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True Believer, pt2 . . .(it could have happened this way)

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Yeshua shivered awake.  The fire of the night before had long since died out and the early morning chill crept under his thin coverlet and rudely brought him to wakefulness.  An occasional chirp interrupted the silence that enveloped him as the life of the surrounding wilderness began to stir.  He laid for a moment, awake in the surrounding stillness, and felt more than saw the dawn insinuate its thin light into the cave.  He threw off his blanket and sat, stretching and rubbing the remains of sleep from his eyes.  He was alone.

The morning air smelled clean and fresh after the rain, as though God had washed all that was impure and foul from the earth, leaving only the sweet, clean fragrance of His creation.  Yeshua stood at the edge of the river and stared blankly into the racing water,  Had the previous night’s cleansing encompassed him, he wondered?  He removed his robe and stepped into the river, wading out into the flow then submerged himself in the water, remaining beneath the surface for as long as he could hold his breath.  Suddenly, his lungs near bursting with the need for oxygen, Yeshua broke the surface of the water, a child expelled from the river as from a virgin womb.  He stood in the midst of the river and, pushing the water from his face and hair, drew huge gulps of air into his lungs; invigorating air, cleansing air, God’s breath of life filling his lungs.  He spread his arms wide and laid back in the water, floating there and looking up at the heavens now fully lighted by the sun as it moved above the surrounding mountains.  He marveled at the sky, the few high, drifting wisps of cloud scudding across the blue.  An osprey, wings outstretched and floating on the wind, glided across the blue, eyes keenly searching the ground below for signs of movement that would be its morning meal.  The hawk, Yeshua thought as he stood in midstream, had better expectations of obtaining food than he did.  He shook water from his hair and waded to the riverbank to retrieve his clothes.  The early morning sun was bright but had not yet warmed the air and he shivered as a breeze swept by on its way to somewhere else.  As he started back to his hiding place he stopped here and there to collect a twig or a bit of scrub to use as kindling for a fire, heartened as much by the thought of having a good fire as was at the prospect of at least one meal, meager though it may be, before he gave himself over to hunger.

Shadows played on the cave wall and gave the impression of a crowd milling about as Yeshua sulked.  Earlier he had wept, ashamed of himself for his desertion of the Baptist.  He had committed himself to Yohanon’s cause, to helping prepare the people for the coming of the Messiah and Kingdom of God, and yet when faced with adversity in the form of armed soldiers he had bolted.  He ran away.  Yeshua stared with red-rimmed eyes as the shadows danced in place on the wall.

“What choice did I have?” he said aloud to his accusers.  “There were too many of them and they were armed with swords and truncheons.”  The crowd stood mute in response to his protestations.  “I could have been killed!  What would that have accomplished?  Nothing.”  The shadows continued to mill about, ignoring his protests of innocence, mocking him with their silence.  Yeshua’s grief was slowly replaced with anger.  He stood up and began to pace the floor of the cave.  This group of inquisitors infuriated him.  What right did they have to accuse him?  Where were they when he traveled Judea, urging the people to come out and hear Yohanon?  Where were they when peasants threw stones and bits of offal at him and ran him off, preferring to live in ignorance of the Word of God?  Where were they when he tried to warn Yohanon of the danger of his attacks on Herod and his family?  Hadn’t he tried to dissuade the Baptist from criticizing the king?  Hadn’t he warned him of the possibility of Herod taking action against him?  Where were they when Yeshua did all these things?  They were right here, smugly milling about in this cave, safe from all the privations and danger.  How dare they chastise him!  He had done everything in his power to persuade the Baptist he had no chance of winning in a test of wills with Herod.  The king would surely arrest him and put an end to his crusade.


End part 2 . . .to be continued


Written by stevewthomas

April 20, 2014 at 9:12 pm

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