Sylvanus of Gischala

So many times during Jesus’ life he dealt with travelers along the highways of Israel. Men and women seemed to drift in and out of his life, perhaps by accident, perhaps not. One of these was Sylvanus, a lawyer of Gischala.

In our day we assume lawyers to be wealthy, and not necessarily trustworthy. Whether these are true today is debatable.

It was the same in Jesus’ time. Neither was necessarily true. Certainly for Salvanus, there was no truth in the charges. He was not a really wealthy man.

Sylvanus was a lawyer, all right. Sylvanus sat at the city gate, along with the other elders of the city. On certain days the group would discuss legal issues of the day. Sometimes the issues were items brought by the community. Property. Inheritance.

Other times the issues were theoretical in nature. What does it mean to adopt? What is the meaning of faith? What is true religious practice?

Sylvanus was sometimes paid by some person to represent them before the council at the city gate. The questions presented might be matters of faith, or religion, or military action, or government. Whatever the question, when the call came to serve, Sylvanus tried desperately to find the truth among the issues. It was a personal thing with him. Sometimes he won, sometimes he lost. Sometimes the little group at the gate of Gischala could only reach some compromise.

His home town, Gischala, was northwest of Capernaum, about fifteen miles. It was really just a settlement of a couple hundred souls. Sheepherders, traders, craftsmen, farmers. Several families were quite poor.

Sylvanus was a farmer, grapes and figs and olives, mostly. Just a few acres. His real interest was the law, and how it could be used and adjusted to benefit those who called on him for help.
Pyramid of the law

The law of the day was complex. It rested on a sort of triangle or pyramid of statutes. The three sides of the triangle were the government, the temple organization as it reached out from Jerusalem, and the military. The Military was recognized as being outside the government because it raised its own funds by conscription and attachment, and usually chose its own battles.

Each of these had its own set of laws, established by its powerful people. The role played by people like Sylvanus was simple. Stay out of the way of the laws established by the government, the temple and the military. There was no democracy left from the ideals of the Greeks.

Democracy would not be seen again until the time of Jefferson and Franklin and Washington.
The assumption was made that every person accepted the points that held the civilization together: A relationship with the Lord, a need for corporate defense, and a need for community action such as roads, walls, and wells.

Not in the pyramid, though, were two other pieces that you and I expect to be at the center of law: Business to business matters, and individual rights. Fend for yourself was the essential law in both instances.

I don’t mean to say that businesses and individuals had no protections in the law. Not at all. It was just that neither businesses nor individuals had any real possibility of claiming victory against the government, the military, or the temple.

But between business and business, or individual and individual, there were strong laws. This is how the lawyers of the day spent their time at the city gate. There were property matters, and damages. There were criminal actions, and minor problems. There were health issues such as leprosy and blindness. All of these required straight thinking by the most respected minds of the community. Any of these could be brought by any person to the council of elders.

Training for a legal career was personally motivated. A man had four primary methods of learning. Observation, reading, reciting or discussing the law, and trial and error. Sylvanus had carefully followed all these throughout his career.

By watching carefully the community around himself, Sylvanus could see the impact of the law on people. He learned to read at the synagogue by reading from the Torah and the scrolls of the prophets. Sylvanus made presentations of legal issues and comments to his friends and family, and eventually to the council. Then he began to work through the trial and error procedures brought to the council. He questioned and contemplated. He composed solutions, and re-wrote them. He tried to find the truth.

It is here that Sylvanus’ life becomes really interesting to us in the current century. Sylvanus’ life did not become so famous in his day as that of Jesus, or Nero, or Paul, or so many others. Sylvanus really has been almost forgotten.

It is really by reaching back another thousand years, past Jesus, that we find the real reason for Sylvanus’ impact on American and world life today.

Very few people know anything about Amos. He is one of my all-time favorites from the Bible.
Amos lived most of his life in the hills north of the Sea of Galilee, north of Gischala and Capernaum. His work was as a shepherd and farm laborer. He says he was not a prophet, but he is certainly remembered as one.

Some three or four hundred years before Amos, in about 1100 B.C., Moses and Aaron brought the Hebrew people through the wilderness toward Jericho.

But there came a time when things went badly. Starvation was setting in, and the people were becoming discouraged.

Moses and Aaron took the position that things were going badly because some of the people were doubting the team of Moses and Aaron. It was the sort of stand we have seen in Richard Nixon and Joseph Stalin and other leaders of the world. We have even seen it in churches and Christian denominations.

The man Korah and some others then challenged Moses and Aaron on their words. Korah could not accept that the Lord had appointed them commanders and priests of the entire nation. They appeared at the tents of Moses and Aaron one day with a group of supporters.
The man Korah and some others challenged Moses and Aaron on their words that the Lord had appointed them commanders and priests of the entire nation. What happened?

We are not really certain, but it appears that Moses and Aaron had Korah and his people killed and buried in the desert.

Over the next centuries, a group of rural thinkers, mostly from the north, established a group movement of prophets. These people found constant ways to challenge whatever government was in power at the time. They usually called the government and the people to return to a life of justice and righteousness. Amos became one of these in about 750 B.C.

Sylvanus also became one of the Sons of Korah at the time of Jesus. Northern Palestine was then, as now, filled with men and women who were willing to risk their lives for justice and righteousness. How did this change our lives?

Sylvanus often made business and religious trips to Capernaum. In those days, the custom was that visitors to a town who sat among the elders of their own communities at their own city gate could sit with the elders of the destination community.

So Sylvanus became a well known and accepted member of the elders’ group at the Capernaum gate.

The problems Sylvanus and the other elders tried to deal with were many-sided and deep. The most troubling of these were the spiritual matters. These were not matters of temple power or strategies. They were matters of the relationship between individuals and the Holy One. Then as now, the most pressing of these questions was the matter of eternal life.

They could ask and answer questions. They could make comments. They could share in any refreshments that were passed around. Figs. Grapes. Raisins. Bread. Tea. Wine.

When he sat with the elders at Capernaum this day, Sylvanus was responding to legal needs for answers. When Jesus came to the city, Sylvanus thought this might be an opportunity to get fresh insight.

Sylvanus did not know much about Jesus. He had only heard rumors about the man. But these rumors were intriguing enough that Sylvanus took them seriously. Because he happened to be in the area of the Sea of Galilee for a few days, he found the opportunity to question Jesus irresistible. Sylvanus could now consider the rumors for himself in the light of the law.

The rumors that Sylvanus wanted to clarify with Jesus were really rather threatening to Galilean society. Indeed, all of the culture of Israel was up for grabs, according to the rumors.
One rumor had it that Jesus intended to change the Ten Commandments. Sylvanus also heard that Jesus had edited the commandments. But Jesus’ editing seemed to be simply quoting old statements of the law. "You shall love Yahweh, your god with all your heart, and mind, and soul and strength. And you shall love your neighbor as yourself."

This was confusing to Sylvanus. How could this be seen as wrong?

Jesus performed work on the Sabbath. But when the work is healing, or performing the ordinary functions of life, like eating, where in the law is that shown to be wrong?

And politically, it was rumored that Jesus would lead a revolt against king or against Rome itself. But Sylvanus looked around at the few men who seemed to walk and talk with Jesus. He could see no evidence of military action, or weapons, or even covert action. There was certainly nothing to cast fear into the heart of the Roman government, the mightiest government and military of the world.

The rumors said Jesus would turn families against each other. Well, maybe. Sylvanus could see how families could disagree with one another about what Jesus was saying. And Jesus did, apparently, ask people to go with him, to walk with him. They might have to leave their families to go with Jesus. He supposed this could be a problem.

The most serious rumor and challenge to Jesus was in the charge that Jesus suggested that they ignore the Temple mandates. That thinking outside the box about salvation would certainly raise questions. If the temple could not define and describe salvation for the people, what would be the center of Israeli life and culture. Even the government and the military and business of the day would face terrible challenges.

Sylvanus could think of only one question he could ask that really brought all these issues and rumors together. If Jesus answered it, Sylvanus would know just what it was that Jesus was about. Sylvanus would know whether Jesus was trying to challenge the law, or the government, or the temple. Perhaps there was no reason to fear the revolt Jesus might have planned.

So Sylvanus worked his way close to Jesus in the crowd. At a quiet moment, Jesus looked straight at Sylvanus. He apparently expected a question or a statement from the learned man. There was something about the eye contact that said that Sylvanus would find some way to walk with Jesus, and Jesus expected.

Sylvanus did not hesitate. He asked Jesus perhaps the basic spiritual question of that day and today. "What must I do to have eternal life?"

Jesus answered with words Sylvanus did not expect. "You have read the law. What does it say in the law?"

The lawyer answered quickly. "You shall love Yahweh, your god, with all your heart, and mind, and soul and strength. And you shall love your neighbor as yourself."

Jesus spoke quietly now. "You are correct. Go and do this. You shall have life."

But Sylvanus was ready. "But, sir, who is my neighbor?"

Again, Jesus apparently had prepared well. He smiled at the question.

"A man was going down from Jerusalem to Jericho. He fell among robbers. They stripped him and beat him, and fled the scene. They left the man for dead. Now luckily a priest was going down that road. When he saw the man he walked on the other side of the road. Soon a Levite, when he saw the man, walked by on the other side of the road. But a Samaritan, walking home from Jerusalem through Jericho, came to the man. When the Samaritan saw the man, he had compassion on the victim. The Samaritan bound up the wounds. He poured expensive oil and wine on the wounds. Then he sat the man on his own donkey and brought him to the inn in Jericho, the best inn to take care of him. The next day he gave two denarii to the innkeeper.

"Take care of him. If it costs more, I will be back in a few days to pay the bill."

Now Jesus looked Sylvanus in the eye again. "Which of these three, do you suppose, was neighbor to the man who was beaten?"

Sylvanus now was in awe at the thinking of Jesus, and the depth of his commitment to the life of Israel. "The one who showed mercy on the fallen man."

Jesus said to him, simply: "You go and live the same sort of life."

And though Sylvanus returned to Gischala, he walked with Jesus, in spirit, all the remaining days of his life.

Sylvanus accepted the burden of sharing with the trinity the creative genius of the Creator, the redemption of the Christ, and the presence of the Spirit. His act of faith has changed our lives. His question gave Jesus the opportunity to be much more specific with his instructions to us.
"Go, and live the life of the Good Samaritan."

Amen.

Naaman The Syrian Leper

Naaman the Syrian Leper

2 Kings 5:1-14

Karl Evans

Everyone has their own heroes. Men and woman, past and present, offer themselves as models for greatness in life. Some are heroic as they overcome terrible forces stacked against them. Some stand out as ethical and moral lighthouses for the troubled seas of life.

Naaman is one of my own personal heroes. It is not that he was such a brave man. I am sure he was a military genius. He may have been very faithful to the Syrian gods, and even to his own culture.

Rather than these, though, Naaman had a very serious personal problem. His skin was the problem. This was not a race thing, or ethnic. Naaman’s skin problem was the several splotches of unusual colors on his skin.

No one knew what manner of leprosy this was. In fact, no one even guessed these patches of blue and purple and red skin might not even be the disease we now know as Hansen’s Disease. They might have been birthmarks, or psoriasis, or even a skin cancer.

But this did not matter. Society treated all these as the same malady. Any continuing skin blemish was simply leprosy. Any leprosy was the result of any of a few problems.

It could be a simple matter of faithlessness. Perhaps the Syrian god is angry at Naaman for some sin of his ancestors. Naaman may have accidentally knocked over an icon during a visit to a temple in rural Syria.

Naaman’s leprosy may have stemmed from the curse of a witch during a campaign in India, or China, or Greece. So many possibilities. But it really did not matter. Naaman had a disease. He was unclean before the Syrian god.

Naaman was fortunate, though. He was the leader of the Syrian army. We can assume that his skin problems arose late in life. He had probably already found his way to the top of the leadership pyramid, or close to it. At the very least, he was able to hide his blemishes from those around him until he neared the apex of the leadership councils of the Syrians.

If Naaman had shown any weakness, he would have been destroyed. In highly competitive industries, such as military and religious organizations, even a minor weakness is a death sentence. Men who would take lives of royalty without hesitation could surely sink a knife into the heart of a lowly army private who displayed marks of leprosy.

But the commander of the nation’s armies! That was different. Every commander had a guard company around him to protect him from his personal and corporate enemies. These men would risk their own lives to protect their leader from assassination plots and long knives. Even should an assassin make it through the defensive cordon, that assassin would be dead in moments.

But only someone in Naaman’s position could afford that protection. Many men had to gather around him constantly to give him that shield.

But even this armor was not enough for Naaman. This mighty military leader, the man saluted by the whole Syrian army, wanted only one thing desperately. One thing brought him to tears as he climbed into bed every night.

It was his skin. Naaman wanted nothing so much as he wanted rid of those angry red, blue and purple marks on his skin. Oh! To be able to shed his shirt and throw himself into the river with the lowest of his soldiers when they took their bivouac in strange lands. But such was not to be.
So Namaan could only protect himself from the evil-doers of his men.

Now it happened one day that Naaman and his army defeated an army that included mercenaries from many countries. Early in the morning as the dew began to settle on the bodies of slain soldiers, not yet buried, Naaman walked around the battlefield. His walk allowed him to survey the ragged remains of both armies.

Namaan’s own army was in pretty good shape. It had been a vastly superior force on the field. The survivors of the defeated army could only bow or salute as he walked by with his guard. These survivors included a young girl, child bride of one of the now-dead mercenaries.

As Naaman approached her and the body of her young husband, the girl, Qila, did a most unexpected thing. Qila rose from preparing the body of her man for burial. She calmly stepped directly into the path of Naaman and his guards. The armored men, alert for any hostile action from the defeated army, quickly drew their swords and leveled their spears for action against a single, widowed, unarmed fifteen year old Samarian girl.

Naaman’s face showed his puzzlement over her intent, but then he gestured for his troops to lower their weapons. As they did, she cooly walked toward him with her hands open in front of her. She came close, then stopped a few feet away. Naaman spoke first.

"Tell me, girl, why you risk death by stopping me from my walk. You know I need no excuse to have you killed. But you are young and beautiful. I need to bring to my wife a present from this war. That present will be you. You can come to my home, and serve my wife. You will spend your days making my wife more beautiful.

Qila answered slowly, but with certainty in her voice. "Sir, my God knows you are an honorable man. You have been gracious and compassionate in your victories. That is very good. I am content."

So Naaman brought Qila home with him to Damascus as a present for his wife. She immediately began her duties in Naaman’s household. Early in the next morning Qila helped Naaman’s wife with her bath. Presently she spoke openly with her mistress.

"Your husband’s body bears the marks of disease. It is a disease that keeps you both awake at night. This disease even divides you from your family. It is a terrible burden for you."

"Because he is compassionate with God’s people, my God wishes him to be healed of this disease. If only my lord would visit the prophet Elisha who is in Samaria! The great god of the Hebrews will cure my lord of his leprosy!"

Naaman spoke to his king about the girl, asking permission to visit Elisha. Naaman’s king sent the king of Israel appropriate gifts, along with a letter of introduction. The letter told of Naaman’s disease, and the promise of the young Samarian girl.

The king of Israel nearly panicked. "Am I a god, able to give life or death? This mighty king sends word to me to cure a man of his leprosy? I believe he is trying to start a quarrel with me."
But Elisha heard about the message, and how the king of Israel panicked at being asked to heal in the name of the Lord of the Universe. Elisha asked that Naaman be brought to him.

Naaman came with his horses and his chariots and his armed guard. They rode up in a great charge and wheeled to a stop in front of Naaman’s house. It was only a little distance from the River Jordan. The horses panted and pranced in the hot desert air as Naaman approached the prophet of the Lord. He sat before Elisha and handed the letter to the prophet.

Elisha read the letter from Naaman’s king. He thought briefly, as if in deep prayer. Then he spoke. "Go to the river Jordan. It is very close. It is the river of the Lord. Wash in it seven times, dipping your whole body in it seven times. When you have done this, your flesh shall be restored and you shall be clean. You will be clean when you come out of the water of the Lord of Israel."

Naaman jumped to his feet in anger, stomping back to his chariot. "I thought that at least for me he would surely stand and call on the name of the Lord his God. I thought he would wave his hand over the spot, and cure the leprosy!"

"We have rivers in Damascus, too, you know. We have the Abana and the Pharpar. Surely these are better than the waters of Israel. They are clean, and fresh. I have bathed before in the great waters of Damascus. Could I not wash in them again, and be clean? Is this country hick prophet saying that his god is stronger than our god? It can not be so!" Naaman stormed with rage at Elisha. His rage shook him so badly the beads of sweat flew from his neck and his nose.

But Naaman had been a very astute man at a good time. He had picked good and wise servants. One of them spoke to Naaman the Syrian hero. "Sir, if the prophet had commanded you to do something difficult, would you not have done it? Of course you would have. So all he said to you was, ‘Wash, and be clean!’ "

Well, you should known that Naaman was still pretty smart. He knew when someone was talking sense to him. So Naaman went down to the River Jordan, just a little distance away. He did not have to wait until he came home to Damascus. He only went to the Jordan, a few feet away.

At the Jordan, Naaman dipped himself in the water seven times. This was what Elisha said he must do. Seven times.

Then Naaman’s flesh was restored like the flesh of a young boy. He was clean at last.
Naaman did what the Lord asked. He went to the closest water, dipped himself in it seven times, and was healed. It was an act of faith.

A Rainbow Connection

The Rainbow Connection

Luke 2:41-52

Karl Evans

2007

Donkeys. Good grief, donkeys. Donkeys have been the stock of motherly love and admiration since the earliest of times. These steady workers have also been the butts of constant jokes. Even political commentators and tired travelers have lamented their stubbornness and cries of woe.

Yet donkeys have a reputation as docile, plodding, easy-going animals, willing to accept any load. Faithful donkeys have been the burden-bearers of almost the entire world since domestic animal history began.

Along a hot trail or standing in the sun or lying in the shade, donkeys seem always to be the same. Legend says donkeys will never stray, never flinch. Much of the hoopla about donkeys is true.

That is, all but that little part about being gentle, easy-going, and docile. And especially except that part about being comfortable to ride.

Donkeys are common on the busiest street in Jerusalem. In front of the Temple of Judaism, the holiest shrine in the world, donkeys may not seem so pleasant. There are a few problems at a sacred site.

Every day, hundreds of people from Jerusalem itself came to the temple. Many more came from faraway places such as India and Spain and Madagascar and Egypt.

The visitors came with their yapping dogs and with their neighing and prancing horses. Pilgrims came with their singing and talking birds and with their oxen and their camels. They came to make an offering to the Lord and to give thanks.

Of course, they also came to buy and sell. They came to yell at and bicker with each other. All this made this one of the most crowded and cosmopolitan of markets of the time.

Now, about the donkeys. What do you think? In this mess, will a donkey stand still? Will a donkey stand quietly while dogs chase each other and fight each other between the legs of the donkey?

Will the donkey stand calmly while huge oxen plod by? Or will it remain placid as the governor's chariots race back and forth?

Can the donkey be calm while camels three times the size of the donkey buck and roar and spit over them? Would you? Of course not.

But now it is early morning, and time to go back home. Time to return to Damascus, and Alexandria, and Bagdad, and Delhi. Time to hit the road.

So the donkey pilgrims form their caravan as early in the morning as possible. When the first light of day comes, they already have their packs tied together and strapped to their beasts.
They are usually some of the poorest of the pilgrims. The wealthier travelers had camels or chariots for themselves. These poor but faithful visitors have only donkeys and dogs. The travelers with camels and horses looked down on them.

Yet the donkey pilgrims are not quite destitute. A donkey, though not a huge animal, is still worth good money. And it still requires feed, and water, and care.

These pilgrims have come to the Temple for the sake of faith rather than status. Some have perhaps done a small bit of buying or selling in Jerusalem to help pay for the trip. Now, with the rituals and the trading done, the Temple visited, and homesickness setting in, it is time to leave.

With the first light of dawn, the men of the caravan make their last walk into the courtyard of the Temple. Many meaningful prayers are uttered here. Often the prayers are for another opportunity to see the temple again one more time before death.

Then the families and animals wait, rubbing the sleep out of their eyes. The men offer their last prayers for a safe journey home--wherever around the world that may be. Many of them will never see Jerusalem again. Then, donkey after donkey, camel after camel, sandal after sandal, the ragged bands begin the long trek home. They are long gone before the confusion of the daily marketplace really erupts.

In relief and in a spiritual high, the whole caravan of pilgrims and sightseers and small-time traders move off down the road. They are beginning what will be for many families a 10-day or ten-week trek to home, to Nazareth or Athens wherever their home happened to be.

Almost this whole caravan left.

Almost this whole family left.

There was the boy--oh, about twelve or so. The trip was a present from his parents on his becoming a man. This was in the good tradition of the Jews.

He has been confirmed in the faith just after his twelfth birthday. His family and friends affirmed him and his place in the community. They supported him in his relationship with his God and with God's Chosen People.

Jesus had gone through the ritual in the winter. Now it is spring and the rainy season is past. The family has made the trip from Nazareth to Jerusalem. They came partly as a sightseeing and business trip and partly as a gift to Jesus.

Now Joseph has been getting along in years. This would almost certainly be his last trip to Jerusalem. As he knelt, he felt the majestic presence of the Great Temple. The power of God seemed to force itself upon him from the spot of the Holy of Holies.

In his last few moments alone with the beloved Temple, Joseph prayed for peace for all the world. He prayed for his wife and family. He prayed for Jerusalem, and for Israel, and for the family of David.

At last he let his mind and heart see a new Israel springing up around the Temple. He could see sunshine and flowers and rainbows.

Jesus could even feel the peace of the new Israel. This vision was the most precious gift of any pilgrimage to the Temple. Every Son of Abraham is privileged to witness that vision, given a little faith.

With the vision firmly embedded in his heart and mind, Joseph was ready.

The men of the caravan slowly rose to go back to the caravan and begin the long trek.

Joseph left Jesus kneeling in the courtyard, deep in prayer. Joseph was used to this by now.
Jesus spent more time in prayer than did other boys. Mary and Joseph had long since decided the best parenting style in this situation was benign neglect. He chose to let Jesus be. He did not understand Jesus. Joseph just tried to stay out of Jesus’ way.

Joseph frequently remembered Jesus had a special relationship with God. Often he thought it might turn out to be more trouble than it was worth. Sometimes, such as just now, Jesus was a confusing nuisance. By his special interests, he was not quite in the mainstream of the community.

His extra time reading or in prayer might have been better used to help in the carpentry work. Even at the age of twelve he could have made some money working or trading here at the gates of the Temple. Right now he could have been helping the caravan prepare its departure.

Now that Jesus had become a man, Joseph was hoping he would be a little more reliable about the family business. Jesus can work hard as a carpenter's helper. Jesus could and should do the things needed to make the family life better.

But today, because it is special, Joseph let Jesus have a last few minutes. Joseph had a donkey and a wife to look after. Jesus would be along shortly. Joseph really needed Jesus with him now. Jesus could both carry part of the load and help lead the donkey.

Now as a man and a Jew, Jesus finally lifted his eyes. He rose slowly but resolutely in the morning light of the courtyard. Steadily he turned to join his parents. He really wanted to just stay in the courtyard of the Temple, but he knew he must go back now to Nazareth. There would be another day.

As he took one last look around the yard, his eyes landed on a blind man. The man's dog was just setting on a fight with another dog, a stray. They were yapping and barking and biting and crying.

The leash on the blind man's dog was getting tangled in the legs and mouths of both dogs. The blind man tried to separate them but succeeded only in getting himself bit by his own dog.

Jesus ran to the man and the dogs. With the help of another man he pulled the dogs apart. Jesus struggled to untangle the leashes and legs and teeth of the dogs. He spoke as calmly and gently as he could to sooth the emotions of the frantic dogs.

Jesus spoke the thoughts running through him, deep inside. "There has to be a better way for the Father's creatures to live. Mister, let me look at your dog. Come on, now, that's better. Let's have a look at you."

The blind man knelt beside Jesus, running his hands over his dog. He tried to find the places of torn skin and muscles, but could do little without help. The young Jesus helped him locate the bites that were the most dangerous.

The man found a little oil in his pouch, and Jesus helped him put it on the worst of the places. Jesus tied some of the hairs around a torn spot together to help the skin stay in place until it could heal.

Then Jesus looked to the other dog. He found a panting, heaving, skinny, half-starved mongrel, a wild dog of the streets. Jesus tried to work on his hurts. There was no one to hold this dog. Everyone else had left when the fighting was over.

Jesus thought again, "There has to be a better way for the Father's creatures to live."

Finally a woman knelt beside him to look at the wounds. She poured some water from a skin pouch at her waist. She bathed the open sores. Gently the unknown lady spoke to Jesus and to the dog.

Just as the kind lady brought out a little oil pouch, a large man, a course man, grabbed her by her hair and pulled her roughly to her feet. "Stupid woman. No sense at all. That's about the stupidest thing I've seen ever in this world!"

Jesus heard the words, " . . . in this world," and something in him moved. Something had to change. This was not the world hoped for in Creation.

Then, with the movement within the heart of Jesus, something began to change in the world. Jesus went to the well where another woman helped him clean the mud and the dogs' blood from his clothing and hands.

As they cleaned him off, Jesus questioned himself about his life. There must be another world, another kingdom, another life. But how?

He was supposed to be a man now, but really he was only a boy of twelve. He was the son of a carpenter, the son of Mary. But there was more. The congregation of the synagogue had confirmed Jesus as a Son of the Covenant, a Son of David, a Son of the Creator.

Somehow he didn't know all this meant for him yet, but now he was a man, a responsible adult. He knew he was ready to take his turn in the synagogue, ready to teach, ready to serve.

Just ready! But for what?

Jesus nearly ran to the circle of priests gathering now for the daily Temple work. His eagerness could hardly be contained in his young body. Jesus needed to ask how they could transform this world into the New World.

Jesus partly asked from the Law, which said Jesus had the right to ask questions now. Partly he lived out their tradition, which said he could sit among them for a time. Partly from kindness, but mostly from Jesus’ own boyish eagerness, the priests opened their circle to him.

He began to ask them the questions which were troubling him, questions which have troubled every generation of teenagers.

It was well he did. There were many ideas, refreshing ideas. These learned men were eager to attempt to answer fresh questions, though they were also old questions.

They discovered life anew, these men and the boy/man. Learning together. Dreaming together. Preparing together.

Some of the priests talked about their own frustrations with families who did not understand the commitment to the faith. Some families didn't like the constant emphasis on prayer and ritual.
Jesus could see the real frustrations of temple life in these men. Yet he knew this was only a symptom of the difficulty of living in such a world.

They talked for hours. As their talking went on Jesus became more excited about the forces available to change this world.

He began to see there actually were adults in the synagogues and in the Temple who cared. Many cared as deeply about the world as Jesus did. He began to experience the frustrations of a society which tries to do what is right and just cannot quite hit the mark.

The place of the faithful people of the Lord became much more clear in his mind. His heart seemed to overflow with the possibilities for a new world.

"Jesus! What are you doing? Gentlemen, I'm sorry for butting in, but Jesus has no business here. He is supposed to be with us in the caravan.

"Jesus, we've looked all over for you. Your mother is worried sick. We walked halfway to Jericho before we turned back for you.

"We brought you to Jerusalem because we thought you had become a man, you were no longer a child.

"But now you act like a child. You are supposed to be a man, a Son of the Covenant, a Son of David, a man of the people. Maybe you are too proud to even be with people who have a donkey

"Maybe your people are these rich priests who never have done a day's work in their lives!"

Jesus' vision wandered off to the donkey. He knew his friend was getting old. Hundreds of times he had heard the story of how it had carried Mary and her yet-to-be-born Child to Bethlehem. Jesus had spent hundreds of hours climbing on the donkey, petting him, talking to him, pretending he was another friend. Now it was his job to feed it, to comb it, to keep it healthy and out of harm.

There was a newborn donkey, just a few weeks old now, which would one day replace this old friend on these trips.

Just now the baby donkey was back in Nazareth, just eating and playing and growing. Soon his father would be tired, too tired to make the long trips, but by then the son would be ready.
Jesus thought of the blind man. He remembered with his touch the quivering dogs. His heart churned for the woman with the oil who suffered at the hand of an abusive and violent man. He felt thankful for the one who helped him clean up. His eyes began to see another world.

Jesus looked around at the understanding eyes of the priests. His vision was of them each holding a scroll of the scripture in front of them, reading, explaining, teaching.

He looked at Joseph who just hours ago was kneeling beside him in the Temple courtyard. Together they had prayed for the New World. "Dad, you need to know now I must take care of my Father's business. But you are right. There is work to do in Galilee."

Though the rainy season was past, a rainbow appeared in the bright Jerusalem skies.

As For Me and My Family . . .

As for Me and My Family
Karl Evans

Zechariah considered himself lucky. He was a priest of Israel. That was enough, but he was more. A holy man, a son in a family of priests. In the very personal way of his ancestors, Zechariah chose to live his life as a very public priest.

Everyone around watched as he put his faith and his beliefs into every motion and word. His friends and neighbors honored his calling. Any priest could and often did fail as a man. The honor was for his calling. The calling came from the Lord.

Zechariah spent his hours and his will helping others. He gathered around himself any who were willing to struggle seriously with life. Their own relationships with family and neighbors, with the temple and with the Lord were their focus.

Together they worked out details of their own faith in action. These faithful Jews tried to be carefully proper in religious practice. As do any who are called to help order this part of life, Zechariah worked hard to develop patterns and habits of faith in action.

The sacrifices and other rituals were in Zechariah’s keeping. Helping his family and his neighbors work out their relationships with the Creator was his life. It was the holiest of callings. The prayers, songs and readings from the scrolls of the faith were his tools. These pieces of literature made relationships with the Lord real in the hearts of the people.

The nation of Zechariah was the holiest of nations. His language was the holiest of languages. The sacred hope of Zechariah was to use himself and his tools completely. His task was to build the Kingdom of the Lord with those tools. He lived to lead the community to deeper relationship with the Lord of the Universe.

Zechariah and Elizabeth were very aware this. They were most comfortable with his sacred portion. He had within his soul the sense and the responsibility of sacred events. The timing and shaping of the most ordinary, important and beautiful human activities were in his care.

Many priests do not have this inner excitement of the soul. It arises from close contact with the Divine One. Some of the priests who seemed most public around the temple were especially tepid with their sacrificial touch. Priestly wannabes often passed ritual sensitivity off as some sort of softness or even lunacy. Spiritual sensitivity taking hold of one’s life is a universally beautiful event.

Sometimes Zechariah felt wonderful ecstasy when the High Priest entered the Holy of Holies. The only action – ever – in that room was the High Priest speaking the name of the Lord. This majestic act came only once each year. On the Day of Atonement. Knowing that was happening at that precise moment always gave Zechariah a bodily chill.

Sometimes Zechariah thrilled to the sacred chants of the temple priests. It was a high sacred moment when one of them approached the altar. The temple priest usually walked accompanied by two visiting priests. These men came from other parts of the world on pilgrimage to Jerusalem. In the holy city each tried to serve at the temple as an act of faith. Serving two times each year at the temple was the standard.

Together they approached the altar slowly and solemnly. Together they offered prayers as they lit little bits of incense. The incense burned slowly and quietly. As it glowed, the scent lifted the whole environment while Zechariah's heart pounded within him.

Sacred events were Zechariah's full calling in life. More than anything else in life he wanted more than to lift his life to the Lord. It was his way to serve through the rituals of the temple, synagogue and home.

His heart quickened at all such times. Zechariah always preferred to be in Jerusalem. Whether he lived his days out in Jerusalem or not, his soul was there. Sometimes he watched the rituals in person if he happened to be in Jerusalem at the Temple on his semiannual duty.

If Zechariah stayed home in Galilee, he was still a priest. He earned his living trading leather goods at the market. But even in the market place, he lived the temple rhythms. His heart knew the sacrifice and prayer times at the temple.

At these hours his mind's eye filled with the vision of the priests. Zechariah could see them going about their duties a hundred and fifty miles away.

He even warmed to the ancient readings from Ezekiel and Isaiah at the appointed time. These sacred words told of the work of the priests in Babylonian exile six hundred years earlier.

Even the work of the priests of the Babylonian religion was exciting to contemplate. The Babylonians had held the Hebrews captive two hundred years. They had their own gods.
Babylonian life centered around the Ziggurat and the great temples of the enslaving people. But these men and women remained faithful to their gods and to their calling. The Jews knew these priests must be honored and respected as faithful in their way. The calling to be a priest is high in every religion of earth. There is a unity of the priesthood, even across faith lines.

Zechariah's calling as a priest of the One God surpassed any nationalist patriotism. The thought of any faithful priestly action moved his soul to new life.

On one of his duty weeks in Jerusalem Zechariah held the privilege of attending to the temple priest of the day. The temple priest skillfully organized the evening prayer and incense offering. The priest asked Zechariah to lead the procession to the altar. This was both an honor and a personally dramatic moment.

Zechariah walked stately along the aisle. The path carried him between the rows of a couple hundred Jerusalem residents and visitors who had gathered for the daily ritual. The Galilean priest carried the incense box at arms’ length in front of him. Zechariah walked intently and steadily toward the alter. As he walked, he chanted the old call to worship. These stately words echo even today through the assemblies of God's people.

"Prepare the way of the Lord!"
"Prepare the way of the Lord!"

Now the three priests stood in deep reverence at the altar. This is yet the holiest place of the holiest people. The holiest words spoken carefully by the priest expressed the holiest thoughts of humankind.

Zechariah was to light the incense at the great altar. But the faithful man, lost in spiritual sensitivity before the altar, seemed unable to move. It was as though he were frozen in time and space.

The temple priest was prepared for this. The guild of priests knew the embarrassing possibility. They knew one day some priest from a far land might get stage fright and be unable to serve. When the priest sensed a frozen moment, he covered the clumsiness. Easily he stepped around the frozen priest. The priest took the match from the hand of Zechariah and touched the incense with it.

The patient priest could not know the fullness of the vision of the faithful Zechariah. Zechariah stood, eyes wide-open but unseeing. A brilliant vision came before him at the altar. This vision shaped his entire life in a quick ritual moment. Somehow he knew in this time that Elizabeth would bear a son. The son would be one for whom they had prayed in earnest hope. They knew God would answer.

Zechariah also knew his son’s name would be John. This would be a surprise, for John was not a name from his own family. His inability to speak now told him he would be mute from that day until the day John was born!

Zechariah was immediately lifted high by the vision. For nine months it didn't matter he couldn't speak. Elizabeth would have a son. That would have brought pleasure and excitement enough to the elderly couple. The greater thrill was that this son would be a holy priest, perhaps even the high priest!

Both Zechariah and Elizabeth were of the Levitic priestly line. That meant their son would have an opportunity to become the high priest of the nation. True, it was somewhat a political office. It was certainly the highest office in the world in the minds of these faithful lovers.

The most difficult condition for a high priest of the nation was met in the marriage of Zechariah and Elizabeth. The high priest had to be the son of a man and woman who were both of priestly families. This possibility alone would validate every part of their lives together. It would give sacred wings to their love!

The second condition for the high priest had to do with commitment. Many men who might be candidates were simply not willing to serve. The high priesthood had sunk to a low level now. The reign of Herod and the occupation by Rome had been hard on the priesthood.

Herod the Great, the alien king, had installed his own high priest. Rome recognized this man as the legitimate voice of the temple. They only wanted to pacify Herod. Recognition by the people as the only meaningful high priest meant extreme danger. It probably would bring certain death. Herod would tolerate no opposition. A high priest and his family must face this as a matter of ordinary life.

On the other hand, Herod could name any man as high priest. Then the priests and lay people of the Jews could and would reject him as legitimate. This would replace the spiritual realities of the temple with politics and rebellion. Zechariah and Elizabeth knew all this. Their faith moved them to go beyond the danger and support their son toward his calling.

The son was born, Zechariah called him "John."

"John?" Elizabeth and many friends of the family were puzzled. "Why have you chosen that name for your son? There is no one else in the family by that name. Have you lost your sense of reason? Is your tongue not working properly?"

Zechariah could only smile and answer "The Lord has told me his name should be `John'. That is all I know." From that day forward, Zechariah could speak again.

For the next twelve years, Zechariah and Elizabeth and the local rabbi, Simeon, schooled him well. Simeon taught John to read the scriptures of the ancient days. Elizabeth told him all they knew about the covenant between God and the people Israel. Zechariah talked through with him the matter of righteousness and holiness.

Zechariah and Elizabeth realized their special calling. Each day they spent hour after hour pouring through all the prophetic teachings about the Messiah.

What is most important, they knew the Messiah was yet to come. They talked as a family about what the Messiah would mean to Israel. They shared visions of the world after he did make his appearance.

The family talked about the Messiah also being a priest. They planned what the family and Israel must do to prepare for the coming of the Messiah. This conversation placed an additional strain on their lives, but it was a good strain. It helped them deal with the stress of living under the Herods and the Romans.

Israel as a nation must constantly prepare itself for the coming of the Messiah. Their son might be the one who would lead Israel in its preparation for redemption. If so, surely Zechariah and Elizabeth would have great responsibility. On their shoulders would rest preparation of their son for his life's work.

They raised their son to be at peace with God. Elizabeth said they should prepare the way of the Lord. They could do this by building into their family an ability to love. Their commitment must be to righteousness. Their call was to serve the Lord without reservation.

In the evenings the family talked of their faith. Young John began to form in his heart deeper feelings about preparation for the Messiah. The maturing youth began to see the radical nature of his call to be the voice of the Lord. He was called to serve without concern for the danger to his own life.

As the years passed, Zechariah often took John along on his duty weeks in Jerusalem. As his father before him, the boy sensed his calling. Young John always found himself caught up in one spectacular moment in the daily life of the temple. At this high sacred point the priest walked down the aisle of the Temple chanting:

"Prepare the way of the Lord!"
"Prepare the way of the Lord!"

John sometimes stood hidden deep in the crowd. At other times he was near enough to touch his father's hand. Often he could close his eyes, sensing nothing but the grace of the ritual. Now, instead of the priest singing, it was the sound of a majestic angel crying out:

"Prepare the way of the Lord!"
"Prepare the way of the Lord!"

Always the lessons of the faith ran through his heart in these words. These spoken moments of living faith were precious. They were stronger to him than all the reading from the scriptures. Reading and lifting the covenant required hours of concentration. Deep questions from the synagogue class stretched his mind. John took all this very seriously.

Then came the day they ordained John a priest. He was now a special man. Legally and in the eyes of the religion, he was set apart. He was not just an adult male. That ceremony had come three years earlier at his twelfth birthday. Today he is ordained as a priest in the nation Israel.

For John, fasting for the required thirty days before the ceremony was not bad. He had fasted earlier in his life. The strong young man was all right with the rigors of going without food. John rather enjoyed spending his fasting time in prayer and in meditation. The new priest was obsessed now with the events of this day. He knew his own responsibilities as a priest.

John had always looked ahead to the next few years. He would spend his time learning the rituals and practices of temple service. Then he would be ready to take his turn at the high place.

But in these early days of fasting and preparation, John had become aware of a very different plan for his life. This plan did not seem to come from within himself. He felt it came from his relationship with the Lord. It showed itself as a self awareness vision. The plan would take him in directions away from temple service and ceremonial purity.

John walked slowly to the cool tiled pool in the Essene community. His heart was comfortable here where his ordination was to take place. His warm eyes met his father’s. Zechariah was now a very old man, but his faith was warm.

John's ears – but not his heart – were hearing the tender prayer-psalms of the Essenes, the pious and faithful ones. These were prayers for purity and faithfulness and simplicity. They focused his mind and heart again on the old, old words of the temple chants.

Even in Zechariah’s late years his voice was strong and disciplined and clear. John stepped slowly into the cool waters of the pool. As he did, he heard his father's voice as if again ringing from the steps of the Temple.

"Prepare the way of the Lord!"
"Prepare the way of the Lord!"

Now the waters of the Pool of the Purification were feeling cool on his feet. Carefully the personal helpers among the priests and laity moved to him. They began to ritually strip him of his robes and his loin cloth. Pausing only for a simple prayer, John was aware at once of the Temple call to prepare the way of the Lord. With that in his heart, he plunged naked into the cool waters of the Pool of Purification.

The determined young John, a Man of the Lord, knelt on the bottom of the pool. A priest ran his hand over John's back and head to be certain the clear waters of the Pool of Purification covered it completely.

The waters came over his body and released him from the forces of gravity and from his own past. John felt himself lifted now. He was not aware whether he was buoyed by something ordinary or other worldly. It might be the physical buoyancy of his body in the waters, by the Spirit of the Lord, or by his own commitment. John knew full well his was a special role in the world. It was a role no one else could fill. Somehow the Lord would use the waters of this Pool of Purification. With them the Lord would release both John and the nation from the sins of the past.

Somehow within John there was a way of knowing sacred things. John knew he would not die until he had seen the Messiah, the Chosen One of the Lord. John would live to greet the One who would redeem the world.

John would see - perhaps even be a catalyst for - the making of the new relationship between the Lord and the People. Then this new way of living would last until the end of time.
John knew it was God's grace which redeems. He also knew it is a person’s responsibility to live the pure life after the redemption. More, it had been the grace of the Lord which had chosen John. He eagerly answered his own call. John was read for his own role. He could and would announce the coming of the Messiah to the world.

His Spirit now felt calmed by the waters of purification. John rose to come out. Here was the new man, baptized by water and purified by grace. He dried himself carefully in the sun. The boy-man who would be priest then wrapped the towel around himself. His mother had prepared a soft white cloth especially for this sacred event.

One of John's mentors among the priests of the Essenes led him to the cupboard where the scrolls of scripture were kept. These scrolls of the laws of Moses and of the Prophets were open to his choice.

John was surprised to feel his hand taken by his father. Zechariah gently squeezed it. Then with great determination he placed it gently on the scroll of the prophet Isaiah. He firmly but gently pressed the young hand against the document of hope and expectation. The Teacher of Righteousness served as leader of the Essene community. Now he repeated the words said over all priests at their ordination, even to this day.

"Take the authority to teach and to declare that which you find in the Scriptures. May the Lord defend you with righteous strength and heavenly grace."

Again the voices of the community around John rang with the old words. They were the sacred call heard in the temple and in the temple of John's heart.

"Prepare the way of the Lord."
"Prepare the way of the Lord."

Zechariah and Elizabeth spread John's robe around his shoulders. The parents held him in a family embrace for a moment. They kissed and shared huge tears.

As the three held each other, Elizabeth's mind wandered to the first days of her son's life. Those first painful days were filled with humbling awe at the new life. The mother both reveled in and dreaded the prospect of future threats and hurts. Even when she held him as an infant, there was a special quality about him.

John went to greet each spiritual brother or sister in the little Essene community. The young priest hugged each individually. As their faces touched, John heard only words of personal and community support.

As each held John for a moment, one could hear a little prayer and personal request for the new priest.

"Prepare the way of the Lord!"
"Prepare the way of the Lord!"

Then John returned for one last quietly ecstatic embrace with his parents. Now committed and ordained, the new priest stood for a moment alone. Then the would-be high priest of the nation Israel walked slowly off into the desert.

The Widow's Little Gift

The Widow's Little Gift

Luke 21

Karl Evans

Jesus made his long pilgrimage at last. It was to be the last long journey of his short but eventful life. Before making his way to Jerusalem, Jesus first traveled all over Galilee. He went down into the Decapolis.

Jesus wanted to go to Scythopolis. This Greek city had a major university. The people were skilled in critical thinking, and in debate. Jesus enjoyed discussions of theology, and politics, and reason, and life itself. Scythopolis would provide him with a great challenge. He never made it. Jesus did, however, take some rest and recreation. He moved easily around the tourist cities of Tyre and Sidon on the Mediterranean coast.

Jesus’ followers were most at home around the Sea of Galilee. Jesus seemed to enjoy spending most of his ministry there. This native of Nazareth knew and honored the traditions of the Hebrew people. One great tradition was that the greatest of the prophets would always come from the area of Galilee.

Now Jesus’ ministry was nearing its zenith. He led his small band down from the hill country of Galilee to the southern territories of Palestine. Jesus met Zacheus in Jericho and shared a meal with him. He had given Bartimaeus back his sight at the gate of Jericho. Now in the final passage of his pilgrimage, Jesus left Jericho to come up the long hill to Jerusalem.

In the holiest city of all Jesus now stood before the most holy building in all the world, the great temple of the Jews. Jesus’ eyes widened at its beauty and majesty. The temple no longer held much gold and precious stones. These were long since stolen by despotic rulers, invading mercenaries and unscrupulous priests.

The presence of the temple in Jerusalem spoke volumes of the theology and faith of the Jews. Its design reflected the sentiment of the Jewish people that their god, Yahweh, was the god of the entire universe.

Carved stones and hanging drapes covered the walls of the temple. Statuary and ornaments graced the gateways and door posts and walls. Temple workers embedded the many doors and columns and fixtures with emeralds and rubies.

Hundreds and sometimes thousands of people came into this beautiful scenario on a daily basis. The faithful came to make sacrifices and prayers. Scholars and students came to study the Torah. Questioners came to talk to the priests. Pilgrims came to visit this holiest of holy places. Tourists came to take in the sights. Some came for all these.

On this day, few had any sense the Son of God was teaching in the temple. Nearly everyone was looking to their own needs, or the realities of the crowds. Nothing special.

Marian came to the temple early. She knew nothing of the Messiah teaching in the temple. If she had known, she would have immediately struggled to touch him, or call out his name. She did not know. Rather, Marian came to the Temple to make her gift. She only cared about her God.

Some might say this was not an easy thing for Marian to do. Some would say Marian really had to force herself to give in this way. Some would say that, but it would not be true. Forcing herself to give was not in the way of Marian. Marian, the widow. Marian, the hard worker. Marian, the survivor.

Twelve long years ago Stalyk had died, leaving her alone in Jerusalem. It was quick and unexpected, his death. Since that sad day Marian made this trip, day after day after day. Every day. On the sabbath she carried a different load.

On the sabbath her visit to the temple was different, but she still made the trip. Good weather and bad, hot and cold. Once Marian had been married to Stalyk. They had a good home of their own. Now Marian, the widow, was married only to Yahweh, and the temple was their home.

It wasn't a long trip, only a few minutes, perhaps a mile. It was usually a pleasant walk even when she walked the hill in the heat of the day. On those days she shaded herself with the hood of her robe.

At first she had not noticed all the people along the route. After a few months she became more familiar with the people, and with the animals. She spoke to them as she passed and they came to expect her to walk by each day. Shopkeepers, beggars, children and others, like herself, just kept on keeping on.

Lately Marian simply walked, and kept walking. She always kept her mind on two things. First, she must be in the temple. Second, she must keep on keeping on and keeping on.

Stalyk had been a shoe maker, a sandal maker, a leather and wood worker by trade. He was quite good at making sandals. Many wealthy people came to him for sandals. Many poor came as well. Stalyk sold all he could make. These were good sandals. Stalyk made the sandals many different ways. Some were all of leather. Some had wood soles and leather straps. Some had cloth pads on the straps, or perhaps bits of metal or stone for decoration.

Sometimes the customers called on Stalyk to make harness for horses or donkeys. Sometimes, when he had time to spare, he made leather and wood shields for soldiers or guards. It was simple work for a good leather worker, and easy money. Stalyk would rather have just been making sandals.

Stalyk was a good man, a strong man. He should have lived a long time. It would have been a good life for Stalyk and Marian. Except for the fighting.

A street battle caught Stalyk between Roman soldiers and zealot guerilla fighters. He was killed just down the street from his home by a ricocheting Roman arrow.

When Stalyk died, Marian began her daily routine. She did what she must to survive as best she could in a world long before the coming of Equal Rights.

Long before women were released from being chattel -- some would say cattle -- status, life was not easy. Marian was forced to make her way in a hostile society. This society held a trap for widows and women driven out by their husbands. Many were forced to live the life of a prostitute or slave to survive. Not Marian. She was strong enough to stave off that degradation.

Marian had learned the sandal trade from Stalyk as they had worked together in the shop. Stalyk had learned from his father. Now Marian learned to cut and sew leather. She learned to work leather just right so it would be supple and soft to not rub blisters.

After Stalyk's death Marian carried on the business alone. Being a woman in the craft was difficult. The purchase of leather was perhaps the most frustrating portion. The leather sellers in the market expected any woman to be weak-willed and incapable of sharp trading. Sometimes the traders even refused to bargain with her for the top quality skins.

Some unethical entrepreneurs made a point of attempting to force the lesser quality of skin on Marian. Some demanded a premium price for their own shoddy material and handiwork. Marian could only smile at their greed and move to another trader.

Sometimes friends would give her bits and pieces of leather, wood or cloth to use. Most of her neighbors and relatives depended on her for their own sandal work. Those close to her often gave her a little extra, just to help her hang on. Marian never made much money.

Days passed into each other as she struggled to keep going. The passage of time meant little to Marian. Except for the sabbath, that is. On every day but the sabbath, Marian rose before dawn to make her little meals for the day. Marian usually had some bread, a little fish and meal. On some celebrative occasion she might share a chicken or a piece of lamb or mutton with a friend.

She spent the day at the market. Marian persistently showed her handmade sandals to potential customers. She took her knife and needles with her. Marian had good skill to make on-the-spot repairs for waiting customers. Someone eager to have their sandals repaired seemed to always appear at mealtime. Her skill and willingness to work were a lifesaver. The footwear was all that stood between tender feet and burning sand and rough stone of Jerusalem streets.

Most of Marian's customers paid her in the time-honored way of all the world, in trade, in barter. Some had flour. Others had fish. Some had wood or metal or jewels. Some even had money.

Marian knew the money was most precious. She could trade such coin for almost anything. It could go for services such as doctors, or for the entertainers that set up shop around the town at night. In Marian’s dreams, the coin could go for perfume, or for jewels. She never spent any on those things, but Marian knew it was possible. She could hold the money for the days Marian did not feel well enough to work. Yet something else called for the money in Marian's life.

Since the fighting had killed Stalyk, many things troubled Marian. She had seen the Roman soldiers come and go. She saw the constant fights with the guerrillas who came in off the desert. They irritated the Roman garrison, then ran back into the hills. The fighters never had much opportunity to really do damage to the Roman army. The Roman legions were too many and too well armed. The fighters just pestered the Romans; even killed a few of them. They could not finally defeat the Romans.

Marian saw death and destruction in the streets. The fighters and the soldiers were not the only ones who suffered the ills of society. She saw families breaking up over wine-drinking. She saw men and women and children wandering homelessly about the streets. They had no shelter, no sanctuary from the cold. Many had no sandals, or no blankets.

Marian saw hunger, and sometimes knew it. She saw how fragile was her own existence. She knew she lived in constant danger. Any day might see her raped or ill or homeless.

If Rome attacked the population of the city, she was as defenseless as any. The reality of her whole world could come to pieces around her in an emergency. Marian had no way to defend herself.

Marian couldn't know the future. Almost forty years later, Rome would sack the city trying to destroy the Jewish heritage. Marian could not have seen that ninety years later the Romans would exact bloody revenge for the attacks by the hill country fighters. The Romans would pull the temple down on several hundred men, women and children. The Jews thought they would be safe, and had taken refuge there. They thought the Romans would not spill blood in the temple. She could not have known of the coming disaster, but she could feel it coming.

This widow was not without her own strength, however. With the death of Stalyk, Marian had committed herself to finding her strength in one place, in one relationship. She had no other recourse. She craved no other source of strength.

Marian knew she needed to find at least one anchor, one rock that would stand firm. If she did, she might cope with whatever the world might throw at her. She had to have a solid rock, a foundation.

She had found her rock. The Lord, the ancient God of the Hebrew people, was her foundation. The rock who was present in Sinai and in Babylon. The rock who was later at Auschwitz and Flossenberg, and who was there in Gaza and Tel Aviv. This was her rock, her strength.

So for twelve years, Marian had made the trek to the temple for the sake of her Rock. She went to the Sanctuary of Yahweh, the Lord, the god whose name says "I will risk my very existence for you!" She called on the Lord of the ancient ones, asking for little, giving praise for much.

For twelve long years she brought to the House of the Lord everything she had left at the end of the day. She held nothing back.

Sometimes it was a few coin, sometimes it was some small gift. Sometimes it was a handful of flour, or a pair of children’s sandals or other small item. These she placed on a table from which the poor could help themselves. Always it was a gift of everything she could put together from her own meager supplies.

Then Marian would go to a small corner for a long time in prayer. Each day the prayer was much the same as the day before.

"Blessed art thou, O Lord, Ruler of the universe. Because you walk hand in hand with me through this day, I fear no evil. Your presence is a comfort to me. I bring this small bit you might use.

For the sake of all who need your presence, establish on earth your kingdom among all of us. I thank you, Lord, that I might share in your presence with this gift. Amen."

With that gift, Marian became one with the will of God. She became one with the Lord in love. Faithful Marian shared her life with her creator just as the Son of God would be one day share his life with her. She lived to be faithful. She was faithful to live.

Often Marian stayed late, kneeling in the corner. She listened often, intently focusing for the voice from God, sensing the peace of the presence of God.

Then Marian began her walk back home. After the time around the temple, the walk home was much easier. As she walked, she began to plan her work and schedule for later in the day. She had sandals to repair or make, leather to work, meal to grind, clothes to wash. Each day was much the same. Marian always had time to pet a dog, or smile at a child, or talk with a young mother holding a squirming family together. Occasionally Marian visited with a Roman soldier or a local politician who was wearing her handiwork on his feet.

Jesus, watching all this, said only, "Truly I tell you, this poor widow has put in more than all the wealthiest of the nations have put in together. They have contributed out of their abundance. This woman, giving out of her poverty, has put in all the living she had. The Lord will reward her."

Jesus knew her heart. He talked then about the problems of this life. He talked about the certainty that all cities are places of destruction and desolation to the poor.

Jesus said "In the midst of all this sorrow, lift up your hearts. When the world seems to come unglued in your very presence, lift up your hearts. It is in the midst of that hurt your redemption comes. It is in the midst of turmoil God will save the people."

"When you see the destruction, you will know the Father is at work among you. The Church will be there, clear to the end of all things. It must live there, building, redeeming, empowering, chastening. It must live."

Somewhere, someplace, the words of Isaiah rang again loud and clear just as Jesus had read them two years and a hundred and fifty miles away.

"The spirit of the Lord is upon me, for the Lord has anointed me to preach good news to the poor. He has sent me to proclaim release to the captives and recovering of sight to the blind, to set at liberty those who are oppressed. The Lord has called me to proclaim the acceptable year of the Lord."

Marian went home late in the evening, but not alone.