Oh ye mothers, weep for yourselves and for your children!
The day will come when ye shall dispute with those ye now carry in your arms, as to what was in truth written in the lost Word of God. The day will come when your children’s children shall mock at you, and shall not know who or what Christ was.
The day will come when no heart shall remember that once on a time the Saviour of the world suffered and died.
The last believer shall go in darkness to his grave, and from that hour shall Golgotha vanish away from the earth, like the place where the Garden of Eden lay.
Woe, woe, to the new Pilate! He is not content, like the first, to slay the Saviour’s body. He murders the word and the faith!
The Women.
[Tearing their hair and rending their garments.] Woe, woe, woe!
Gregory.
And I say unto you, be of good cheer! God does not die. ’Tis not from Julian that the danger comes. The danger was there long ere he arose, in the weakness and contentiousness of our hearts.
Cyrillus.