Chapter 60 Joseph of Justus

They said he was gross, the mediocre fruit of the mediocre seed, nasty and rough. They say that only the wind combed his hair, and only the rain washed his clothes and body. They regarded him as a lunatic, and what he said was a lie to confuse the public. But listen: the despised man voiced a challenge that will never die. He sang a song whose melody no one could catch.This song will be sung from generation to generation, and it will rise up in all nations; the lips that gave birth to this song, and the ears that nurtured this song will also be remembered. He is a stranger, yes, a stranger.He is a traveler to the Holy Land, a visitor who knocks on our door, and a guest from afar.

Because he could not find a generous master, he returned to his hometown.