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I.N.R.I. - A prisoner's Story of the Cross by Peter Rosegger
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When the poor sinner woke in the morning his heart was full of wonder.
The night had brought healing. He jumped blithely out of bed. "My
Saviour, I will never more leave you."

Something of which he had hardly been conscious suddenly became clear
to him. He would take refuge in the Saviour. He would sink himself in
Jesus, in whom everything was united that had formed and must form his
happiness--his mother, his innocent childhood, his joy in God, his
repose and hope, his immortal life. Now he knew, he would rely on his
Saviour. He would write a book about Jesus. Not a proper literary
work; he could not do that, he had no talent for it. But he would
represent the Lord as He lived, he would inweave his whole soul with
the being of his Saviour so that he might have a friend in the cell.
Then perhaps his terrors would vanish. In former days it had pleased
him, so to speak, to write away an anxiety from his heart, not in
letters to others, but only for himself. Many things which were not
clear to him, which he found incomprehensible--with pen in hand he
succeeded in making clearer to his inward eye, so that vague pictures
almost assumed corporeal shape. He had in that fashion created many
comrades and many companions during his wanderings in strange lands
when he was afraid. So now in his forlorn and deserted condition he
would try to invite the Saviour into the poor sinner's cell. No
outward help was to be hoped, he must evoke it all out of himself. He
would venture to implore the Lord Jesus until He came, using his
childish memories, the remains of his school learning, the fragments of
his reading, and, above all, his mother's Bible stories.

And now the condemned man began to write a book in so far as it was
possible to him. At first his dreams and thoughts and figures were
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