved into silence; contending only; and with thelast measure of her strength; with God。 And this; too; she did like a man: knowing that she hadkept the faith; she waited for Him to keep His promise。 Gabriel knew that when he entered shewould not ask him where he had been; she would not reproach him; and her eyes; even when sheclosed her lids to sleep; would follows him everywhere。
   Later; since it was Sunday; some of the brothers and sisters would e to her; to sing andpray around her bed。 And she would pray for him; sitting up in bed unaided; her head lifted; hervoice steady; while he; kneeling in a corner of the room; trembled and almost wished that shewould die; and trembled again at this testimony to the desperate wickedness of his heart; andprayed without words to be forgiven。 For he had no words when he knelt before the throne。 And hefeared to make a vow before Heaven until he had the strength to keep it。 And yet he knew that untilhe made the vow he would never find the strength。
  For he desired in his soul; with fear and trembling; all the glories that his mother prayed heshould find。 Yes; he wanted power—he wanted to know himself to be the Lord’s anointed; Hiswell…beloved; and worthy; nearly; of that snow…white dove which had been sent down fromHeaven to testify that Jesus was the son of God。 He wanted to be the master; to speak with thatauthority which could only e from God。 It was later to bee his proud testimony that hehated his sins—even as he ran toward sin; even as he sinned。 He hated the evil that lived in hisbody; and he feared it; as he feared and heated the 
Part 3 The Threshing…floor
    Then said I; Woe is me! for I amundone; because I am a man of uncleanlips; and dwell in the midst of apeople of unclean lips; for mine eyeshave seen the king; the Lord of hosts。
  Then I buckled up my shoes;And I startedHe knew; without knowing how it had happened; that he lay on the floor; in the dusty space beforethe altar which he and Elisha had cleaned; and knew that above him burned the yellow light whichhe had himself switched on。 Dust was in his nostrils; sharp and terrible; and the feet of saints;shaking the floor beneath him; raised small clouds of dust that filmed his mouth。 He heard theircries; so far; so high above him–he could never rise that far。 He was like a rock; a dead man’sbody; a dying bird; fallen from an awful height; something that had no power of itself; any more;to turn。
  And something moved in John’s body which was not John。 He was invaded; set at naught;possessed。 This power had struck John; in the head or in the heart; and; in a moment; wholly;filling him with an anguish that he could never in his life have imagined; that he surely could notendure; that even now he could not believe; had opened him up; had cracked him open; as woodbeneath the axe cracks down the middle; as rocks break up; had ripped him and felled him in amoment; so that John had not felt the wound; but only the agony; had not felt the fall; but only thefear; and lay here; now; helpless; screaming; at the very bottom of darkness。
  He wanted to rise—a malicious; ironic voice insisted that he rise—and; at once; to leave histemple and go out into the world。
  He wanted to obey the voice; which was the only voice that spoke to him; he tried to assurethe voice that he would do his best to rise; he would only lie here a moment; after his dreadful fall;and catch his breath。 It was at this moment; precisely; that he found he could not rise; something had happened to his arms; his legs; his feet—ah; something had happened to John! and he began toscream again in his great; bewildered terror; and felt himself; indeed; begin to move—not upward;toward the light; but down again; a sickness in his bowels; a tightening in his loin…strings; he felthimself turning; again and again; across the dusty floor; as though God’s toe had touched himlightly。 And the dust made him cough and retch; in his turning the centre of the whole earthshifted; making of space a sheer void and a mockery of order; and balance; and time。 Nothingremained: all was swallowed up in chaos。 And: Is this it? John’s terrified soul inquired—What isit?—to no purpose; receiving no answer。 Only the ironic voice insisted yet once more that he risefrom the filthy floor if he did not want to bee like all the other niggers。
  Then he anguish subsided for a moment; as water withdraws briefly to dash itself oncemore against the rocks: he knew that it subsided only to return。 And he coughed and sobbed in thedusty space before the altar; lying on his face。 And still he was going down; farther and fartherfrom the joy; the singing; and the light above him。
  He tried; but in such despair!—the utter darkness does not present any point of departure;contains no beginning; and no end—to rediscover; and; as it were; to trap and hold tightly in thepalm of his hand; the moment preceding his fall; his change。 But that moment was also locked indarkness; was wordless; and should not e forth。 He remembered only the cross: he had turnedagain to kneel at the altar; and had faced the golden cross。 And the Holy Ghost was speaking—seeming to say; as John spelled out the so abruptly present and gigantic legend adorning the cross:
  Jesus Saves。 He had stared to this; an awful bitterness in his heart; wanting to curse—and the Spiritspoke; and spoke in him。 Yes: there was Elisha; speaking from the floor; and his father; silent; athis back。 In his heart there was a sudden yearning tenderness for holy Elisha; desire; sharp andawful as a reflecting knife; to usurp the body of Elisha; and lie where Elisha lay; to speak intongues; as Elisha spoke; and; with that authority; to confound his father。 Yet this had not been themoment; it was as far back as he could go; but the secret; the turning; the abysmal drop was fartherback; in darkness。 As he cursed his father; as he loved Elisha; he had; even then; been weeping; hehad already passed his moment; was already under the power; had been struck; and was goingdownAh; down!—and to what purpose; where? To the bottom of the sea; the bowels of the earth;to the heart of the fiery furnace? Into a dungeon deeper than Hell; into a madness louder than thegrave? What trumpet sound would awaken him; what hand would lift him up? For he knew; as hewas struck again; and screamed again; his throat like burning ashes; and 
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