Books with title The New Jerusalem

Excerpt from JerusalemA young man was ploughing his field one summer morning. The sun was shining brightly, the grass was wet with dew, and the air was so fresh that words cannot describe it. The horses were frisky from the morning air, and pulled the plough as if it were a toy. It was quite a different pace from their usual one; the ploughman had almost to run to keep up with them.When the earth was turned by the plough, it lay a blackish brown, rich with moisture and fatness, and the plougher rejoiced at the prospect of soon being able to sow his rye. He thought to himself: How is it that sometimes I have so many misgivings, and think that life is so hard? Is anything needed but sunshine and fair weather to make me as happy as one of God's children in heaven P'About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

The Zionists have often spoken about the hoped-for Jewish homeland in Palestine becoming a center whence would emanate, as of old, great ideas and ideals. Such a radiation has already begun, but it is interesting, indeed curious, that among the firstlings of the New Jerusalem is a product from the very un-Hebraic pen of Mr. G. K. Chesterton. "The New Jerusalem" is an uneven book; at times a rather confusing book; but it is always thoughtful, always thought-provoking. And when the reader is once thoroughly oriented; when he realizes that he is not perusing a birth-rate, total-population, gross-tonnage-of-export sort of thing, but rather a poetic-philosophic mosaic woven, of reflections inspired by the Holy City—then he is ready to appreciate the matter in hand.

It was in the season of Christmas that I came out of my little garden in that "field of the beeches" between the Chilterns and the Thames, and began to walk backwards through history to the place from which Christmas came. For it is often necessary to walk backwards, as a man on the wrong road goes back to a sign-post to find the right road. The modern man is more like a traveller who has forgotten the name of his destination, and has to go back whence he came, even to find out where he is going.