Excerpt from A Young Man's Jesus If this is the picture which red-blooded men have of Him, then it is our fault who are still this side of thirty-five. For He is our Jesus in a special sense. He died before He was thirty-five. He had our bounding pulses, our hot desires. He felt His spirits leap in the bracing air of the new morning. He knew the stirring cheer of good fellowship. We who dream our dreams of success know how He felt that morning when He rode into Jerusalem over the strewed palms; and because our road stretches out a long way in front, through years of sunshine, as His might have stretched, the agony of that cry from the cross rings more sharply in our ears than in any others. He is our Jesus, and we have surrendered Him to priests and to women, to hospitals and monasteries, without so much as a struggle. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This 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.