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CHAPTER THREE

 

 

YEAR 1733 BC

 

ONE OF THE CONTINENTS

LAND OF THE HITTITES


JACOB, who was the second son of Isaac, who was the first son of Abraham the friend of the Lord, and Jacob’s wife Rachel, and Jacob’s whole household, were traveling southward from Bethel toward Bethlehem. Rachel, weary, leaning against this rock or that tree, with every other fragile step, was heavy with child, and in the midst of the rugged journey, Rachel’s foreboding hour of delivery had thus arrived.

 

     Rachel travailed in excruciating pain in a resisting birth for hours. Her misty eyes were waxy and dimming of sight as the babe squeezed uneasily forth from the womb. Physically spent in weeping desperation, she tried naming the infant. Her husband, Jacob, in opposition, yet with sorrow flooding his benevolent heart, beholding her silvering eyes, placed the tips of his fingers gently over her lips. “No, Rachel wife,” he whispered in his low, sandy voice,this babe Benjamin: Son of My Right Hand.

 

     Rachel’s colorless face and punctuated meditations slid with uncertainty from her husband’s concern, but he returned his concentration, and she squinted with halted effort toward him. “Oh, Jacob...your eyes.”

 

     He had raised his eyes toward the top of a lofty mountain behind her and off in the distance. “I have vision,” he explained in a hushed tone, lips widened: “Golden chest carried up to kingly city.”

 

     Only an instant elapsed, and as Jacob was shaking his head as if stirring from a hallowed dream, Rachel died.

 

     Not a score of years before this heartrending day, upon this very land, where only several scattered but kindred tribes were dwelling, Jacob had dreamt that he beheld a ladder set up on the earth, and the top of the ladder reached into Heaven. Overwhelmed by that glorious sight, he had gazed in awe, as angels of God descended and ascended the ladder. Fearing this tremendous vision of God, Jacob had murmured, “How dreadful is this place! This, is none other than the house of God, and—this—is the gate of Heaven.” Having afterward chosen and carefully erecting a sizeable but natural stone monument upon the earth beneath the prophecy, Jacob gave thought: Although unseen, how close Heaven is to man.

 

     Time, however, not memories, reminding him of his doleful responsibility, Jacob in solemn quiet buried his beloved Rachel at the foot of his beautiful Mountain of the Vision, within an area that would someday be named and become part of a southern border of a tribe called Benjamin. A short span of time after finishing his mournful task, Jacob strolled meditatively away from his remaining family, lifted his cheerless voice into the heavens above, and wept.

 

 

YEAR 1732 BC

 

VALE OF HEBRON

 

RACHEL’S HUSBAND, JACOB, now called Israel, dwelled at peace in the Vale of Hebron. His young son Joseph, wearing a coat of many colors, sat tranquilly before him, and Joseph’s brothers came, gathering themselves there, as well.

 

     “Father,” Joseph confided, maneuvering with his naked feet a large chunk of wood and edging it toward the fire, “dream I yet other dream: Sun…moon…eleven stars bow down to me.”

 

     Israel, taken quite aback, looked at him, brows descending, and sternly—very sternly, yet with eminent love toward his son. “This dream you dream? Your mother, your brothers...me...come bow us down to earth to you? Your mother dead!” Hence, Israel rebuked his son Joseph into silence.

 

     Joseph’s brothers, with jealousy churning in their soul, stared angrily at their young brother. Yet, regardless of the expressions of contempt, and Israel’s resolute demeanor and disapproving words, Joseph pushed the large chunk of wood another length, and turned to his own deliberating: Father, you…mother...one flesh, told you me…you same flesh….

 

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CONTEMPORARY ERA

 

SYRACUSE, NEW YORK

 

AMELIA, a faithful, blonde-haired, and rather petite wife of one husband (now dead for many a year), a mother of three healthy and now moderately wealthy children, a grandmother of four healthy grandchildren, and a great-grandmother of many great-grandchildren; righteous in all of her customs; abiding always in truth; ever eager to teach prayer to the younger in the family; and daily treating strangers well, died, and, after a period of time, arose back to Paradise.

 

     “Light! That blessed light in my ca—He heard my voice.

 

     “God bless my grandson,” she sighed peacefully to her hosts. “I’m home!”

 

     Although she had no distinct memory of the separation, she was now in her young, splendid body again: a beautified mansion in contrast to the rotting, cancerous flesh she had worn for so many years—but peacefully—incapable of complaining.

 

     As her gladdened heart began its contemplations of this living Heaven of living life, she asked the inevitable but justifiably innocent question: “Do I deserve to go sit with the Apostle Peter and hear him tell of his days with our Lord?”

 

     “No Apostle Peter,” they explained, “inhabits this field now.”

 

     The young woman, puzzled, rephrased her words. “I have a memory, thus could I possibly sit at the feet of James or Matthew or John and listen to their stories of Jesus, for I know that our Lord is here…but higher than here.”

 

     Their straightforward answers changed not. “They are not here, woman. No apostles of Jesus are here; and we, too, have given mind to this.

 

     “However, woman, talk did drift through here a season ago a deacon called Stephen was here, yet they say he vanished. Not long afterwards, a young man by the name of James appeared, whose greeters claimed was an apostle of the Lord, Jesus. James spoke wondrous tales. Still, they say he vanished likewise—and from their very sight. These were met by true men who swore they recognized them, and those witnesses are here today. And these of whom you speak...yes, and even Peter, they say have lodged here briefly—Young lady…they have, every one of them, in their turn, vanished from here, without trace….”

 

     Amelia was undeniably perplexed, yet still and serene in her modest deportment. “May I at least ask you if my husband is waiting for me?”

 

     “You will remember more as you abide further, but seek not a husband. He will be along in a very short spell, if he heard. Woman…if he heard, he will be here.”

 

     Somewhat saddened, though unshaken in her lifelong faith, Amelia took their uncomplicated directions and started agreeably toward her prepared place in that Heaven. As she moved off in grace and peace from her saintly reception, a man of the welcome called compassionately to her.

 

     “As with you, woman, we have not lost faith. Just be happy with those accommodations you will remember and those you will receive, for hardly three among a dozen of the extremely few arriving here find for themselves a hundredth of your reward, and they deem those meager comforts they take possession of—miracles! But there is he who is called Abraham, who will cheer your inquisitive affection. Ask for him.”

 

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YEAR 1495 BC

 

EGYPT

 

MOSES, of sound stature but terribly meek, filled with a gentle but determined courage, stood fast by the side of his brother, Aaron, while an annoyed, heavyset, and tawny-skinned Pharaoh, opening and shutting his anxious fists, bending forward of the kingly throne, weaving and cording his fingers into virtual knots, listened stubbornly to their supplicating words in the splendid hall of the palace.

 

     “Let my people go!” Aaron exclaimed, well rehearsed by his brother Moses, who had long ago forsaken the king. “You have used them as slaves through your dark and malicious rule. You, O Pharaoh, have done wickedness to us—”

 

     “—And you, Moses and Aaron,” Pharaoh snapped in a huff, “are hindering your own kinsmen, Moses and Aaron. They shall remain my slaves. And because of you—Moses and Aaron, I shall double their burden. Owing to you—Moses and Aaron, they shall corrode beneath my heels, TIED TO MY VERY YOKE! Now leave me to my business!”

 

 

PHARAOH’S portending words were not without deleterious deed. Nevertheless, as months dirged on, a constant downpour of plagues in the land of Egypt had at length reversed the pernicious heart in the king, and he at last gave way.

 

     “Take your whites…and your mingled friends. Take your feeble nation, take all your public, Moses and Aaron, AND BE GONE!” Pharaoh screamed, believing not his own words.

 

 

WITH NARY A MOMENT’S HESITATION, the Israelites first secured a grandiose treasure from the troubled Egyptians and soon thereafter began an extraordinary exodus from the land of slavery. Progressing swiftly into an untamed wilderness standing wide and long-awaited before them, the incredible myriad of souls numbered about six hundred thousand strong, not including their thousands of children, the mingled companions, countless droves of cattle and kine, and bevies of fowl.

 

 

AN EGYPTIAN MIND WAS CHANGED, and a fevered chase ensued to the Red Sea. As Quid Pro Quos would have it, however, because Pharaoh had given his malevolent decree against the newly liberated, a remembrance that the Egyptians had demanded the sons of Israel be drowned at birth, enforced by Egyptian military; in like manner was there a command from quite another Au-thority: indeed, a lofty Au-thority, and not the sons of Israel but Pharaoh and the military sons of Egypt were drowned in the Red Sea—no floating baskets provided.

 

 

THE INSPIRED PROCESSION OF ISRAEL wound its humble yet emancipated way through an endless corridor of the vast and unpredictable wastelands, with their iron rattlings and scuffling hustlings and scurrying bustlings, and millions upon millions of footprints raising miniature swells of dust with each downward stamp of an urgent sandal.

 

     The dispatched caravan alone, spreading haphazardly across the forefront of their excited and singing multitude, spanned six hundred feet and broadened to more than a thousand hither and thither as the parade of unshackled life strode into their new and unshackled world in a joyfully disordered assembly. Along with their rickety carts, sagging litters, rumbling wagons, and lowing herds, they stretched noisily the equivalent of seven and a half meandering miles across the rambling desert, presenting an eagle’s-view impression of a multi-hued caterpillar, presented by man and beast crawling leisurely into an all but concealed destiny.

 

 

MONTHS HAD FLED, seemingly as fast as the Israelites had fled and, after the chosen of the Lord were at last secure, Jethro Hobab, Moses’ father-in-law, having traveled tirelessly from the steep, igneous mountains of Midian, down to the great camp of Israel, had delivered Moses’ wife, Zipporah, safely back to him. Nonetheless, the descent of Zipporah did not sit well in the prideful heart of Miriam, Moses’ sister, for Zipporah, Moses’ wife, was a black woman of Ethiopia.

 

     “Why must this unclean cousin of Egypt have to dwell among us?” Miriam cried. “Have we not had enough of their spiteful ways while under those merciless thumbs from which we have finally rid ourselves?” Aaron, Moses’ brother, stood by Miriam’s side.

 

     “The Lord, delivered us,” Moses declared meekly; “—we, have done nothing other than the blood...out of faith…nothing, aside from the blood, and the spoiling of their wealth.”

 

     The LORD spoke suddenly to Moses and Aaron and Miriam, “Come out you three, unto the tabernacle of the congregation.” Whereupon, the LORD came down in the pillar of the cloud, stood in the door of the tabernacle, and called Aaron and Miriam aside. The Lord reprimanded them severely, His anger kindling against them, and He departed; and the cloud departed from the tabernacle.

 

And, behold,

Miriam became leprous,

white as snow

 

     Upon hearing Moses’ cry, “Heal her now, O God, I beseech thee,” the Lord said unto Moses, “If her father had but spit in her face, should she not be ashamed seven days? Let her be shut out from the camp seven days, and after that, let her be received in again.”

 

 

Words blazed forth from hasty lips throughout the entire camp. “Miriam sinned!” resounded everywhere there was a voice. “She liked white so,” an old tanned and wrinkled woman murmured, “the Lord gave her a dose of white all right. And now she would rather have healthy flesh of who cares what color than be in her way. The Lord deals with sinners, y’ know,” the old and wrinkled woman asserted frigidly as she ducked quickly into her booth.

 

 

BEFORE PARTING FROM THE CAMP of the Israelites, Jethro Hobab, Moses’ father-in-law, suggested to Moses the construction of the world’s first national judiciary assembly. In this manner did all the tribes of Israel thereafter remain.

 

 

DWELLING in the curtained tabernacle of the wilderness, in the midst of the swarming camp, was the Ark of the Covenant, designed by the Lord God, built by the hands of men. Moses had placed in the golden Ark the Ten Commandments (on two stones engraved by the everlasting Finger of the Lord), a golden pot filled with a portion of the manna God had sent down from Heaven, and Aaron’s rod that budded.

 

     The assemblage referred to the manna as the corn of Heaven: food of the Heavenly angels, translated by the barn-load from inside Heaven and into this world, from God to the children of God, who were spared the savage torments that had infested the desolated land of Egypt.

 

     The Ark was to be revered with a warning of strong cautions, for the mysterious power surrounding the Ark was hurled into the two eldest sons of Aharown, and they were now dead. Nadab and Abihu had mocked the Law of Moses by burning strange incense carelessly before the Arown of the Covenant.

 

     Although time had passed and was to pass, not a soul among the congregation of the Lord had lost from their memory the day Moses descended the mountain, with those Ten Commandments of his God, embraced so carefully, for Moses’ face had glowed more brilliantly than the center-glow of a tall candle, and the people feared him. Moses thereafter would remove the veil from his face only upon entering the Holy Place to stand before the Lord. From the day he returned with those stones of Law, until the day he was taken up and hidden by the angel of the Lord, when dealing directly with those in the encampment, Moses wore the veil.

 

Behold, the skin of his face shone;

and they were afraid to come nigh him

 

 

YEAR 1455 BC

 

CITY OF JERICHO

 

THE ISRAELITES had enjoyed their freedom from the violence of Egypt for many seasons. By the time they came upon a walled city called Jericho, the Lord’s stern decree of forty years in the wilderness had met its exacting fulfillment. Remembering his promise to Abraham and to Moses, the Lord God of Israel, the Lord of Hosts, utterly condemned and destroyed the City of Jericho, and would forever, from that time forward forever, avoid administration of activities within the boundaries of the City of Jericho. With this, Moses’ successor, Joshua the son of Nun, adjured them at that time, saying, “Cursed be the man before the LORD, that riseth up and buildeth this city Jericho: he shall lay the foundation thereof in his firstborn, and in his youngest son shall he set up the gates of it.”

 

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CONTEMPORARY ERA

 

WHEN THE YOUNG MAN RETURNED, the resident was still hanging loose in front of the store, talking with three of his friends. As they chatted, the young man walked his animal to a point approximately forty feet west of them, and left her standing alone on the paved edge of the road. The animal stood patiently in her place, not tethered, but motionless, as the man came forth and entered the store.

 

     By virtue of the Earth’s rotation, several minutes dissolved into an eternity to be, and the man exited with a chocolate candy bar and stepped into the sunlight. With his back leaning gently against the outside wall of the store, he lowered his torso carefully until relaxing flatly upon his leather thongs.

 

     The young man sat silently while eating his candy. When the confection wrapper could offer no more flattery to the tongue, he rose effortlessly to his feet, released the bodiless wrapper into a waste receptacle, and walked to his animal, but no farther. He raised his thumb, and the very first vehicle: a beat-up blue jalopy of a pickup truck screeched to a halt. The driver alighted from the cab, lowered the tailgate, and allowed the animal to hop into the bed of the truck. The young man entered the cab, and westward they drove. He and his animal had not stood hitchhiking long enough for the resident to light a cigarette, and now the hiker was gone. This spectacle happened so fast that the resident thought he had encountered a dream, and its memory immediately engraved itself into his highly impressionable heart.

 

     The strange part of this whole quasi-Shakespearean scene: Habit was, no stranger ever visited those hills without being interrogated by at least one of them good mountain aristocrats. Outsiders were suspected of you name what, until the local boys got used to them. The resident’s hardcore, beer-drinking buddies sputtered not the laziest three-letter taunt to the young man: not a word. Not the toughest of mankind could speak to him, as though an impenetrable window existed between him and anyone standing near him. The resident could not grasp the peculiarity of the situation: A stranger in this territory, and everything’s peaceful? Stranger yet, the young man had used a tiny nugget of gold to pay for his candy bar, a nugget he modestly explained to the surprised clerk, “I just found….” She said his soft voice was amazingly courteous. She could not describe the graciousness of his voice to a tee, but she did say, “The nugget would have paid for forty candy bars!” For a solid week, the young man was the principal talk of the town. The entire community knew he had walked among them, but not a soul could utter a single word to him.

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YEAR 1077 BC

 

LAND OF ISRAEL

 

WITH THE BOLDNESS OF A HE-LION, King Saul, a fierce and mighty man of the tribe of Benjamin (and there was not among the children of Israel a goodlier person than he; and from his shoulders and upward, he was tallest among all his people) had ruled the tribes of Israel for twenty-three untamed years. Saving that war was now pending within the borders encompassing the land, all was at rest.

 

 

In those same days, into the sprawling war-camp of the king came running a young and scrawny lad called David: the youngest son of Jesse the Bethlehemite; and David admired both the Lord God and the king. David, pleasant to catch sight of and until this time tenderhearted in his nature and just thirteen robust years of age, was bringing parcels of food his father had selflessly prepared and sent along for the feeding of three of David’s older brothers—assigned within the war camp of Israel.

 

     Young David, wearing little more than a leathern girdle, raced eagerly through the countless and twisting avenues of military tents and shelters, hopping and sidestepping inactive instruments of war lying randomly before the wind-flapping openings of the closely quartered lodgings of the soldiers. Upon delivering the tasty breads and the meats from his father into the hand of the keeper of the carriage, and finding the army was going forth to the fight, and shouting for the battle, David ran into their midst, found, and saluted his three older and powerfully built brothers. As he talked with them, an enormous giant, Goliath by name, a Gittite, came near to the camp of Israel, spitting the same raging defiance into their faces, as he had in the past, and shaming all the men of Israel.

 

     The soldiers of Israel fled from before the giant; and as they did, David spoke with the men that were near him, and asked, “What shall be done to the man that kills this Philistine?”

 

     “It shall be,” they replied, but in haste, “that the man who kills him, the king will enrich him with great riches, and will give him his daughter, and make his father’s house free in Israel.”

 

     When Goliath approached the very army of Israel (who was yet fleeing from him), David heard him for himself and found this champion of terror to be a terror indeed. The Spirit of the Lord, however, entered young David and made him now a fierce countenance against the giant. Offended by David’s manifest enthusiasm, his three brothers hated and mocked him outwardly. “Go back. Go back, David! Get on back and take care of your lonely sheep, boy…!”

 

 

NEVERTHELESS, after he had gained by witness the grace of King Saul, young David remained in the camp. Moreover, having convinced and impressed the king by telling of experiences with wild beasts and steadfast confidence in the power of the Lord, David was allowed to leave the muted war camp—and three older brothers darkening behind a wicked veil of jealousy. Moving ever so faithfully through the subtle botany of the peaceful vale, with purple-veiled mountains, topped as if they were half-opened eyelids distantly guarding the commanding valley set before him, David prepared to challenge Goliath.

 

     Although in the observation, bravery standing tall, David was not entering without concern the vast and unconstrained arena. He paused: Jonathan’s armorbearer helped slay twenty Philistines recently. Joseph’s brothers, wanting to kill him, sold him into the hands of the Ishmeelites, depending on them to do away with him; Esau hated his brother, Jacob, and wanted to kill him; Abel killed by his brother, Cain… David was aware of the sibling rivalry existing without pity, and this rivalry often led so far as to the grave itself, and that, without regard.

 

     He moved farther into the great Valley of Elah, and spying a small brook, David walked first to its bank,

 

And he took his staff in his hand,

and chose him five smooth stones

out of the brook,

and put them in a shepherd’s bag

which he had,

even in a scrip;

and his sling was in his hand:

and he drew near to the Philistine

 

     Goliath (with his shield-bearer before him, his blood-hungry army having descended the mountain, returned to its foot and, intimidatingly close behind) sat blustering in the open field in the midst of the fertile lowland. Surveying through penetrating eyes from right to left and from left to right the war camp of his chosen enemy (having descended their mountain), Goliath soon observed this mere adolescent of a boy actually approaching him. The giant rose himself indolently to his feet, stared in unbelief, arched a crooked finger toward the incoming foe, turned and laughed hoarsely at his shield-bearer, turned again and began to draw pugnaciously near to young David.

 

     “Am I a dog, that you come to me with a staff? Come to me, stripling,” he growled impudently and with a thunderous voice, “and—I—will give your flesh to the fowls of the air!”.

 

     Without quiver in bone or sinew, David glared across the field and into the adamant face scowling upon the huge Philistine. “This day,” David yelled back, “will—the Lord—deliver you into my hand. And, I will take your head from you and give the corpses of your armies to the fowls filling the air and to the beasts lying wait in the field, so all the Earth may know there is a God in Israel!

 

     David shook his head in disgust. “Ahhh!” he breathed and, not allowing a doubt to impede his forecast, burst into an impatient and high-speed run, astonishing the boisterous giant into a glinting sneer of loathing. Goliath’s shield-bearer, a flurry of steps in soft retreat, distanced himself from the ensuing contest.

 

     With the fierceness and rage of a warrior, David’s naked feet applauded the solid earth beneath them swiftly, mocking at fear and, as they swallowed up the ground, were neither afraid nor turned back from the sword. Looking neither to the right nor to the left, with his head lowered into the wind, yet his eyes upon the enemy, David flung his staff with all his might westward in an abdicating fashion, reached deftly into his bag, drew forth a single smooth stone and, in the run, stuffed it quickly into the pouch of his sling.

 

     The Giant (his eyes following the path of the airborne staff, confused as to why this stripling had so cast off his weapon) gyrated his left fist in a swirling and self-confident manner. “AAAAAHH!” young David roared, as Goliath turned, refocusing his bewildered attention back toward his oncoming foe; but with a powerful and solitary overhand swing of its cords, David had already loosed the smooth stone from its leathern cradle, and had sunk the granite missile deep into the forehead, which shrieked into the brain of the suddenly descending human colossus. Blood shot bitterly through the lids of Goliath’s instantly bloating eyes exploding with flashes of brightly lit flares and searing pain; and as his failing loins relaxed themselves, the braggart crumbled, convulsing to his watery knees, falling forward flat on his face to the earth!

 

     David’s racing feet did not pause but finished their awesome run with a valiant leap onto the hairy, sweaty back of—his, newly depopulated giant. Undaunted in his pursuit, David unsheathed his ex-opponent’s sword, sprang gingerly to the ground; and with the arcing swing of a trained executioner sliced the steel angel of death through the sun-filled air, descending its razor-sharp edge as a strike of lightning through the neck of the Philistine, skillfully cleaving the master of the house from its forthcoming corpse. Bouncing with a quick hop and a tumble off the ground, the titan’s massive head plopped earthbound with a dull thud, and settled, glaring obliquely into its own now shivering jugular.

 

     Goliath’s eyes reflexed with twitching and wincing. His broad and thick open lips curled as if they were soft billowing waves of the high seas, with tongue attempting to form soundless words, as his lips and his tongue pursed outward and drooled and pursed outward again and sputtered their fine sprays of saliva and blood, bodilessly: Cannot rea — for — my shou — lers — Canno ree — fr m — shou — ler — ersssssss…. As these oblivious nightmares danced hideously upon the terrified face fronting Goliath’s head, a sickening wet gurgle rattled with a grim, unsettled noise within the fluttering throat at the end of the giant’s humbled remains. The earth and the giant’s spastic shoulders and horror-ridden face splashed abruptly with a viciously loosed river of gushing warm blood mingling with certain ungodly quantities of chugging stomach upheavals. Headless and bodily dead was he, and now dead for certain in the sight of the Philistine army!

 

     Unyielding in his spirit, but not forgetting the conditions that surrounded him, young David again leaped off the grasses and onto the giant’s dismembered carcass; and, staring calmly into the soul of Goliath’s shield-bearer, David began to reach slowly and instinctively into his shepherd’s bag.

 

     The shield-bearer took note through a squint of his eyelids, spun, and ran in dread toward his camp. Discovering his brothers fleeing down the Valley of Elah and into the far horizon, the shield-bearer drove his speeding legs all the faster. The enemy of Israel was now firmly beneath the soles of young David’s feet!

 

 

GOLIATH’S DISCOLORING HEAD swung as if it were a sheafed lead pendulum (the top of its long locks of black hair tied firmly around a staff leveled and pointing in the same direction as the dead nose), hanging from a staff slung over David’s left shoulder, gripped tightly within his tanned fist as he returned to the war camp of Israel. As the young warrior approached the army of his people boldly (his three older brothers mingled at its forefront, with alternating and sober gazes), David, with his right hand jiggled the four remaining stones—openly—and viewed with hyphenated distrust the eyes of his father’s sons.

 

     His three older brothers, Eliab the firstborn, and next unto him, Abinadab, and the third, Shammah, looked first at young David, regarded the stones in his hand, considered the severed head of Goliath—his dead carcass now yellowing, filling with squirming flyblow—and, taking all these formidable exhibits prudently into account stumbled wisely to the side, allowing him to pass. David was now a young man of war, an awfully cunning young man of war!

 

REMEMBERING that the death of Goliath would surely give life to an inevitable victory, the whole army of Zion chased the Philistines into the realm of the grave, looting their belongings quickly afterward! As the last of Israel streamed across the great Valley of Elah, they could see from their distance the multitude of fowl and the beasts and the lions in the fields of those fearful days tearing and clawing violently away at the flesh of the damned. The Lord God had in a stroke delivered David a son of Jesse the Bethlehemite, and the whole House of Israel, from the enemy bent on the destruction of His chosen.

 

 

DAVID rushed fleet-footed to his tent and promptly secured the giant’s armour within, lest scheming or jealous men with second thoughts were to consider instigating against the young warrior’s magnificent victory.

 

And as David returned

from the slaughter of the Philistine,

 

Abner, the son of Ner, the captain of King Saul’s host, took him, with the head of the Philistine in his hand, and brought him before Saul. In a time to come, David would take the slowly drying (but fly.less) head of Goliath to Jerusalem.

 

 

The hand of God and years of adventure had established David as King in Israel; and, regarding his three older brothers and Jonathan the son of King Saul, King David took his son Solomon aside and taught him this relative proverb.

 

A friend loveth at all times,

and a brother is born for adversity

 

 

YEAR 701 BC

 

LAND OF ISRAEL

 

THE CHILDREN of Israel cursed and mocked at the warnings of Isaiah the Prophet and laughed him to scorn.

 

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CONTEMPORARY ERA

 

STATE OF ISRAEL

 

AL-QUDS WAS NOW BURNING out of control. Members of Hamas and related organizations were running madly, scurrying, scrambling over their brothers, accelerated by their disdain, their unadulterated hatred swelling their veins, torching every tangible element in their path, murdering helpless tourists, Jews, fleeing Christians, and even their own, without the slightest regard.

 

     The Fundamentalists had gone wild, tempestuous of thought, raging in their minds, savage frenzy and utter confusion in their hands. Allah had turned against them. “The bomb!” a man screamed. “The bomb! Is Zayed guarding the bomb?” Since the rising, not a man cared or could give a damn! The sole theme in their racing hearts was the destruction of al-Quds and the people of the Book.

 

The night cometh,

when no man can work

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YEAR 601 BC

 

LAND OF ISRAEL

 

THE PRINCES of Israel mocked and cackled at the warnings of Jeremiah the Prophet and threw him bodily into a dungeon.

 

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YEAR AD 1939

 

AUSTRIA

 

JOHN esteemed the mountain range serenely beautiful as he led his llama along a narrow and winding trail toward a tiny village nestled at its end. Curious and glistening eyes were exposing star-like blinks through shaded clusters of thickly leafed boughs upon high and spreading branches and the low and edging foliage on either side of the blossoming corridor, inspecting the travelers and their briefly unoccupied footprints strolling deftly into the dusty ground. Talkative brooks were composing and comparing infinite melodies and endless songs into the whorls of ripples, plunging their ever-newly-arranged notes lightly over and around smooth cobbles and heaps of little pebbles. The Apostle had trekked these lush and vibrant hills in the past, but those days were so long ago, so very, very long ago.

 

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YEAR 1

 

LAND OF ISRAEL

 

A COLLECTION OF SHEPHERDS were in the fields, compassed by a chilling wind beneath a cold and emotionless moon, watching their flock by night as a ewe gave birth to its lamb. The ewe did deliver well, the shepherds decided, though the wet and shivering lamb bleated in sad confusion through the frostbiting night and had wandered aimlessly for five detached minutes until it had at last found warmth near the breast of her beckoning mother.

 

     The following morning was warm but breezy, a variety of dry leaves were playing tumbling games across the pastureland, and dancing flippantly between striding legs of shepherds; and, in the midst of this frolic of nature, a cheerful, old gray-haired Jew with his littered-burro came a waddling side by side down from the City of Jerusalem. Finally entering the green and rambling meadow, the old Jew meekly approached the shepherds, bartered for but a flick out of time, opened his leathern sack and, with a shekel and a broken shekel, selected and purchased from the grazing flock a young lamb without blemish. The old Jew, to redeem himself from his recent sins, would have a priest at the temple built in Jerusalem offer to the Lord God this fine and spotless lamb.

 

     With the wooly and wiggling sacrifice in tow, tied tight to the wobbly litter, the old Jew, with the burro drawing the lamb-laded framework, shuffled off to their germane destination. As the aged customer and his living train were disappearing into the purple, awakening hills, the shepherds returned to their everyday tasks. Becoming more reflective of the depth and breadth of his duty, one of the shepherds smiled and praised loudly, “If not for the thousands of saviors we and our brethren watch over, we Hebrew children of God would go to our graves—unredeemed. Thank the good Lord for the covenant of God, my brothers. Peace! And meal to be bought!”

 

———

 

…and the virgin’s name was Mary

 

And the angel came in unto her, and said,

Hail, thou that art highly favoured,

the Lord is with thee:

blessed art thou among women

 

thou shalt conceive in thy womb,

and bring forth a son,

and shalt call his name JESUS

 

     Mary puzzled at hearing these words. “How shall this be, seeing I know not a man?”

 

     “The Holy Ghost,” the angel replied, “shall come upon you, and because of this, that holy thing, which shall be born of you, shall be called the Son of God….

 

     The angel further told Mary that her cousin Elisabeth was now with child, and it would not be long before the babe was born. These words now sealed within her guileless heart truly inspired Mary to visit Elisabeth. Keeping her angelic visitation to herself, Mary prepared immediately to leave.

 

And Mary arose in those days,

and went into the hill country with haste,

into a city of Juda;

 

And entered into the house of Zacharias,

and saluted Elisabeth

 

     When Elisabeth heard the salutation of Mary, for Elisabeth's eyes were waxing dim, and she could just see a feminine silhouette in the open door, the babe leaped in her womb, and Elisabeth became filled with the Holy Ghost. Having stepped slowly through the open doorway, and having turned and viewed Mary's face in the sunlight, and taken completely by this inner power of Holy Authority, old Elisabeth spoke out with a loud and commanding voice: “Blessed are you among women, and blessed is the fruit of your womb… And whence is this to me, that the mother of my Lord should come to me? Blessed is she who believed, for there shall be a performance of those things which were told her from the Lord.”

 

     These Holy Words of prophecy fully penetrated Mary’s soul, and she grasped her own stomach instantly, her young eyes widening into a blissful glaze and, nearly breathless, she bent in the middle and leaned forward, steadying herself at the edge of the kneading table. “The very moment…you said blessed is the fruit of my womb…, Elisabeth—I was filled. The power of the Highest has overshadowed me, as promised me. The word—The word you have spoken has come upon me, and now furnished am I. Now a mother! My soul does magnify the Lord, and my spirit has rejoiced in God my Savior. For he has regarded the low estate of his handmaiden, for behold, from this very moment onward, all generations shall call me blessed.

Now, Mary was with child, as so with her cousin Elisabeth, and no one could remark with reproach.

 

 

TWO YEARS AFTER THE BIRTH OF CHRIST

 

LAND OF ISRAEL

JERUSALEM

 

NIGHT HAD BLANKETED the sleepy land by the time the wise men had exited cautiously from behind the walls of the luxurious palace of Herod. The chief priests and the scribes knew where the Messiah was to be born, they had answered that correctly, but they knew not how to interpret the sacred scrolls: God had not opened their intellectual eyes. The wise men, having waited two years before traveling to Jerusalem, and reasoning: “The Holy Scriptures revealed that our Messiah will come out of Bethlehem,” again studied into the arching heavens of all the Land of Israel. The star was nigh, and the star was low: the oracular star of salvation….

 

There shall come a Star out of Jacob,

and a Sceptre shall rise out of Israel

 

     The Sacred Scriptures were more exact than at first perceived. The Prophet Micah had written: out of Bethlehem…shall he come forth unto me that is to be ruler in Israel,’ not in Judah, but in Israel—Nazareth, Israel—and all Israel! Certainly, the star would radiance the north of Judah—in Israel.

 

     Allowing the star of the Lord to guide them (rather than the misleading guesses offered by Royal Clergy), the wise men, after securing the peace of the family, entered the house of Joseph and Mary in Nazareth, Israel.

 

And when they were come into the house,

They saw the young child with Mary his mother,

and fell down, and worshipped him:

and when they had opened their treasures,

They presented unto him gifts;

Gold, and frankincense, and myrrh

 

     Days before leaving their eastern seaside domicile by the tower, the wise men had decided, “We will bring him gold, for it is written: ‘…they shall make the Ark of the Covenant of shittim wood…of this and that dimension, and they shall overlay it with pure gold…they shall make upon it a crown of gold round about.’ Moreover, we will bring him gifts of frankincense, for it is written: ‘Take unto thee sweet spices, stacte, and onyacha, and galbanum; these sweet spices with pure frankincense…thou shall make it a perfume, and put it before the Ark. It shall be unto you most holy.’ We will bring him myrrh, for it is written: ‘Take thou also unto thee three principal spices, of pure myrrh…with other spices, and thou shall make thee an oil of holy ointment…and thou shall anoint the Ark of the Covenant.’

 

     “By these,” the wise men concluded, “the world should be made to understand the mighty personage and the royal name and supremacy of this begotten King, who is to rule the prophets and now all Israel: the voice from above the mercy seat of the Ark—the Lord of hosts—the Son of God.”

 

———

 

YEAR 1494 BC

 

THE WILDERNESS OF SINAI

 

MOSES took the anointing oil and anointed the tabernacle of the congregation and all that was therein and sanctified them therewith, and the ark of the testimony, and Aaron, the first high priest of the children of Israel, and his sons, and consecrated them that they might minister unto the Lord in the priest’s office. Following the blessing of the Holy Ark of the Covenant and the sprinkling of Same, and the act of the consecration of the holy sacrifice, the heavens pealed.

 

And for an unclean person

they shall take of the ashes

of the burnt heifer of purification for sin,

and running water shall be put thereto

in a vessel

 

And a clean person shall take hyssop,

and dip it in the water, and sprinkle it...

upon the persons that were there

———

 

YEAR APPROXIMATELY AD 30

 

LAND OF ISRAEL

 

Then will I sprinkle

clean water upon you

 

JESUS WADED a short distance into the shallow shore waters of the Jordan and was baptized by Prophet John the Baptist, whose coming had been prophesied by the prophet Ezekiel. With the anointing accomplished, Jesus’ face was peaceful, content, and more compassionate than ever, as He turned and waded straightway and onto the cool shoreline. As He stepped onto the bank of the river, there came a voice from Heaven.

 

 

TIME PASSED, AND AS JOHN THE BAPTIST, the son of a white-haired temple priest, stood dutifully warning his listeners of the menacing harms, which could without warning be cast upon them lest they repented, he was arrested by soldiers of Herod and dragged hastily off to prison. John, while the presiding angels of God hid the spirit of agony, was afterward beheaded with the sword by reason of a woman. Herod’s wife, Herodias, had cursed the Lord’s prophet to the sword, not unlike the curse of long-dead King Ahab’s wife, Jezebel, in her prophecy against Elijah the Tishbite prophet, who the Lord had ordained to presage and prepare His coming into His glory.

 

And Jesus increased in wisdom and stature,

and in favour with God and man

 

NOW, UPON THE THIRD DAY, there was a marriage in Cana of Galilee; and the mother of Jesus (who was wise, tall, strengthened by His trade, and in favor with God and man) was there. What is more, both Jesus and his disciples, men having listened recently to the wisdom of this carpenter, were called to the marriage.

 

     When they wanted wine, the mother of Jesus said to Him, “They have no wine.”

 

     Jesus replied to His mother, “Woman, what have I to do with you? My hour is not yet come.”

 

     Seemingly disregarding her Son’s words, His mother called upon the servants. “Whatsoever he says to you, do it.”

 

     Jesus raised His eyes toward His mother, Who is this speaking? and beckoned to the servants. “Fill the waterpots with water,” whereupon, they filled them up to the brim.

 

My son, hear the instruction of thy father,

and forsake not the law of thy mother

 

 

NOT LONG AFTER THESE DAYS, Jesus came to a man named Matthew, also called Levi, the son of Alphaeus, sitting at the receipt of custom. Jesus said to him, “Follow me,” and he arose and followed Him.

 

 

IN LEVI’S OWN HOUSE, he set in order a great feast for Jesus; and many publicans and others sat with them. The scribes and the Pharisees, who were among the company of the feast, taking keen note of the mixed assemblage, solicited busy-bodily to his disciples, “Why does your master break bread with publicans and sinners?” With this graceless incitement under way, they likewise, but in muffled tones, protested against Jesus’ disciples, saying, “Why do—you—eat and drink with publicans and sinners?”

 

     When Jesus heard this, He said to them, “They that are whole have no need of the physician, but they that are sick. I came not to call the righteous, but sinners to repentance. But go and learn what that means, and I will have mercy, and not sacrifice.”

 

     Sitting and inclining near the end of a crowded table, a quick-witted disciple leaned toward another, softened his brows, and touched the man’s shoulder. “Just how righteous does a man have to be, before God gives him enough perfect health to avoid our sacrificing physician?”

 

———

 

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN of delicate build, modest attire, and meager possessions, who they referred to as the elderly rabbi, enjoying the days of his declining years in peace, beneath the roof of his timeworn yet sturdy little house of sunburned brick, when his only son, a very rich man, tall, lanky, and clothed in colorful new robes, who had followed not in his father’s Faith-filled calling, entered through the doorway.

 

     “Father, how comforting it is to find you here!”

 

     “Batsa, My son! Shalom! Shalom! Come over here by the light of this window, and let me see you. How are you this day?” his father invited joyfully, greeting him with a hug, and a kiss on both cheeks.

 

     “Oh, I do not know, Father,” Batsa asserted, but somewhat snobbishly. “ If it were left to me—”

 

     “A little louder, my son. The daughters of music sing lowly these days.”

 

     “If it were left to me, Father,” Batsa accentuated, but with more intensity, “I would retrieve the dust of my fields from the heads of my laborers. They steal my land with the help of their friend—the wind.”

 

     “But the poor also are they who purchase from your fields,” his father declared, handing him a large red pomegranate. “They support you,” he laughed, “Let them have a pinch of dust with your melons.”

 

     “—I, would give them not a spent spew of my breath,” Batsa raved, as he lifted the pomegranate to his distorting lips. “A more useless lot could not be found, Father. The weakest prince from our temple would give me a worthier profit from the bend of his back than ten of these, these slothfuls do while they are bending theirs to drink free water from—MY—brook!”

 

     “Oh, you are so wrong, my son,” his father replied amiably, attempting to placate this scene and move himself toward an old oaken bench by a well-used reading and scribing table. “Few men born into wealth would work, or even stoop himself low enough for the wages his own help receive.”

 

     Glaring at the old man, Batsa steamed instantly defensive, “Father! Why do you always take their side? Am I not your son?”

 

     “Batsa,” the old rabbi contended as he leaned his torso to the bench, “not a soul favor I in this matter of your heart. But I am familiar with the princes well enough to—”

 

     “The princes! The princes, Father,” Batsa cried sharply, “I am a prince, and I do my laborers a service by providing this toil to fill their pockets, and their worthless hours. They should be grateful that God has placed a man of my position before them.”

 

     “Batsa…” the aging rabbi pleaded, “stop and consider,” adding a humble smile: “The poor men of your fields are constantly striving to beg your sympathies, by their labors—Oh, why do you joy so at bringing me grief every time you visit?”

 

     “I joy not at bringing you grief, Father. But they steal the soil of my land, in their shoes, and do not give the slightest thought to shaking it from their feet before they depart at night. I hate—”

 

     A body rose, spindly knees straightened, and a burning slap fell deftly from the old rabbi’s open hand—burning across the rich man’s puckering mouth. “Get out of here! Get out of my house, and do not return. You are no longer my son. You bring shame upon the whole house of Levi!”

 

     “But, Fath—

 

     “You pant after the dust of the earth on the heads of the poor,” his father rebuked, “and turn aside the cause of the meek. Your reputation is spread over the land as dung, as you and your very son have gone in unto the same maid to profane the Holy Name of God. I pray for you, my young LeviteNow get out of my house!”

 

     “But, Father, you don’t believe

 

     “Get out of my house, I said. Now get out of here!”

 

———

 

CONTEMPORARY ERA

 

WORLDWIDE

 

SEISMOGRAPHICAL READINGS the world over were ringing violently: Carlsbad, New Mexico—seven points Richter; Brasilia, Brazil—ten points Richter; Virginia Beach, Virginia—twelve-points Richter; Taichung, Taiwan—nine points Richter, to mention only an incredibly few locations where Destruction was caressing her new family of victims.

 

     The world was slowing. International clocks were being reset a minute slower, by subterfuge; and the blue and green Earth’s populace, fearful of their very life, was wondering, panicking, considering new yet uncertain destinations.

 

     Although many were enduring the tremendous discomforts, the sun shined brightly and hot: hotter onto the flesh of both the poor and the rich, the weak and the strong: hotter by ten and twenty degrees above normal. Manufacturers of sun-repelling clothing (foil-shielded fabrics lined with lightweight linens and cottons) were profiting greatly, covering the fearful who found courage to walk the streets; and scientists were now predicting temperatures as high as a hundred and twenty-five engine-blowing, doorknob-scalding degrees daily to hit the summertime areas of the Earth within a month. “But you have no need to panic,” was heralded ingeniously through the news media: “Government astrophysicists have concluded that this phenomenon will last only about another three months, after which, the usual weather patterns will return.”

 

———

 

YEAR AD 31

 

LAND OF ISRAEL

 

JESUS AND HIS DISCIPLES sailed over to the other side of the sea, into the country of the Gadarenes and the Gergesenes. When Jesus had disembarked the ship, immediately a man who was living in the tombs met Him: a man filled with a legion of unclean spirits. Seeing Jesus afar off, he ran and worshiped Him. Jesus said to the unclean spirits, “Come out of the man, you unclean spirits.”

 

Now there was there nigh unto the mountains

a great herd of swine feeding

 

And all the devils besought him, saying,

Send us into the swine,

that we may enter into them

 

     Forthwith, Jesus gave them leave, and the unclean spirits went out of the man and entered the swine (about two thousand); and the herd ran violently down a steep place and into the sea and was drowned.

 

     Those who kept them fled and went their ways into the city and told everything, and what had befallen—to the possessed of the devils.

 

And, behold,

the whole city came out to meet Jesus:

and when they saw him, they besought him

that he would depart out of their coasts

 

for they were taken with great fear

 

     Jesus and his disciples entered a ship and prepared to pass over to the other side of the lake. While in the midst of their brief journey, the apostles broke their timid silence, and spoke among themselves.

 

     “Those who came from the city, did you see their eyes? They were as the man at the tombs before Jesus cast out those devils. And those devils, same as those men from the city—feared the presence of the Lord. Do you suppose those unclean spirits Jesus had loosed to the swine…after drowning the swine—Do you suppose they…?”

 

I have spread out my hands all the day

unto a rebellious people

 

A people that provoketh me

to anger continually

 

Which remain among the graves,

and lodge in the monuments,

which eat swine’s flesh,

and broth of abominable things

is in their vessels

 

Which say, Stand by thyself,

come not near to me;

for I am holier than thou.

These are a smoke in my nose

 

Behold, it is written before me:

I will not keep silence, but will recompense,

even recompense—into their bosom

 

———

 

IN THE EARLY MORNING, Jesus came again into the temple, and the people came unto Him; and He sat with them, and taught.

 

     Putting a despicably filthy plan into action, a small band of scribes and Pharisees (half of them missing half their grimy and crumbling teeth; and half of them missing half their grayed and thinning hair; and half of them missing more than half their expired and long-buried youth) brought to Jesus a woman taken in adultery; and when they had set her in His midst, they confronted Him.

 

     “Master, this woman was taken in adultery, in the very act. Now Moses commanded us in - the - Law, that such should be stoned, but what do you say?” This they said, tempting him, that they might find a reason to accuse him.

 

     Jesus, however, kneeled and, utterly ignoring them, as though He had full and repulsive knowledge of their collective deed and had heard them not, with His finger, wrote upon the ground.

 

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9

 

8

 

7

 

6

 

     Only half pacified but now rather disoriented, the scribes and the Pharisees lingered on the subject until Jesus lifted Himself and frowned lightly at those who had taken the woman in adultery.

 

     “He who is without sin among you, let him first—cast a stone at her.”

 

     These words spoke Jesus as if He were giving them a choice, and He again kneeled and wrote upon the ground.

 

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4

 

3

 

2

 

1

 

     Those who heard these symbols of righteousness speaking out of the ground and into their heart, convicted by their own conscience, withdrew themselves a man at a time, beginning with the oldest even unto the last—figuratively as the tenth unto the one.

 

     The glorious finger of God had written the first set of laws on tables of stone; and now the finger of God had written them again, on the stony dust of the ground at the temple, and into the hearts of the woman’s accusers, laws neither the scribes nor the Pharisees could attain to…let alone throw—dis.regardless.

 

But if I with the finger of God cast out devils,

no doubt the kingdom of God is come upon you

 

———

 

Then he called his twelve disciples together,

and gave them power and authority

over all devils, and to cure diseases

 

And he sent them to preach the kingdom of God,

and to heal the sick

 

And the apostles, when they were returned,

told him all that they had done

 

———

 

 

JANUARY 1998

 

UNITED STATES OF AMERICA

NEW YORK CITY

 

APOSTLE OF EVIL,” U.S. District Judge Kevin Duffy declared as he sentenced Yousef Ramzi to spend the rest of his life in prison. “Two hundred and forty years…!”

 

     “Yes, I am a terrorist and am proud of it,” Ramzi retorted. “I support terrorism as long as it is used against the United States and Israel. You are more than terrorists; you are butchers, liars, and hypocrites.”

 

     Ramzi’s protracted prison conviction followed separate trials against him for the nineteen ninety-three World Trade Center bombing, in which he played a key role in the ruthless murders of six human beings and the injuring of a thousand others, and the fatal bombing of a plane flown by Philippines Airlines in the year of nineteen ninety-four. Moreover, Yousef had contributed plans as a major player to blow up innumerable U.S. airliners.

 

And the great dragon was cast out,

that old serpent, called the Devil, and Satan,

which deceiveth the whole world:

he was cast out into the earth,

and his angels were cast out with him

 

     Ramzi had arrived in the United States and had joined himself to a hornet’s nest of Islamic extremists who were already purchasing chemicals, planning to destroy the World Trade Center. The night of the bombing, Yousef’s cowardly feet tired of the United States, leaving behind vehement letters threatening more terrorism and denouncing United States’ support of Israel. During the first thirty days after the attack, the Federal Bureau of Investigation arrested more than a dozen Islamic extremists. Finally, in nineteen ninety-five, Ramzi was subdued easily, jailed in Pakistan and, soon afterward, deported to the United States.

 

     In addition to the decree, the judge foreseeing a possibility that someone could possibly be “perverse enough to buy your story,” imposed a four and a half million-dollar penalty against Yousef Ramzi and ordered him to pay two hundred and fifty million dollars in compensation so moneys from potential book or movie contracts would go to the families of the unfortunate victims.

 

     Before fully closing the session of light, Judge Kevin Duffy leaned his elbow on the bench, and peered over his glasses. “You are a follower of death and destruction…your god, your master, your one and only devotion. …I recommend, Yousef…you remain in solitary confinement for the duration of your entire sentence. This treatment is reserved for people like you, who spread plague and pestilence throughout the world. Court’s adjourned.”

 

And I saw an angel come down from heaven,

having the key of the bottomless pit

and a great chain in his hand

 

And he laid hold on the dragon, that old serpent,
which is the Devil, and Satan,

and bound him a thousand years

 

And cast him into the bottomless pit,

and shut him up, and set a seal upon him,

 

———

 

YEAR AD 31

 

LAND OF ISRAEL

 

…the Lord appointed other seventy also,

and sent them two and two

before his face

into every city and place,

whither he himself would come

 

And the seventy returned again with joy,

saying, Lord, even the devils

are subject unto us through thy name

 

     Smiling lovingly at hearing these words, Jesus said to them,

 

I beheld Satan as lightning fall from heaven

 

     The seventy awed among themselves, “How could Jesus be here on the Earth and yet at the same time be looking at us from heaven? Truly, what manner of prophet is he…?”

 

     Remembering a past conversation, a young man by name of Shemaiah, numbered among the seventy disciples, added to this observation. “Nathanael, of the countless others like us, told me not long ago, that when the Apostle Philip heard Jesus speaking at Bethsaida, not far from Bethabara, where John was first seen baptizing—where Elijah the Prophet had once walked—Philip went near a half-day’s journey from Bethsaida to Cana and found Nathanael sitting beneath a fig tree. Philip beckoned him to take the day and return with him ‘…and meet this Jesus, this man of whom Moses wrote.’ Shortly after they arrived and stood in the Lord’s presence, Jesus told Nathanael, ‘Before Philip called you, when you were under the fig tree, I saw you.’ So you see, my brothers, this Jesus of Nazareth has looked at us from heaven, on others, long before he looked upon us casting out Satan.”

 

     Additionally inspired, another responded. “Nathanael spoke those same words in my ears and told me further that the Lord told him, ‘Truly, I tell you, From now on you shall see heaven open and the angels of God ascending and descending upon the Son of man.’ And Nathanael, since that day, has witnessed the body of a dead man, whose spirit of life had ascended off the Earth into God, and the Lord bringing the spirit of that dead man back to him. And remember, Jesus had first told Nathanael, ‘upon the Son of man’: as though it was—upon the Son of man’s command!”

 

 

JESUS, while teaching in the treasury of the temple, riled the pride of a group of indignant Jews, and they lashed at Him with an insulting pretext. “You are not yet fifty years old, and have you seen Abraham?”

 

     Jesus’ eyes did not flicker as He listened to their jeers and, as they ebbed, He replied. “Truly, truly, I say to you, before Abraham was, I am.”

 

     Believing these words to be blasphemy, the Jews took stones up immediately to cast at Him; but Jesus hid Himself, went from the temple, progressed subtly through the midst of his accusers, and so passed by the offended.

 

     His disciples scurried along behind; but as Jesus was moving swiftly through the ample halls and corridors, He, seeing a man who had suffered blindness from his birth, came to a sudden halt. His disciples, in fear of the Jews and amazed at Jesus, urged Him to move on with haste. “Master, the Jews are set to kill you, and you prevent your steps—here?

 

     Their fretful pleas not prevailing, however, they at last gave in to His fearless compassion and motioned to Him and to he who was blind,

 

Master, who did sin,

this man, or his parents,

that he was born blind?

 

     A gentile watching from the midst of the throng heard the disciple’s words, and pondered: Where could the blind man have lived to sin before he was born? What is this Jesus teaching these men? Furthermore, a man named Nicodemus, witnessing this unusual affair, gazed at his rabbi companion. “That Rabbi Jesus a good while ago had told me no man had ascended into Heaven, unless he had first come down from Heaven; and I believe I am now beginning to understand what he meant, I believe so….”

 

     The gentile overheard Nicodemus, tapped him on the back, and spoke softly. “You are a master of Israel, have you ever read a verse written in the books of your Faith, that tells you, men of this world were first in a sort of heaven?”

 

     Nicodemus half-turned toward the man. “Now, it seems so, my friend,” he whispered, but raised his voice slightly, somewhat agog. “The Lord’s Prophet Jeremiah wrote: ‘A glorious high throne from the beginning is the place of our sanctuary…and they that depart from me shall be written in the Earth…’ Only today am I beginning to comprehend these things. But if Paradise—is Heaven, to where we Jews hope to someday ascend, Adam and Eve, our Earthly parents, to be our Earthly parents must have first met with banishment from Heaven—or Paradise, as the case may be. What is more, I did hear John the Baptist say this Jesus is the true Light, which lights every man coming into this world. John’s words are becoming more reasonable as I stand here. According to them, we came into this world…apparently from somewhere, but somehow through our mother’s womb. But let us listen to Jesus….”

 

     Jesus considered the blind man, the disciple’s question, raised his eyes, and enlightened all of His followers. “Neither this man nor his parents have sinned; but, while it is day, I must work the works of he who sent me, that the works of God should be made manifest in him. The night is coming, in which no man can work.”

 

When he had thus spoken,

he spat on the ground

and made clay of the spittle,

and he anointed the eyes of the blind man

with the clay

 

     “Go now” Jesus comforted, “and wash in the pool of Siloam.”

 

     The blind man went quickly on his way therefore and washed and returned—seeing.

 

     The multitude rejoiced unboundedly and, as they did, a young and stout disciple widened his lips into a broad smile and whispered to a couple of nearby friends, excitedly. “If the blind man had no sin and was created without his eyes full in tact, God—owed him his sight!” The stout disciple’s mind was reeling with awed perception, and his tongue could not be stopped. “Our master here did that which the Lord did during The Creation, when he formed Adam.” The young follower nearly fainted in adoration, his whispering words streaming steadily into the ears of his companions. “He formed man of the freshly misted dust of the ground—clay, yes? Jesus’ spittle was as the mist that went up from the Earth in the beginning and watered the whole face of the ground. Now the flesh of Jesus himself is from the dust of the Earth, as with all of us. But this time, the mist of the Lord descended, and the dust of the earth rose up and repaired the face of this man. Jesus just completed the work—of God himself!” The young man was beside himself with praises for Jesus. “From the clay that Jesus’ misty spittle made from the dust of—this ground, he just now created and formed and put into this man’s head—his missing eyes!”

 

 

SOON AFTER THIS PROCESS OF CREATION, a gathering of Pharisees confronted the man who was born blind and made to see. “This man is not of God,” they declared jealously of Jesus. “Give God the praise. We know this man is a sinner.”

 

     Unilateral grilling showered from between grimacing teeth of the Jews and the Pharisees; but at length, and as though touched by the Holy Ghost, the blind man who was made to see, wholly unable to contain himself anymore, spoke. “Now we know, God hears not sinners; but if a man be a worshipper of God—and does his willhim he hears.

 

     “Since the world began, was it ever heard that a man opened the eyes of one who was born blind. If this man were not of God, he could do nothing.”

 

     Provoked to the quick by this straightforward allegory, which publicly inferred that these miracle-deficient religious leaders were obviously not of God (or they themselves might have long ago healed the blind man), the Pharisees spat indignantly back at him, “You were altogether born in sins, and do you teach us?” and cast him out of their resentful, publicly exposed, and jealous sight.

 

The diseased have ye not strengthened,

neither have ye healed that which was sick,

neither have ye bound up that which was broken,
neither have ye brought again

that which was driven away,

neither have ye sought that which was lost;

but with force and with cruelty have ye ruled them.

 

the

cup

 

 

provident WAS THE DAY THAT ARRIVED wherein the mother of Zebedee’s children approached with her apostle sons, James and John; and they worshiped Jesus and desired a certain thing of Him. She, the mother of Zebedee’s children, inquired directly. “Grant that these, my two sons, may sit, the one on your right hand and the other on the left, in your kingdom.”

 

     The children of Zebedee, wide-eyed and innocently paraphrasing their mother’s request, entreated the Lord, as well. “Grant unto us,” they petitioned, “that we may sit, one on your right hand and the other on your left hand, in your glory.”

 

     Jesus beheld the children of Zebedee, their eyes aglow with naive anticipation. “You know not what you ask. Are you able to drink of the cup that I shall drink of, and to be baptized with the baptism that I am baptized with?”

 

     “We are able,” James and John exulted delightedly as Jesus placed his hands upon their shoulders and searched affectionately into their youthful eyes. “You shall drink indeed of my cup, and with the baptism that I am baptized withal shall you be baptized. But to sit on my right hand, and on my left, is not mine to give, but it shall be given to them for whom it is prepared of my Father.”

 

———

 

DEEPER INTO THE SEASON OF HEALINGS, Jesus came at last to the edge of Jericho, a stormy-looking city, and healed a blind beggar. From there and among the marveling throng, Jesus entered and passed through Jericho, restoring not a soul within its borders. At the far side of Jericho, the city his servant Joshua had cursed centuries ago, He cleansed another blind beggar, and others, of their afflictions.

 

 

NOW, ON A CLEAR MORNING, when Jesus and His disciples were coming from Bethany, as they returned to the temple in Jerusalem, Jesus hungered.

 

And seeing a fig tree afar off having leaves,

he came, if haply he might find any thing thereon:
and when he came to it,

he found nothing but leaves;

for the time of figs was not yet

 

     Moved intentionally by the Spirit, Jesus said to the fig tree, “Let no man eat the fruit of you hereafter forever; and let no fruit grow on you henceforward forever.”

 

     Jesus’ disciples heard His prophetic disclosure, contemplated it, and amazed, “Seems as if our master, when he cursed the fig tree, was staring straight through it and directly at the temple. Will this temple, here in Jerusalem, be someday altogether vacant, void of fruition?”

 

     In a sweet, soft voice, Jesus preached to His chosen. “If you have faith and doubt not, you might say unto this mountain, ‘Be removed,’ and if you believe, it shall be done for you.”

 

     The Apostle John, the young—and more surprised—brother of the Apostle James, was sitting upon the earth before Jesus, and with the hearing of these mystifying words from his Master, his eyes grew wide with awe: Could this mountain of the Lord’s House be removed—by the command of a man? Why...? When...?

 

 

DURING His glorious transfiguration on the mount, in the presence of Peter, James, and John, when God told the apostles to listen to His Son, rather than to Moses or to Elijah, Jesus’ face glistened as the brightness of the sun, His raiment white as the light. As they descended the mountain, toward the plain near its mid plateau, following the foot-worn trails of the herdsmen, His disciples mentioned that the scribes had claimed, that before the Messiah could arrive, Elijah must come first. Jesus turned toward His apostles. “Elijah is indeed come, and they did to him as they desired, just as it was described of him in the Scriptures.” The apostles looked at one another, a true aura of bewilderment shading their guileless countenance, “Described of him in the Scriptures? Where in the Scriptures…?”

 

     They wondered further the significance of Jesus’ words, when He had told them and other of His disciples: “I tell you of a truth, there be some standing here, which shall not taste of death, ‘til they see the kingdom of God.”

 

     “Was the Kingdom of God going to manifest within a week or a year?” they queried among themselves. Other parables equally did the apostles astonish at as their Master spoke.

 

———

 

YEAR AD 1994

 

SIX CYLINDERS beneath the hood of a Ford van smacks of economy, but the six in that old eighty-two ran as though it were an experimental model released accidentally from the factory. The thousand-thirty-odd miles were finished, and gas and oil receipts totaling sixty-five dollars and eighty-six cents were now tucked in a tattered envelope in the motor cover’s compartment, as the driver pulled to the curb and a parking meter.

 

     Although as exhausting as an interminable marathon, the sojourner’s trip had proven to be near perfection, but for one day in the midst of his miles. He had entered a truck stop restroom, scrubbed his teeth, which were besieged with decay, convinced himself they revealed evidence of years of neglect and too many sugary candies; with his hands dished the water from tap to mouth; gargled twice and, raising his face to the mirror, moaned pathetically. “…how long do I have to live like this?”

 

     That was a dragging day, a disillusioning day, a day in which the horizon of hope was sinking faster than the sun. Confused, half depressed, anxious, doubtful of his next action, his next home, his next adventure, the transient had driven as if carried by a blinding wind of perplexities. That listless day had blended itself into an indifferent night absent of even a single star of gilded optimism. His confidence in his world-without-end lay barren before his misty gaze; white highway line after white highway line had raced past the side of his van; and those lines were yet winging toward him relentlessly through the darkness of his blinks. Ultimately, he laid his wired self onto his bed for that timeless medicine we call sleep.

 

     Lifting his finger to the side of his head, he, in a pensive fit of depression, his naked feet shoving the blankets to the wall of the van, had pretended to blow out his brains, filled with wrath at the weak mortal that he was, though alive and certain he would remain in that condition. Another lonely hour shoveled into the blast furnace of life, and he finished that melancholy night in an agitated tossing of intermittent slumberings.

 

 

THE COAST OR BUST; or bust what? Yet, here he was, finally, though nearly out of funds, in a looming cloud of discouragement, standing before that un-enchanting cafe across from that un-enchanting park by that un-enchanting ocean, with ever-dilute recollections of his friend and his gracious assistance, budding in his un-enchanted mind.

 

———

 

YEAR AD 32

 

LAND OF ISRAEL

 

JESUS’ BRIGHT AND BRONZY COMPLEXION contained the variant hues from His entire heritage, and not a prejudice bone lived in His holy Body. He was walking under the Nazarite vow of which Moses had written in the Scroll of Numbers. Moreover, approaching the third year of His Earthly ministry, Jesus’ black, bushy hair had grown to His waist, and His beard in like fashion; and the third Passover within Jesus’ ministry was drawing nigh.

 

His head is as the most fine gold,

his locks are bushy,

and black as a raven

 

…thy hair is as a flock of goats,

that appear from mount Gilead

 

     For nearly two years, Jesus had preached eternal life, healed the sick, and raised the dead. Nevertheless, the abundance of the fruit from this Tree was not yet to evolve. Once He had left a particular coast, many Sadducees and many others would scoff at His every word. “Behold the rubbish this troublemaker teaches about living forever,” they would smear into the hearts of those who had listened hope-filled to the Lord, “—only a fool would follow. Those new things he preached had nothing to do with what Moses meant when he gave us the laws and the statutes, which, if a man,” speaking mockingly, a wrinkling of adamant lips, “walks them all perfectly, he indeed will live on, as you see us do, and we know our destination—just as you know yours!”

 

 

PASSOVER had arrived, and at the end of Jesus’ last supper with them, tired, young John (the brother of James) leaned his curly and wheat-color-haired head upon Jesus’ breast and listened to both Jesus’ heart and His words. “Until now, I have spoken unto you in parables, but the time will come when I will no longer speak to you in parables, but I will show you the Father plainly.”

 

     The rest of the apostles (absent of the apostle Iscariot, who had departed the upper room in haste before the night had ended, but to merge himself into the night—and its end) mingled their roundabout scrutiny at their Master, His words; and, in His sweet, soft voice and loving manner, after having lifted his eyes to Heaven, Jesus, in the midst of praying to His Father, spoke these extraordinary words: “I pray for you to keep my apostles in this world, but keep them from the evil. I pray for them also which shall believe on me through their word…so they, too, may be one, even as we are one.”

 

 

the

cup

 

AT THE END OF THE HOLY REPAST, Jesus, going before His eleven apostles, faint sounds of their sandals descending the outside stairs attached to the house, led them up into the Mount of Olives. There, Jesus took aside with him Peter and James and John to watch with Him, and went and kneeled and wept in prayer, even as a frightened child might weep, and was heard in that he feared.

 

     “Abba…Abba!” Jesus sobbed. “O…my Father, if this cup may not pass from meexcept I drink itthy will be done.

 

     In this fateful night, in spite of the observable note that the enemies of God had fallen backward as though slain by the Spirit, them who opposed Jesus (after a betraying kiss and the healing of an ear) took Him peaceably from the hill and Jesus’ distressed apostles, and led Him to be tried before the numerous courts, false or ignorant, and the many false witnesses of those days.

 

     Although, through these exhausting ordeals, His accusers had no foreknowledge of the effects of their heinous actions, the Law of Moses, and of the prophets—had and would be fulfilled.

 

Faithful are the wounds of a friend;

but the kisses of an enemy are deceitful

 

 

YEAR 1494 BC

 

WILDERNESS OF SINAI

 

And he shall lay his hand

upon the head of his offering

 

 

YEAR AD 32

 

LAND OF ISRAEL

JERUSALEM

 

AS THE PRIESTS INTERROGATED JESUS, the sin-filled men in the court, and the horde of false witnesses roving vulturously about with their wide-open palms, randomly bashed Jesus’ face whensoever they pleased. Mixing their jealous hatred along with their desires, they whipped Jesus with unparalleled ferocity; and they spat upon Jesus and coiled their fingers into His beard, as prophesied in the Isaiah Scroll, ripping great locks from Jesus’ face, attempting to make fruitless His Nazarite vow. Furthermore, since the Man did not heavily bewail His miseries, they held Him tighter, beating Him all the harder: slapping Him, with their huge swinging palms, striking His blindfolded face as if severely punishing a harmless lamb—laying their vicious hands upon Him for every past sin ever committed by those drawn of the Father.

 

But he was wounded for our transgressions,

he was bruised for our iniquities:

the chastisement of our peace was upon him;

and with his stripes we are healed

 

     Those that belittled the goodness and the charity of the Man beat and spat upon Him repeatedly until He was wet with blood and all their contemptuous filth; and they hated Him with all their vengeful, spiteful might.

 

I gave my back to the smiters,

and my cheeks to them that plucked off the hair:

I hid not my face from shame and spitting

 

HAVING BOUND Jesus WITH CORDS: “Lies are a bargain against the price of a sword!” the Jews led Him hurriedly from the palace of the high priest, who was called Caiaphas, and afterward delivered Him to Pontius Pilate, the governor.

 

     Pilate saith unto the chief priests and to the people: “No fault do I find in this man.”

 

And ye shall offer that day

when ye wave the sheaf

an he lamb without blemish

 

 

PONTIUS PILATE FREED a scantily attired Barabbas: son of the fathers—the result of the priests—and Barabbas fled into the wilderness, lest Pilate should change his mind and call him back. The Law of Moses was again fulfilled:

 

And Aaron shall cast lots upon the two goats;

one lot for the LORD,

and the other lot for the scapegoat

 

But the goat,

on which the lot fell to be the scapegoat,

shall be presented alive before the LORD,

to make an atonement with him,

and to let him go

for a scapegoat into the wilderness

 

 

THE SOLDIERS (uniformed for public duty, sanguine belts of Roman armor compassing their waists, and helmeted if there should happen to be a Jewish breach in the peace) took Jesus into the common hall, and tore His clothes sadistically from His body. They tied Him tight to a stone column, lashed Him fiercely, and spat upon Him, showing no mercy whatsoever. Upon loosening Him, they, as if He were the high priest, covered Him with scarlet and purple robes, and shoved a scabrous reed into His right hand, and worshiped Him, mocking and spitting upon Him, again…and again…

 

Thy throne, O God,

is for ever and ever:

the sceptre of thy kingdom

is a right sceptre

 

     Again, they whipped Jesus, loving the redness at the end of their whip. If they could, they would willingly draw the blood of every Jew in Palestine, doubly from those who were perpetually rebellious against Rome. Mocking Jesus in a feigned worship, they kneeled before Him, laughing hysterically, and slapping one another’s back.

 

     From an elevated garden between the hall of Judgment and the common hall, a sniggering soldier of their band had cut and braided a vicious crown of stabbing thorns; and now, with a quick twist and an evil yank, wrenched it around the top of Jesus’ head, tugging the twisted wreath downward and deep into Jesus’ flesh, until it reached to the middle of His nose. With a deliberate flick of the soldier’s wrist, he twisted the crown again, laughing all the harder at this jocular sight until weak and nearly blue in the face, his avid peers following equivalently in the thoughtlessness.

 

and they bowed the knee before him,

and mocked him, saying,

Hail, King of the Jews

 

     Now, Jesus stood before them, battered, whipped, trembling from weakness. His head bowed humbly; the shabby robes hanging loosely upon His torn body; the reed held gently in His lightly shaking hand; the piercing crown tilted at the middle of His face—They spat upon Him again and snatched the reed out of His hand and swatted it across His head. “—Fool of the Jews!” the soldiers cried with a roar as they threw his clothes back in His face.

 

     Jesus stared calmly and did not move. Yet reeling from their buoyant conniptions, the soldiers flinched and paused abruptly and sobered at this seemingly cold response. Their mouths fell silent as they put Jesus’ garments back upon Him, rotated the crown of thorns gently to the level of His forehead, and, taking Him by a frail arm, led their Prisoner again to before Pilate and from there to the hill of sorrow, to be nailed to the timber of sorrow.

 

 

ascending THE HILL to the Holy Altar of the Earth, Jesus reeled exhaustedly beneath the weight of His heavy Cross: a butchered shin of a wide-forked-topped, rising-center-trunk tree hacked and trimmed of its lesser limbs and shaved at its base to oblige the mouth of the readied cavity in which it would be planted. They steadied Jesus back to His path and selected a man of Cyrene, called Simon, to tow Jesus’ withered accommodation the rest of the way.

 

But I was like a lamb or an ox

that is brought to the slaughter;

and I knew not that they

had devised devices against me, saying,

Let us destroy the tree with the fruit thereof,

and let us cut him off from the land of the living,
that his name may be no more remembered

 

     Jesus was bleeding and in severe and biting pain from the uncountable wounds His assembly of mountaintop accusers and the soldiers of the courts had lain upon Him. Nonetheless, a Law had seen its keeping—Jesus was in shreds.

 

And he shall lay his hand

upon the head of his offering

 

 

UPON THE HILL, the soldiers had stripped Jesus of His clothing again, and He was now naked as a sheered Lamb. The Condemned was as thin as the shadow of a stalk of tall grass at sundown, and weak through the long abstinence of food during His ministry.

 

I am gone like the shadow when it declineth:

I am tossed up and down as the locust

 

My knees are weak through fasting;

and my flesh faileth of fatness

 

     Having regained their contemptuous dispositions, the soldiers shoved Jesus’ utterly mutilated body to the harsh ground, and kicked and rolled Him onto the gravid wood. The frenzied multitude, incited by the priests, the scribes, the Pharisees, and the Jews scorned and laughed, and the soldiers kept mocking as they held their victim tightly against the rough grain. They teased savagely the flesh of His palms, with the biting points of the nails before bearing their full weight slowly down upon them. The legion of unrestrained oglers, many having traveled purposely from the country of the Gadarenes and the Gergesenes, crazed themselves into a wild-eyed madness. Jumping with riotous applause, they laughed as the sweating, grinning soldiers pushed the iron rods of judgment finally through the hands of our Lord—pinned as a Ram to a thicket. “More blood…!”

 

     Jesus went limp in horrid misery, but did He utter a word? No:

 

He was oppressed, and he was afflicted,

yet he opened not his mouth:

he is brought as a lamb to the slaughter,

and as a sheep before her shearers is dumb,

so he openeth not his mouth

 

     Jesus lay naked and torn in pieces upon that sardonic tree: the center bough three spans past Jesus’ head. A painful respite to be assured, but as Jesus gazed in tremendous suffering, yet silent through His tears and into the open skies, the soldiers callously grabbed His ankles and nailed His feet and His miraculous hands firmly to the ruggedness of the Cross. As they did so, the Holy Carpenter beheld a haloed and full-feathered, pure white dove flying overhead in the sun-filled day.

 

     At length, as the impatient soldiers were raising the Cross carelessly into its final, vertical posture, Jesus lowered His vision gradually down from the heavens and onto the swarming souls beneath His feet: the flock that had brought Him to the slaughter.

 

His eyes are as the eyes of doves

by the rivers of waters,

washed with milk, and fitly set

 

     The bottom of the Cross had not yet descended into its socket, so the soldiers, as they balanced the weighty post, kicked and shoved at its base until it fell with a violent thud to the low, granite floor of the hole, wracking hideously the very soul in the Man above.

 

I am tossed up and down as the locust

 

     The jagged mouth cresting the hole was an inch larger than the base of the tree, giving the upright trunk a slight nod toward the East. Jesus, draping somewhat forward and off-center, hung awkwardly from the nails. The taunting masses were beside themselves with hysteria. Jesus’ bleeding head hung toward His bleeding chest, and His bleeding knees melted from the weight of His shivering, bleeding body, dripping its innocent ruby sacrament onto the weeping Earth.

 

Father, forgive them;

for they know not what they do,

 

spake He, thrashed, disfigured, and battered as He was.

 

For he shall grow up before him

as a tender plant,

and as a root out of a dry ground:

 

his naked flesh parched mercilessly by the sun, and bent of body.

 

…he hath no form nor comeliness;

and when we shall see him,

there is no beauty

that we should desire him

 

     As if murdering Jesus was not enough to appease their hate-adorned agenda, the chief priests stood mocking Him, shaking their fists violently at Him, insulting Him, and saying among themselves with the scribes, “He saved others—and look at him—himself he cannot save!” “And why,” another jeered with cutting maliciousness, “can he himself not personally forgive us, as he taught his disciples to pray, but asks it of his father…who or wherever he is? We know exactly what we’re doing!”

 

He is despised and rejected of men;

a man of sorrows

 

     Although the day was reasonably mild, as He hung from our family tree, the sunlight took a predictable toll from Jesus’ naked flesh; and, by late forenoon, the fiery crimson was evident between His innumerable opened wounds.

 

Behold the fire and the wood:

but where is the lamb for a burnt offering?

 

And Abraham said, My son,

God will provide himself

a lamb for a burnt offering

 

 

YEAR 1490 BC

 

WILDERNESS OF SINAI

 

IN THOSE days in the wilderness, every law touching the sacrifice was to be executed without diminish:

 

And two turtledoves, or two young pigeons,

such as he is able to get;

and the one shall be a sin offering,

and the other a burnt offering

 

 

YEAR AD 32

 

LAND OF ISRAEL

JERUSALEM

 

Then were there two thieves crucified with him,

one on the right hand, and another on the left

 

 

THE FIRST THIEF, crucified next to Jesus, was a spiteful man. The other after a short while began speaking kindly to the Lord, knowing his own punishment was a just reward for his crimes,

 

And he said unto Jesus,

Lord,

remember me

when thou comest into thy kingdom

 

     Jesus heard the fervent plea moaning from the conscientious thief. Nonetheless, instead of speaking of hopes befitting His kingdom, and because the Psalms had declared of Him: “I will open my mouth in a parable: I will utter dark sayings of old,” and that it would again be written of Him: “All these things spake Jesus unto the multitude, in parables; and without a parable spake he not unto them,” Jesus spoke a proverb of Paradise to the thief.

 

 

YEAR 1490 BC

 

WILDERNESS OF SINAI

 

IN A SWEET, soft voice from between the two cherubim joined to the lid upon the golden Ark of the Covenant (built by the hands of men), the Lord communed with His great prophet and friend, Moses Ben Amram.

 

 

YEAR AD 32

 

JERUSALEM

 

THE LORD looked down from His Cross, which was fastened between the two thieves who were likewise joined to the lid of the place Golgotha. John, His youngest apostle, stood silent at the side of Mary, the grieving mother of Jesus.

 

When Jesus therefore saw his mother,

and the disciple standing by, whom he loved,

he saith unto his mother,

 

in a sweet, soft voice,

 

     “Woman…, behold…, your son…!”

 

Then saith he to the disciple,

 

     “Behold…, your mother...!”

 

     John gaped wondrously bewildered at Jesus and the sound of His words for an expressionless yet distilling moment: Is Jesus beside himself? Why is he calling himself my mother? Lowering his eyes toward Jesus’ weeping mother, Mary, John believed he now comprehended the will of his Master....

 

     Not long before this barbarous day, Jesus had received the transfiguration in light by the hand of His Living Father. Now, the children of grave darkness were transfiguring Him in the blood he was giving from the fountain of His soul. Now He possessed not a comfort from this heedless world, for He had given every one of them back to this heedless world, and freely; but thousands upon thousands of those attending the Holy Passover at Jerusalem, having traveled to the Holy City from all the winds of the civilized world, still wanted—wanted—plethorically…!

 

And it was about the sixth hour,

and there was a darkness over all the Earth

until the ninth hour

 

And the sun was darkened,

and the veil of the temple

was rent in the midst

 

 

YEAR 1490 BC

 

WILDERNESS OF SINAI

 

IN THOSE DAYS in the wilderness, every law concerning the sacrifice was to be executed without diminish:

 

When either man or woman

shall separate themselves

to vow a vow of a nazarite,

to separate themselves unto the LORD

 

He…shall drink no vinegar of wine,

or vinegar of strong drink,

neither shall he drink any liquor of grapes,

nor eat moist grapes, or dried

 

All the days of his separation

shall he eat nothing that is made of the vine tree,
from the kernels even to the husk.

 

 

YEAR AD 32

 

LAND OF ISRAEL

JERUSALEM

 

My God, my God,

why hast thou forsaken me?

 

… … …

 

     Immediately after considering these words, Jesus cried,

I thirst!

 

     Upon hearing Jesus’ sorrowful petition, a principal person standing near the forefront of the multitude hastened and fetched a wicked bucket of gall and dipped a dry old sponge deep within its putrid interior. Laughing toward his inquisitive audience, in addition, the principal person poured vinegar into the sponge,

 

and put it on a reed,

and gave him to drink

 

 

JESUS had earlier refused the vinegar offered Him as He made his painful way to the crucifying ground:

 

And when they were come

unto a place called Golgotha,

that is to say, a place of a skull,

 

They gave him vinegar to drink

mingled with gall:

and when he had tasted thereof,

he would not drink

 

     Now, however, the Lord was nailed firmly to His Cross, the darkness would soon be gone, the sun would soon be shining, and He knew He had to conclude His Holy Vow.

 

When Jesus therefore

had received the vinegar,

he said

It is finished

 

     Thereupon, with a shrill, with a loud voice, with a thundering scream, Jesus shrieked into the heavens—

 

FATHER

 

INTO THY HANDS I COMMEND MY SPIRIT

 

and having said thus,

he bowed his head,

and he yielded,

and he gave up the ghost,

 

having died the death of every one of you who would believe.

 

 

THE PROCEDURE OF DEATH HAD TAKEN ITS TOLL of the moment. Darkness fled from the Earth, and the sun shined again. An incredulously howling laugh spat from a ruler of a preeminent synagogue in Jerusalem. An extremely fat priest, clothed in purple and fine linen, having fared sumptuously that morning, whose hair had long ago preceded him to the grave, though middle-aged, whose rotting teeth seemed desperate for like but surviving neighbors, flamed out at the straining public. (The extremely fat priest hoped to inflict even more confusion but this time into the hearts of those standing among the throng, who may have believed and trusted in Jesus, His miracles, and His words.) “YOU UNDERSTAND NOW, MY PEOPLE?” screamed the extremely fat priest, clothed in purple and fine linen, having fared sumptuously that day. “This man had sin and was filled with sin. If he were not, God would not have turned his face from—this—this self-proclaimed savior of yours. God would have verily heard his pitiful screams and his crying, and your Jesus—Hear me…! Your Jesus would not have died!”

 

For he hath not despised

nor abhorred the affliction

of the afflicted;

neither had he hid his face from him;

but when he cried unto him,

he heard

 

     Scores of onlookers, who heard the middle-aged fat priest’s self-acquittal, doubted the priest and his many pastors and the Pharisees and their preachers and their pious clergy and the scribes, and their opposing doctrines, for the populace knew in their hearts the priests and all their hypocritical princes would surely die, as well. They are indeed infected with sin, even as we are this very day; they are no different, the not-so-naive thought to themselves: But this man…this man was a righteous man. Why did the Jews have to kill this rabbi? Son of God or not, they still murdered a righteous man—if the truth ever be told, a righteous man.

 

 

NEEDLESS TO SAY, not a mortal standing, sitting, or laughing upon that hill could see the ghastly afflictions lying hungrily at bay and beneath the feet of the multitude of Jesus’ accusers and their seed and their seed and their seed (His blood be on us, and on our children.), and those who mocked His presence, and their seed and their seed…

 

They gave me also gall for my meat;

and in my thirst they gave me vinegar to drink

 

Let their table become a snare before them:

and that which should have been

for their welfare,

let it become a trap

 

Let their eyes be darkened, that they see not;

and make their loins continually to shake

 

Pour out thine indignation upon them,

and let thy wrathful anger take hold of them.

Let their habitation be desolate;

and let none dwell in their tents

 

For they persecute him whom thou hast smitten;

and they talk to the grief

of those whom thou hast wounded

 

Add iniquity unto their iniquity:

and let them not come into thy righteousness

 

Let them be blotted out of the book of the living,
and not be written with the righteous

 

———

 

The earth opened and swallowed up Dathan,

and covered the company of Abiram

 

BY REASON OF those three shame-filled hours of darkness—by two or three witnesses the matter is established—an additional day had slipped passed quite unnoticed. Now, a dead Body hung in the place of a skull, rather to say by the Spirit: in place of death and above Goliath's hidden skull. Moreover, owing to this unique arrangement of time, it was now by the eternal laws of God—the Sabbath Day! Nevertheless, a very celebrated Law was again fulfilled:

 

But at the place

which the LORD thy God shall choose

to place his name in,

there thou shalt sacrifice the passover

at even, at the going down of the sun

 

———

 

And it shall come to pass in that day,

saith the Lord GOD,

that I will cause the sun to go down at noon,

and I will darken the earth in the clear day

 

And I will turn your feasts into mourning,

and all your songs into lamentation;

and I will bring up sackcloth upon all loins,

and baldness upon every head;

and I will make it as the mourning of an only son,
and the end thereof as a bitter day

 

———

 

THE JEWS yet believing it was the preparation day and that dead bodies should not remain so inconveniently on the crosses, in what they assumed to be the approaching Sabbath (though that bitter day had already developed legally), and because this particular Sabbath was a high day, came and besought Pilate. “The legs of those criminals should be broken. Let them hang without their shinbones, that they might choke to death—all the quicker; that they might be taken away before Sabbath arrives.”

 

     Pilate gave leave, and the soldiers returned to the hill of suffering and broke the legs of the first and of the other whom they had crucified with Jesus. The two thieves screeched into the air, quickly began to writhe, jerked, uttered wrenching gurgles and strangling sounds from their suffocating lungs and quivering throats, wriggled their torsos vehemently from side to side another minute or so, and finally breathed their last. When the soldiers came to the Carpenter-Rabbi, however, and saw He was already dead, they halted from breaking His legs. Nonetheless, one of the soldiers stepped forward and with a spear pierced the side of Jesus, and, forthwith, blood and water trickled from the wound of that Holy Name to the ground attached to the Holy City.

 

Only thou shalt not eat the blood thereof;

thou shalt pour it upon the ground as water

 

     Not only was the blood of the Holy Innocent—as the Jews had prophesied—on the obligated hands of themselves, their children, and their future generations, but it was also on the obligated hands of the chief priests, the elders, and all the people the chief priests and the elders had persuaded, and on the hands of the Holy Mountain, as well.

 

So ye shall not pollute the land wherein ye are:

for blood it defileth the land:

and the land cannot be cleansed of the blood

that is shed therein,

but by the blood of him that shed it

 

———

 

LAWS, PROPHETS, AND BAPTISMS had and were to be fulfilled; and not ascending to Paradise, the Holy Spirit of Jesus Christ descended into the atmosphere—a Living Wind filled with a Living Light into the cheerless prison longtime lodging the dead and dwelled and preached among the still, lifeless souls within for a day and nearly sixteen hours,

 

being put to death in the flesh,

but quickened by the Spirit:

 

By which also he went and preached

unto the spirits in prison

 

for all those forty hours and instructed in the Word of Life those spirits of the long-time dead and in prison.

 

For for this cause

was the gospel preached

also to them that are dead,

that they might be judged

according to men in the flesh,

or live according to God in the spirit

 

     Those lying dormant among the infinite legions of the dead, who verily opened their heart and heard Jesus and believed upon Him and chose between worlds—lived.

 

Thy dead men shall live,

together with my dead body shall they arise

 

Awake and sing, ye that dwell in dust:

for thy dew is as the dew of herbs,

and the earth shall cast out the dead

 

———

 

And the graves were opened;

and many bodies of the saints

which slept

arose

 

and came out of the graves

after his resurrection,

and went into the holy city,

and appeared unto many

 

———

 

THE PRIESTS had had the stone mortared firmly to the opening of the tomb, believing, “If this Jesus does revive or rise, he will surely rot away and die of lack of air inside the carven tomb, being not able to loose the sealed stone from the opening. Our positions are not lost, my brothers. Let him rot! But set a guard there as a precautionary measure.” For what? a guard pondered to himself, to murder him again if he does escape the black whirlpool of death? If the priests do this, they will certainly do the same to many of his followers, and his future followers, very possibly of my own.

 

 

UPON HEARING of the absence of Christ’s body, Peter and John ran in doubt to the tomb and entered it through the open but narrow slot. Discovering their Teacher of Righteousness absent, they sensed a personal shame in unison with the doleful words of Mary Magdalene’s pleadings echoing into their worried minds. The napkin that Nicodemus and Joseph of Arimathaea had wrapped about Jesus’ head, not as with Lazarus whose face was bound about, lying not by the other garments, but wrapped and folded together in a place by itself.

 

 

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soon AFTERWARD, on two distinct occasions, Jesus appeared in the midst of His disciples and had astonished them to the quick. The first manifestation was to an apostle and a disciple as they were journeying to a village called Emmaus, where the Lord (Whose voice had burned within their heart) tarried with them for a while, took bread and blessed it, and broke the bread with His beautiful hands, and reached it forth with His beautiful hands unto the apostles, who perceived a murder in His beautiful hands, and immediately recognized their guest to be their risen Savior. The second occasion occurred in the house in Galilee, where eleven of His apostles were gathered, but not Thomas.

 

After these things Jesus shewed himself again

to the disciples at the sea of Tiberias;

and on this wise shewed he himself

 

     Simon Peter, and Thomas, called Didymus, and Nathanael of Cana in Galilee, and the sons of Zebedee, and two other of Jesus’ disciples were assembled together when, quite unexpectedly, Peter turned. “A fishing go I.” The rest replied readily, “We will go with you.” Grabbing their meager gear and supplies, they left immediately, and entered a little ship.

 

     Throughout the still and silent night, they caught not a thing. When the early morning light began sweeping the sea of its tired fog, they saw a Man standing on the shore, but the disciples did not know He was Jesus.

 

     Jesus beheld them from His distance. “Children,” He cried to the fishers of fishes, “as yet, do you have meat?”

 

     Leaning half over the firm rail of the little ship, they gave a hardy shout toward the shore and the Man. “No…!”

 

     “Cast the net on the right side of the ship, and you shall find!” was the instructive reply from the Man on shore.

 

     Heeding the Man’s advice, they cast and, forthwith, it became so filled with fish, they were not able to draw it back into their vessel. By this wondrous display, young John was elated. “That man is the Lord!”

 

     Now when Simon Peter heard John’s words, he donned his fisherman’s coat—for he was naked—and dove into the sea. The other disciples followed quickly in their little ship, dragging the net with fishes. As soon as they had moored their craft near the shore, they saw a fire of coals and fish laid thereon, and bread setting beside the embers.

 

     Jesus welcomed them peacefully, and beckoned, “Bring the fish you have caught.”

 

     Simon Peter went instantly and drew the net of great fish onto the land and, overjoyed, counted a hundred and fifty-three great fish: With these, Peter thought, we will be equipped to make numerous and desired purchases.

 

And the cares of this world,

and the deceitfulness of riches,

and the lusts of other things entering in,

choke the word, and it becometh unfruitful

 

 

THIS WAS NOW the third time after He had risen from the dead Jesus had shown Himself to His disciples. Yet, with more purpose, when they were finished eating, Jesus motioned to Simon Peter and asked three soul-redeeming questions.

 

     “Simon, son of Jonas,” Jesus asked, “do you love me more than these? Young John turned his attention toward the great fishes.”

 

     “Yes, Lord,” Peter answered, “You know I love you.”

 

     “Feed my lambs.

 

     “Simon, son of Jonas, do you love me?” Young John again attach himself to the Lord’s exchange with Peter.

 

     “Yes, Lord,” Peter replied, “You know I love you.”

 

     “Feed my sheep.

 

     “Simon, son of Jonas, do you love me?”

 

     Peter was grieved because Jesus had said to him the third time, “Do you love me?” Glancing at Jesus and remembering the three sad times he had denied Him, and the tears he had cried so bitterly at the court of the priests and Pharisees, Peter lowered his head to the left but without taking his eyes off Jesus. “Lord, you know all things. You know that I love you.”

 

     “Feed my sheep. Truly, truly, I say to you: When you were young, you girdled yourself and walked wherever you wanted to; but when you are old, you shall stretch forth your hands, and another shall bind you and carry you where you do not want to go.”

 

     The Lord spoke these words to signify by what manner of death Peter should glorify God; and after Jesus had spoken, He rose and looked at Peter. “Follow me.”

 

     Peter began to move but noticed young John starting to follow Jesus, also. “Lord,” Peter sighed, “and what will this youth do?”

 

     Jesus’ deliberate steps did not slow, but He turned himself half-about and gazed at Peter. “If………I will that he should abide until I come………, what is that to you? You…follow me.”

 

     From this day, gossip traveled abroad among the brethren that Peter would someday be crucified and that the Apostle John would not ever die. Yet, Jesus did not say to Peter that John would live forever and ever; but, He said, “If — I command that he abide until I come, what is that to you?”

 

 

THE LORD, JESUS, had risen and dwelt with the believers forty remarkably enlightening days. Among those believers and the faithful were Mary Magdalene, Cephas, the rest the Lord’s apostles; and at a certain place where more than five hundred brethren had assembled, they beheld Him and His words and loved Him. Jesus, however, would not reveal Himself to all who were about, only unto witnesses chosen before of God, and to them that ate and drank with Him after He had risen from the dead.

 

     Those necessary days swiftly but sadly exhausted themselves; and, at the last, after Jesus had led His Eleven Apostles up into the mount called Olivet, He told them they must pray and would receive power, once the Holy Ghost had come upon them.

 

And when he had spoken these things,

while they beheld, he was taken up;

and a cloud received him out of their sight

 

 

YEAR 1490 BC

 

ETHAM, IN THE EDGE OF THE WILDERNESS, WITH MOSES.

 

And the lord went before them by day

in a pillar of cloud

 

 

YEAR AD 32

 

THE DAY OF PENTECOST had fully come and with the mind of peace. The apostles of the Lord were seated in like-minded rapport in a separated place, when suddenly a sound came from heaven as of a rushing mighty wind, and it filled the entire house wherein they were sitting; and there appeared unto them cloven tongues like as of fire, and it sat upon each of them.

 

     Filled with the Holy Ghost, the apostles began to speak with other tongues, as the Spirit gave them utterance.

 

     Now, at this moment, Jews were dwelling at Jerusalem: devout men from every nation under heaven; and when the apostles’ actions were noised abroad, these devout men came together and were confounded, as each man heard the apostles speak, in his own language.

 

     Hearing the tongues of their homelands, these religious men of the seed of Israel amazed and marveled and turned, saying each to his companion, “Behold, are not these Galilaeans that speak? And if so, how hear we every man in our own tongue wherein we were born?”

 

     Others mocked, saying, “These men are drunk.”

 

     Peter, hearing their insults, stood in defense with the eleven, and lifted his voice above the multitude, and said unto them, “You men of Judaea, and you that dwell at Jerusalem, be this known unto you, and hearken to my words: These men are not drunk, as you suppose they are, seeing it is only the third hour of the day. But this is that which was spoken by the prophet Joel…”

 

     With many solemn words did Peter make clear the prophecy and the Man to Whom it referred; and when the crowd heard these things, they were pricked in their heart and said to Peter and to the rest of the apostles, “Men and brethren, what shall we do?”

 

     Pausing not for a second, Peter replied “Repent, and be baptized every one of you in the name of Jesus Christ for the remission of sins, and ye shall receive the gift of the Holy Ghost. For the promise is for you and your children and to all that are afar off, even as many as the Lord our God shall call.” Moreover, with many other words did Peter testify and exhort, saying, “Save yourselves away from this obstinate generation.”

 

     When the devout men and women and the rest of those who were truly listening had heard these words, they, who received them gladly, desired baptism and, just as gladly, received. Yet, an unintentional few among them asked bystanders politely if they would not mind watching their children, while they themselves partook in the baptism: the water of life.

 

     “What?” several of their acquaintances exclaimed in awe, raised fingers pleasantly pointing toward Peter. “Did you not hear what that man said? He said be baptized every one of you…for the promise is for you—and your children! You’d best take your children along with you.”

 

     Hence, the same day, about three thousand souls (to whom the priests, scribes, and the Pharisees had spent days apprehensively inventing new ideas and doctrines concerning who or what the Messiah was, and altogether discrediting the Scroll of Daniel and avoiding the slightest mention of Messiah), were added unto the church.

 

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YEAR AD 36

 

LAND OF ISRAEL

OUTSIDE THE CITY OF JERUSALEM

 

FILLED WITH SPITE and well-stuffed ears and hearts, the priests and the Pharisees and the hypocritical zealots stoned Stephen to death as he was calling upon God and crying into the firmament, “Lord Jesus, receive my spirit…lay not this sin to their charge.”

 

     The priests and the Pharisees scorned indignantly through seething teeth, hurling stone after vicious stone, “Again, a so-called lover of God screams to his God to forgive. Why can you not forgive us yourself, dog!” As his many accusers were screaming this verbal assault, Stephen fell asleep.

 

 

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YEAR AD 36

 

LAND OF ISRAEL

 

KING HEROD stretched forth his evil hand.

 

And he killed James

the brother of John

with the sword,

 

and the apostles gathered the body of James, and took him and prayed over James a powerful lamentation.

 

 

FOUR DAYS of trepidation, and more believers in the Way vanished from the land, and fully convinced the murder of James had pleased the Jews, Herod took Peter and cast him into prison, delivering him to four quaternions of soldiers to keep him. When Easter was by, Herod would bring Peter forth to the people.

 

     Despite these elaborate and cumbersome arrangements, the angel of the Lord came in an hour of the starry night and set Peter unbound. The iron gate introducing the city to the eyes of its outgoing traffic was opened in like manner by the power of God, and Peter went out free—still thinking passionately of the life of James, now a brother of the Lord.

 

     Finding himself so alive and liberated, Peter (yet loosing not from his heart the reflection of the murder of Brother James, so alive and so zealous for the spreading of the Gospel of the Lord) ran with purposeful haste to the house of John Mark’s mother, Mary, and knocked on the door at the gate. A damsel hearkened, named Rhoda, and opened the gate and went to fetch those in the house. First believing they were hearing Peter’s angel, the men and the women declined Rhoda’s invitation, but at last exited the house and approached the gate, cautiously. Peter declared unto them his astonishing experience, yet with the memory of James so alive again in his heart, finished his report of the wonders, smiled, and, in the order of honor, whispered:

 

“Go shew these things unto James,

and to the brethren.”

 

     Having imparted his profound instructions, Peter withdrew and went into another place.

 

———

 

YEAR AD 1941

 

PALESTINE

 

NEAR AN ANCIENT and steadily decomposing community, some enduring miles of downhill travel from the laboring city of Jerusalem, a small group of believers in the way, as they sat peacefully near rippling shores of the Dead Sea, listened subliminally to the bubbling of lightly curling waves, but attentively to Andrew.

 

     “In the beginning,” Andrew began in a patient tone, “the Lord separated the glorious light from the black and barren darkness. And now the day is drawing nigh in which he shall, at the end, separate forever the children born of the Light, which God called good, from the children conceived by the darkness.”

 

     These believers hearkened with care as the apostle spoke.

 

 

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