Mathew

Traitorous tinges were seen in Levi. Did he love Rome? Could patriots ever bear their disloyal citizens? As a tax collector, he's a stranger to his own home. Amidst selfish motives, Matthew had his magnificence. Guilt boiled in his mind, like the blood of a lamb in an urn. He heaped mammon, like hills and mountains, in every corner. Though, like ice, he looked cool, within, like a kiln, he did burn. Is wealth alone enough? Shouldn't he have human honor? Jesus called him. Like a dog that found the bone, he followed When a magnet pulls, does a rusted rod dare to resist? He felt, as though by a celestial power, he'd controlled Before Jesus, he felt, as though nothing seemed to exist. When Jesus diagnosed his illness, Matthew felt at ease. Struggling through a desert for long, he found an oasis.