06-Simon Peter

Word began spreading in Jerusalem that the men who came to the Temple courts everyday to preach of their Messiah could also heal the sick, ease the heavy hearted, and even drive out evil spirits. No one knew who started the rumor, only that it came from the poor beggars and the real or pretended cripples who sat in the vestibule of King Solomon every day.

One day as Simon and John passed by the vestibule, a man pushed himself forward from the crowd of cripples. He couldn’t walk; so he dragged himself on his knees. He raised his bearded face toward Simon with the look that beggars have when they expect to be given bread or money.

Filled with pity, Simon said to him, “Look at us!”

The cripple gazed intently back and forth from Simon to John with thirst in his eyes. And from Simon’s eyes came a look of immeasurable faith to quench that thirst.

“Silver and gold I have none,” said Simon in a deep, hoarse voice, “but what I have I give you. In the name of Jesus of Nazareth, rise up and walk.”

The beggar looked like he’d just been struck repeatedly with a hammer. But his eyes remained fixed on Simon.

Seeing his hesitation, Simon stepped forward, took hold of the cripple, and lifted him up with his powerful arms. The cripple’s paralyzed legs didn’t trust themselves to hold him, and he tottered and swayed, like a newborn calf. But he didn’t fall. Finally, he took a few steps forward.

All of this took place at the time of the afternoon sacrifice when the silver trumpets could be heard in the courts. The Levites on the steps leading to the entrance of the Women’s Court began to sing their psalms. The multitudes that had come to the Temple to pray murmured the prayer of the coming of Messiah, their faces pressed to the floor.

“As to the seed of the house of David, Your servant, cause it to blossom soon, and lift up his heart, for we await Your help every day. Blessed are You, O Lord, who lifts the horn of salvation.”

Through the silence that followed, there rang a sudden cry, “Hosanna! Hosanna!”

The prostrate congregation wouldn’t look up, of course, but the voice kept ringing in the silence, “Hosanna! Hosanna!”

When the prayer ended, the worshippers began murmuring as they looked up.

“What was that? What’s happening?”
“It’s a miracle from heaven!”

A number of men came running into the court.

“The Galileans who preach Messiah have performed a miracle in his name!”
“How? What? Where?”
“They healed Nehemiah, the crippled beggar.”
“Who did?”
“There were two of them. Simon, the short, heavy one with the tangled beard, was the leader in it.”
“In whose name did you say they healed him?”
“In the name of Jesus, the Messiah of Nazareth. Or so they call him.”
“Ignorant Galileans can’t even talk right. They say sibboleth for shibboleth.”
“Isn’t that the Jesus who was hanged from the cross this past Passover? I knew something would come of that.”
“Yes, I remember him teaching in the Temple court. He had this look that, well, I don’t know.”
“Who knows? Maybe the time has come.”

In the meantime, the crowd grew thicker around the threshold of King Solomon’s Vestibule, and a procession of beggars, cripples, blind and half blind set out toward the Court of the Women. The healed cripple led the way, a big raw-boned man with vast eyebrows and a beard that fell over his chest like an apron. As he marched he waved the crutches over his head, while a procession of swollen bellies, watering eyes, and twisted limbs swarmed around him.

Tapping their staves on the stones of the court, they performed a grotesque imitation of a dance as they cried out, “Hosanna! Hosanna in the name of the son of David!”

A blind man became separated from the procession. He seemed to be under the impression that the Kingdom was coming then and there without him. Desperately he shouted, “I want to be in the Kingdom of Heaven. I’m a son of Israel from the tribe of Naphtali, and I’ve been waiting long for Messiah.”

A dense circle formed around Simon and John, not just beggars and cripples, but regular worshippers as well. Students from the schools of the rabbis were also there. There was a loud babbling of voices, but one question was heard over and over. Who was this Messiah in whose name this miracle had been performed?

Simon cried out, “Men of Israel! Why are you filled with wonder by this thing, and why do you stare at us as though we performed it. It wasn’t by us, but by the name of Jesus the Messiah through us.”

Well, as soon as these words came out of Simon’s mouth, the crowd began to dissolve. People hurried away in fear of being caught associating with the new doctrine. Simon looked and saw Alexander, the overseer of the Temple approaching, surrounded by Temple guards.

Now Alexander was notorious for his savage discipline, and his appearance agreed with his reputation. Thick heavy ringlets of hair seemed to hammer his flesh as he walked. His massive legs seemed to be poured of metal, and he walked with iron footsteps, casting terror into all who saw him. In his hand he carried a whip with many thongs. He was authorized to arrest anyone who transgressed against the laws of the Temple courts. The guards marched in a double row behind him, and they also carried whips with many thongs. As they drew near, Simon grew visibly paler. His eyebrows quivered and his voice grew weak, but he continued to preach.

As did all sons of Israel, Simon believed the High Priest to be the supreme authority over Jewry, the anointed one in the line of Aaron. Reverence for the office ran deep in his blood, and thus a struggle now went on in the heart of the simple fisherman. His faith in Messiah was deep, but so was his dread of the High Priest’s authority. His knees seemed to melt just like when he was with the servants of the High Priest near the fire on the night his rabbi was being tried.

He wanted to flee with the others, but just then the broad shouldered John, standing behind him, laid a heavy hand on his shoulder, and growled into his ear, “Simon, would you deny the lord a second time in the hour of trial?”

A quiver of shame passed through Simon. No, not again. He would not deny his lord again.

Though his limbs were like water, Simon remained at his post, looking steadfastly at the Temple overseer.

“By whose authority do you do this?” he was asked.

“By the authority of Jesus of Nazareth, my lord and savior.”

“Do you mean the blasphemer who was hanged on the eve of Passover? Take them! They shall answer to the High Priest!”

Instantly the guards seized Simon and John, pinning their arms behind their backs. Voices rose from those who hadn’t fled.

“What right do they have to lay hands on rabbis who preach the resurrection?”
“They haven’t said or done anything against the law. Our rabbis also teach the resurrection.”
“But the sons of Eli hate the resurrection. You know why?”
“No, why?”
“Because they alone of all the house of Israel will remain forever in the depths of hell.”
“Yes, the chains of the sons of Eli are heavier on our necks than the bonds of Rome.”

The loaded whips of the guards began to fly about the heads and shoulders of the protestors. The two prisoners were pushed forward toward the dungeons of the Temple, which were outside the gates, next to the Hall of the Sanhedrin, by the chamber of Hewn stones.


It was too late in the day for holding a trial, so Simon and John were held prisoners overnight. In the darkness of the long hours of that night Simon was aware of a sense of peace. Prophets from of old had been prisoners in the dungeons of the Temple because they’d dared to proclaim God’s truth against the mighty.
All through the night Simon prayed, “O Father in heaven, even as I believe in Your holy servant, the deliverer whom I’ve seen with my own eyes, even so strengthen me, so I may be able to serve him with all purity. When I’m face to face with the mighty to bear witness for your holy servant, put Your mantle around me to shield me from the piercing glance of the strong. Fill my heart with faith and let the strength of Your truth be seen in my eyes. O Lord, let the shadow of Your holy servant fall on me, that I may bear faithful testimony to the truth. Amen!”


In the morning Alexander the overseer delivered his report to John, the chief officer of the Temple, but the latter didn’t think if sufficiently important to bring to the attention of the old High Priest Annas, who was charged with all incidents occurring within the Temple precincts. Nor was he inclined to make an issue of it before the current High Priest. Actually he was more amused than anything, and found the story both ludicrous and insignificant. A couple of gross, illiterate Galileans had convinced themselves that one of their countrymen was Messiah and had risen from the dead. This was nothing to make the foundations of the Temple tremble. Many “Messiahs” had arisen. They flourished for a few days, and then they vanished, never to be heard from again. This one too would die the natural death of oblivion.

Somehow the matter came to the attention of Annas anyway. But he was inclined to agree as to the lack of importance of the “dangerous criminals.” The word “Messiah” was like a bellows, capable to fanning a spark into a raging fire, and fire was not something to be played with. The Galilean louts ought to be called in, given a thorough talking to and warned never again to mention the name of their Messiah in the sacred precincts. With that they should be sent packing. A regular trial was out of the question. Indeed, if anyone should be brought to trial, it ought to be the Pharisees, who were responsible for all this nonsense about resurrection.

Meanwhile, word had gotten around the High Priest’s household about how the Temple Overseer had thrown the men who had healed the cripple into the dungeon. This created considerable excitement among the servants and officials because they all remembered the night when the Roman soldiers seized the rabbi and brought him to trial in the court of the High Priest.

A crowd assembled when Simon and John were led from the dungeon to the inner office, and one of the servant girls pointed at Simon and cried out loudly, “There he is! That’s the one who swore by everything he held holy that he had nothing to do with the man when he stood warming himself by the fire that night. And now that his rabbi is dead, he preaches in his name?”

Simon recognized the servant girl’s voice. His eyelids fell, he felt a tug at his heart, and he said inwardly, “Lord of the world! Be with me in this hour!”


For all his contemptuous attitude, the current High Priest was curious to see the Galileans. So he sent word that the proceedings were not to begin until he arrived.

Old Annas, meanwhile, was quite certain that the simple fishermen who’d scattered in terror on the night their rabbi was arrested would fall on their knees in the presence of eminence, confess their sins, and promise never to repeat their blasphemies. That would be the end of it. That’s why he had no objection to having the High Priest present. The Chief Officer, however, objected that such a gathering of supreme officials would cast an artificial importance to the incident. But the old High Priest and the current High Priest had their way.

But to the amazement of the supreme officials, this assembly of hierarchy did not overwhelm the Galileans. Simon’s knees were seen to tremble, but only for a moment. The next instant he recovered. Instead of stammering and confessing, he looked steadily at the High Priest and admitted in a loud clear voice that he had been the instrument of the miracle performed the day before in the Temple court, and that the power had been that of Jesus of Nazareth, the lord and savior of Israel, who was delivered into the hands of Rome and who rose from the dead on the third day.

The High Priest’s face became pale, while old Annas closed his eyes and tugged with one hand at his beard. John, the Chief Officer, became very sober, and young Annas, the youngest son of old Annas, but his upper lip.

Only Alexander had an immediate reaction. He raised his hand as if to slap Simon, and cried out, “Is this your answer to the High Priest?”

The blow didn’t fall though, for in that instant Alexander caught the glance of old Annas. The High Priests then looked at each other in silence. They were at a loss for words, for the situation hadn’t gone according to plan.

“Take them out,” commanded old Annas.

The guards led Simon and John into an adjoining room, while the priests remained silent, like images on their stone seats. Finally the High Priest spoke up, “There are only two possibilities here. One, we can act with firmness, destroy these men, and tear out this evil by the roots. Two, we release them and thus give them permission to continue their agitation.

“If we do the latter, we confess to having committed a miscarriage of justice by handing over an innocent man to the executioners.”

“Confession or no confession,” said Eliezer, another former High Priest, “the people will see it that way. Worse than that, we will have shown weakness.”

“No, no, you go too far,” interrupted old Annas. “Our only punishment is to expose these Galilean boors to ridicule. Better yet, let’s shame them to themselves, by showing them how foolish their illusion is about this Messiah of theirs. But it must be done with wisdom. With one hand we must push them away, and with the other draw them closer. Leave it to me. Bring in the men!”
When Simon and John again stood before the High Priest, old Annas ordered the guards to leave the room. Then he turned on Alexander, the Temple Overseer, and acted indignant.

“By what right, and on the basis of what law, have these innocent, honest, and god-fearing men been arrested and held prisoner?”

And he furiously commanded him to leave.

Then he turned to Simon and John. “You are free, good men!”

Simon and John stood paralyzed before the semicircle of High Priests. The sudden change in attitude bewildered rather than reassured them. They dared not take old Annas’ words literally.

So they waited and old Annas continued, “Sit down, good men, and let us talk this matter over at our ease. God forbid that we have anything against you. On the contrary, we rejoice that God has given you this power of prophecy. No doubt the Temple court is responsible for it. We’ve also heard that you strengthen the spirit of the people and bid them walk the path of righteousness.

“There is only one matter that divides us. You do these things in the name of Jesus of Nazareth, who you call Messiah, rather than in the name of the God of Israel. Now no one can approve this. You’re pious and god-fearing men, and you know full well that all things come from the living God of Israel. Promise me, good men, that you’ll heed my words.”

And old Annas stretched out his hand to Simon.

“Simon was silent for a moment, gathering his thoughts. Then he raised his big, childlike eyes and looked at Annas and the High Priest.

“Tell me,” he said, “is it proper to turn one’s back on God’s command and to listen to the speech of men? We received our command from God.”

This was by no means the reply Annas expected. He lost his poise for a moment. Then he looked sternly at the Galilean fishermen, trying to determine whether their answer had been given in sincerity or whether it was a cunning countermove. But he could read nothing in Simon’s face, which was open and naïve, and continued to stare at him.

“God’s command?” he repeated. “God’s command to do what?”

“To spread the good news of Messiah in Israel.”

“And through whom was this command of God delivered to you.”

“Through Messiah himself, when he revealed himself to us after his death.”

“After his death?”

“Yes. God raised him from the dead.”

One of the priests muttered impatiently to Annas, “Don’t you see you’re dealing with stupid and ignorant people. Only stupid people talk of resurrections.”

And another priest added, “We have the Pharisees to thank for this. This is the harvest of their sowing.”

As the High Priests, past, present, and future, gazed intently at the fisherman, Simon did not shrink, and they still didn’t know if it was fearless simplicity, or the boldness of cunning. Whichever it was, they knew this scene could be prolonged no longer, for with each passing minute their standing fell lower and lower with their own servants.

Old Annas kept his voice even and friendly, at least on the surface, as he said, “You may go, good people. You are free both to preach and to continue in your good deeds. But bear in mind what I’ve said. Do not mention the name of that man again, or we shall be forced to take measures against you, and it would not be to our liking to deal harshly with honest, pious, and god-fearing people such as you are. You will remember, will you not?”

“We shall do as God has commanded us,” answered Simon from the door. “For it isn’t proper to place man’s command above God’s”

* * * * *

When John and Simon came out of the High Priest’s office, Simon fell on his knees, lifted his arms to heaven, and exclaimed, “I thank You, O God, for the strength you gave me in the hour of trial.”

When he stood up he saw that he was facing the exact spot by the well where he’d denied his rabbi on that memorable night.

Stronger Than Death

In the land where Barnabas was born, the dead reigned over the living. For Barnabas came from Cyprus, and the god of Cyprus was the slain god Adonis. The women of Cyprus marked his passing each year with great lamentations, beating themselves on their breasts as they wept. Each woman played the part of the goddess Venus-Astarte, who’d lost her dear lover, and each poured her own longings for love into her lament. But when springtime came, their voices rang with joy, for Adonis was alive again with the blossoming of the flowers, the greening of the fields, and the pulsing of the brooks.

Now the farthest thing from Barnabas’ mind was to associate these things with what he’d seen at the King David wall. On the contrary, what he’d experienced there was the answer to the longings and dreams of his own soul. He knew it as soon as he left. He felt that the patriarchs had come to him in person and testified of the highest mysteries of Israel. This was the fulfillment of God’s promise. His soul was at peace, and the thirst of his soul was quenched.


When he was younger Barnabas had been full of doubts. He carried these doubts with him the first time he stood on the sunlit steps of the Temple and performed his Levitical duties. His doubts stemmed from just one thought. The just suffer, and the wicked flourish. If there is such a thing as justice, why do God’s people lay at the feet of the nations like a bound sheep, while the idolaters do what they wish to them? He’d never heard any answer that gave him any satisfaction.

With all the fervor of youth, Barnabas longed for the coming of Messiah. Now that he’d studied the prophets and the Hellenistic writings, and especially after falling under the influence of Saul, he’d even recently changed his concept of Messiah. He now thought of Messiah as a worldwide deliverer rather than just the deliverer of Israel.

When he first heard about Jesus’ disciples, his Jewish pride rebelled against the thought that the wounded and tortured Jew could be the “Ancient of Days.” But now that he’d actually gone to one of their services, heard them speak and welcome Messiah into their midst, Barnabas was convinced. He now understood the sufferings of Israel for the first time. God had chosen Israel to be holy, and to do His will. Israel’s suffering was the sign of its election. Just as Israel has suffered, so too would the world deliverer come out of Israel to take all suffering on himself, even death, in order to redeem the world. Israel was part of Messiah and Messiah was part of Israel. So his suffering didn’t speak against him, but instead was the proof that he was Messiah.


With each passing day, Saul and Barnabas could feel the gulf widening, but neither could acknowledge it. Barnabas wanted to tell Saul about his visit to the disciples, because he knew that, even though Saul hated them, he could still explain the meaning of certain rituals they had that Barnabas couldn’t fathom. But he was afraid, and his friend’s dominant spirit oppressed him into silence.

So he struggled between Saul’s dominance and the desire for the new authority.

Barnabas took any opportunity he could find to go to the Temple court to listen to the disciples preach. As he stood at a distance listening, he couldn’t help but think that Messiah might come back at any moment, and he’d be on the outside. Thus his resolve began to strengthen day by day.

One day he pictured himself standing on the Temple steps greeting Messiah’s descent at the head of his heavenly hosts. Nor were the hosts alone, for all the generations past were present with the generation now living. All the patriarchs, all the prophets, and all the saints glorifying God, and Barnabas right there in the midst.

But he knew he wasn’t ready yet. Before he could open that door, he had to be sure he was purified and prepared for the life. He knew this meant he must surrender all his worldly goods, to strip himself of all that had been his protection and all that circumstance had provided for him. He must be completely willing to enter a life that was the death of the flesh, of pleasure, and of all the fruits of this world. The strong roots of his youth cried out in protest, but each day he felt one root after another yield until he felt he was ready.


Although they didn’t talk about it, Saul certainly knew what was going on, and why the tension grew. Then the break came. While returning from the study house of their rabbi, Saul suddenly began to speak as if continuing an ongoing conversation.

“Do you see what’s going on here Barnabas? Can we allow gross and ignorant Galileans to trample on our sanctity? They turn us into a scandal and a mockery when they claim that the hope of Israel is one who was hanged from a wooden gallows.”

The contempt that accompanied these last five words was the final push that sent Barnabas over. He felt that his timidity and indecision made him a partner to Saul’s words. And suddenly the door he’d been afraid to open swung wide by itself. He stopped dead in his tracks, stared at his friend, and spoke in firm, decisive tones Saul had never heard from him before.

“Saul of Tarsus, I believe with perfect faith that he who was hanged is the King Messiah whom God sent to us in our despair. His hanging on a wooden cross is not the disproof, but the proof that he is Messiah. Just like Israel, he took on himself the sufferings and redemption of the world, even as the prophets foretold.”

The chagrin on Saul’s face was like a visible curtain. He frowned fiercely and his lips contracted. His long, thin, eagle nose became paler. Quietly, without looking his friend in the eye, he asked, “Have you already joined their company?”

“I will do so tomorrow.”

“Then as of tomorrow, you are my enemy, Barnabas.”

And without so much as a farewell, Saul turned and walked away from his friend.

* * * * *

This conversation had taken place on the square in the upper city, not far from the bridge to the entrance of the Temple court. Barnabas stood there looking at the retreating figure for some time. Saul didn’t hurry; he just walked with determined steps across the bridge and turned toward the chamber of Hewn Stones. Barnabas was disappointed that his friend didn’t once look back. Once Saul was out of sight, Barnabas went down from the upper city and out through the Sheep Gate toward the new quarter where his sister’s house was. This break with Saul was not easy, and though he’d prepared himself for it, it was like something had been torn out of his life, and he felt helpless and distressed.

Barnabas had never been a strong person. In fact, he might almost be characterized as feminine, for the rich surroundings of his childhood had made him soft and yielding. From the moment they’d met, Saul had dominated him with his swift, unwavering decisions and uncompromising views. But more than that, Barnabas loved his friend.

Nevertheless, the break also produced a feeling of relief in Barnabas, a sense of liberation from a strong and dominating hand. So side by side with his sorrow, there was contentment and a sense of heightened importance. He was free now to do what he thought best.

With every step he took away from Saul, the exhilaration of freedom and joy of his spiritual prospects grew stronger. He felt like he couldn’t contain himself. He must share his feelings with someone.

His sister Mary was the person nearest to him in Jerusalem. With Saul, he felt he had to live up to some kind of ideal, but to his sister he could be freer to be himself. He could show himself as he was, with all his weaknesses, and he knew Mary would display a deep spirit of understanding and sympathy.

“Peace is with me, my sister,” said Barnabas in answer to his sister’s greetings. “God has been good to me, all praise to Him.”

“Your face looks like a heavy burden has been lifted from it. You look happy. What happened, my brother.”

“I’ve lost a friend and gained a love.”

How long she had waited to hear such words from him. With delight she said, “Who is the fortunate one among the daughters of Jerusalem? I will run to find her, and bring her home with the music of flutes and cymbals.”

“The fortunate one,” said Barnabas, “is the brightest and most glorious star in the heavens of Israel.”

“You talk in riddles, brother. I don’t understand. Keep me in darkness no longer.”

“The fortunate one is my faith in Messiah. It’s the brightest and most glorious star in the heavens of Israel. It’s also Israel’s last hope, and it is my heart’s chosen one.”

Mary let her heavy eyelids fall over her eyes. “But you’ve always had this chosen one. You’ve always believed in Messiah.”

“Until now I’ve had faith. But now I have the reality. Messiah is here, and he moves among us.”

“Messiah is here? Where? Who? Where are the trumpets? Why is Jerusalem still under the guard of Rome’s hosts? Tell me these things, brother.”

“He showed himself to the humble and the humiliated, to the simple and ignorant. He lived among them, and they were the first to recognize him. The rich and the learned pushed him away,” answered Barnabas, exaltedly."

“Ah, you mean the one the men of Galilee speak of. Yes, I’ve heard of him and his followers. Zipporah’s father Phillip has become one of them. So has Stephen the preacher and other Greek-speaking Jews.”

“Before many more days all Israel will accept him as Messiah. And all nations of the world will come to Mount Zion, and he will begin his Kingdom on earth,” said Barnabas.

“I understand that they are common, ignorant fishermen who preach this, and that only the poor join their congregation. Some of my own servants are among them. My best perfume mixer, Joseph, has joined them, and he neglects his work ever since. My lovely geranium perfume has withered away. He says that before long Messiah will return, and then all the leaves will smell like the spices of Paradise.

“But I also understand that the rabbis and scholars disregard them completely. How do you come to be in their company? This is a Messiah for the ignorant, not the lettered.”

At this point John Mark, who, hearing that his uncle had arrived, left the lesson in rhetoric he was receiving from his Greek teacher, and rushed into the garden, interrupting them. Barnabas suffered the embrace from the strong, sunburned young arms.

“Tell me your verse, lad. What says the prophet about those who walk in darkness?”

“They who walk in darkness have seen a great light,” the lad completed the verse.

“There’s your answer, my sister. God has given it through the mouth of your child.”

Mary remained deep in thought for a bit. Then, as if to change the subject, she asked, “And whose friendship have you lost? Don’t you know that friendship is often dearer and more precious than love?”

“Saul of Tarsus.”

“Saul? That’s a shame. You once held him high.”

“For such a love one may well pay not only with the friendship of a friend who was dearer than a woman, but with all the gifts of life. The price of that love is nothing less than the world.”

“And you’re ready to pay that price?” asked Mary, startled.

“I am ready to pay any price,” answered Barnabas.

For a moment his sister stood transfixed. Then she said, “If so, then it’s a love stronger than death. It’s a true love, and may God guide you in it, for it comes from a pure heart.”

And stepping close to Barnabas she placed her cheek on his head. “Such love merits the envy of women.”

Barnabas started to leave, but his young nephew clung to him and pleaded, “Take me with you. I heard every word between you and mother, and I want to share in the great love you’ve found.”

“You will follow that path, my son, and your mother will too, for there is no other path.”

And Barnabas took the ring he wore on his finger and gave it to his nephew.

“Joseph,” cried Mary in astonishment. “You’re giving him your family ring?”

“I won’t need it anymore, sister. Neither will John need it when he comes to us. For there are no separate families where I’m going. There is just one family, the congregation of Messiah. Peace be with you, my sister.”

“Peace be with you, my brother.”

* * * * *

Later that day Barnabas sat in the field he owned on Mount Scopus, an olive grove, whose trees protected the dense alleys of a vineyard. From here he could look down on Jerusalem, whose terraces set with whitewashed houses cascaded from the hills into the valleys. Jerusalem was dozing in the heat of the midday hour. The towers, walls and palaces of the city rested at the foot of the Temple mount among the soft, shadowed green of the summits of cypress and olive like a flock of sheep in a green meadow. Barnabas’ eyes wandered from hill to hill, tower to tower, and wall to wall, from the House of God to the Kidron valley, and his heart was filled with a benediction for Jerusalem. It was the city of peace and eternal happiness, for it had found the bond between man and God.

He loved Jerusalem and its life. He thought of the joyous days of his young manhood and the gracious gifts the city had brought him. He remembered the festivals, the floods of pilgrims, the strength of the young men, and the loves of their daughters. He looked down on his gardens and remembered the happy assemblies of wealthy young people gathered there on the solemn Day of Atonement and on the day of the New Year of the Trees.

Those two days of the year were specially set apart so that the young people could get to know each other and choose their brides and bridegrooms. He could still hear the shy laughter of the daughters of Jerusalem as they stood along the alley of cypresses, one girl by each tree. The young men would pass, and the girls would say, “Look not on gold or silver or beauty. Look only on the good families from which they come, so they may bear you worthy sons.”

Every vine, cypress, and bed of flowers reminded him of the laughter that had echoed through them. He also remembered the banquets he’d given the young Levites and priests with whom he’d participated in the services on the Day of Atonement. The garden rang with sacred talk on those days. The joy of youth burst from every vine, rose and cypress grove.

Now this all lay on the other side of the threshold, closed and locked away forever.

Barnabas clapped his hands together and Eliezer, the steward of his house, appeared. Barnabas said to him, “Eliezer, you’ve been like a father to me. I thank you.”

Eliezer bowed his gray head and answered, “Why is this day exalted above other days, that my lord speaks so to his servant.”

“There is no lord and there is no servant, Eliezer. There is only one who is over us, and He’s in heaven. The time has come for me to say farewell to my household. Call everyone together, and also the scribe, so he can write out the manumission for all my servants.”

“Is my lord going on a far journey that he’s come to this resolve?”

“I’m going on the shortest journey on which any man can go. I’m going by the path of God and Messiah. All of us will travel that path sooner or later.”

“My lord, I do not understand.”

“Go, Eliezer, do as I bid you.”

When the servants were assembled in the hall, Barnabas addressed them. “There is only who can properly be called lord, and that is the Lord of heaven and earth. Starting today, we are all freemen. We are free in God and in Messiah.”

And Barnabas ordered the scribe to write out the terms of manumission on potsherds, one for each servant.

The scribe did as he was told. He broke an earthen pot into pieces. Then he wrote on each potsherd the name of a slave, and the date of manumission. Then Barnabas went through the rooms of his house and brought out whatever he possessed in the way of clothing and money. He distributed all this to the servants along with the potsherds. They received them in silent wonder, not daring to question the acts of the master.

While passing along the row of slaves, Barnabas came to his little Egyptian dancing girl. She bent before him in a deep bow, and covered his feet with her dark, perfumed hair. “I don’t want freedom. I love my lord. I’ll follow him and drink the dust of his footsteps.”

Her master laid his hands on her shoulders and said, “There is only one lord, and He is God.”

With that he took a gold chain, which it was his custom to wear at banquets, and added it to the deed of liberation he gave her.

So he did with all his servants, sending them away one by one. When he was finished, he said to Eliezer, “The earth belongs to God. Go to the city, Eliezer, and sell my field. Bring me the price that I may lay it at the disciples’ feet. As for the furnishings and clothing left in the house, take it for yourself, my faithful friend, so your old age may be free from want.”

Incomprehensible as these words and actions of his lord were, the old man went about the strange business. Before evening, he returned with the purchase money.

Barnabas took the bag of gold, said his last farewell to the steward, and left the house without once looking back.

He went straight to the dwelling in the King David wall and took his place in the line of those seeking admission into the new congregation. When it came his turn, he placed the bag of gold at Simon’s feet, and said, “This is the price of my earthly possessions. All that I possess now is the soul God gave me, and I bring that to you. Take it and use it in the service of the congregation that waits for the coming of the righteous deliverer, Jesus of Nazareth.”

Then Simon took Joseph Barnabas of the house of the Levites and baptized him in the name of Jesus and received him into the congregation, and said to him, “Our brother you are.”

And Joseph Barnabas was one of many on that day who let themselves be baptized, for it was a day of plentiful harvest for the workers in the field.

The Breaking of Bread

From the day he heard Stephen preach, Barnabas’ spirit had no rest. He knew about the rabbi of Galilee because he’d seen him in the Temple court in a circle of his disciples teaching about the last days shortly before his death. Barnabas wasn’t sure why he remembered this particular rabbi, for one was always hearing teaching on the last days in the Temple courts.

Probably it was because he’d seen this same rabbi just a few days later when Roman soldiers were hounding him through the narrow streets toward Golgotha with clubs in their hands. He knew he’d never forget that horrid scene as long as he lived. The man’s white mantle was soaked in blood and sweat, as he lay prostrate under the heavy cross. Never would he forget the sight of the man struggling to his feet under the blows of the soldiers, or the way he lifted his head with its crown of thorns. His white, bloodless face was ringed by beard and earlocks, and though his lips were knotted in pain, his eyes were filled not with sadness and despair, but rather pity.

Barnabas had felt utter frustration and shame that day. Here he was, hurrying to the Temple to prepare his Passover sacrifice, and forced to witness these brutal Roman soldiers trampling underfoot what Israel held sacred. They were dragging to his death a Jewish rabbi who’d done nothing more than persuade himself that he was Messiah, the hope of Israel. Humiliated and sickened by his own helplessness, Barnabas fled the scene. He rushed to the Temple, hoping to find refuge and renewal of his faith. He thought that in the flame of sacrifice that rose from the altar to heaven was the hope of Israel.

Barnabas sang the verses of the Psalms loudly and exaltedly that day, clinging to God more strongly than ever. He tried to convince himself that someone who was abandoned to the base savagery of the Romans, and dragged through bloody dust, could not possibly be the highest glory. How could the most shamed and humiliated be the supreme Authority?

In the weeks since then Barnabas had seen the rabbi’s disciples on a number of occasions. They came to the Temple courts in groups, sometimes in the morning, but more often in the afternoon. Sometimes one of them would preach a sermon about the wonders their rabbi had performed, of his promise to return to them after his death, and of his fulfillment of that promise. Normally, they were led either by the short bearded Jew named Simon bar Jonah, or by the broad-boned John.


One evening Barnabas decided to follow the disciples to their meeting place. He was amazed at the multitude waiting there. How incredible that in just a few weeks they’d won so many souls. Some of the women were preparing the common meal over brick ovens in the open street. Men arrived carrying baskets of flat cakes. Others brought out their own meals from their wretched dwellings, while still others were preparing meals to be carried away. Most of them belonged to the poor classes of the lower city, but here and there Barnabas recognized some of the prominent members of the Greek-speaking synagogues, although they also wore the clothes of the poor and helped the disciples set the tables for the common meal.

Slowly, and with some difficulty, Barnabas worked his way up to the house. He noticed the woman whom the disciples treated with special honor by greeting her whenever they entered the room. She was an old broken woman seated on a mattress, and was supported by another, younger woman. Her gray hair and half her face were covered by her widow’s veil. There was sorrow and pain in the visible half over her lost son. But in the deep pools of her eyes there was neither anger nor bitterness, but only compassion.

The woman who supported her seemed to have aged suddenly, for her face was young, but her hair was gray. Her skin was alabaster yellow, and her eyes were filled with a gentle, pious light. She was also treated with respect by the disciples.

The great room with the balcony open to the sky was dark and filled with shadows. No lamp was lit. There was silence for a while, so quiet that people’s breathing could be heard. Then Simon rose up, his face and beard hidden in the darkness and only his eyes shining through. He raised his arms and prayed.

“Father in heaven, praise and glory be Yours. You sent Messiah to us, so that he might die for our sins, and You raised him up even as You promised through the prophets. Now send your grace and benediction on us. Open our hearts, that we may receive Your truth, and that the fear of You may live in us. Bring us closer to You, and make us worthy to see his coming in our days. Amen.”

Those who were already members of the congregation surrounded Simon, James, John and the other disciples. Those who were not yet members stood at a distance, and one of them called out, “Tell us, what can we do to be saved in Messiah, Jesus of Nazareth?”

Simon gave the answer. “Repent and be converted, so that your sins may be wiped out. Turn to Jesus, for he has already come as a sacrifice for us and for you, to cleanse us all of our sins and to make us worthy of acceptance into the kingdom of heaven.”

Then John rose and said, “Don’t be weighed down with gold or silver when you enter in. Bring neither fields nor houses nor any earthly goods. Leave your possessions together with your sins on the other side of the threshold before you knock on the door of the kingdom.”

“I had a house and a field. I sold them, and I lay the gold at the disciples’ feet,” said a short, heavy man in a rich garment, as he approached the inner circle.

“No, my son, you had neither house nor field. You came naked from your mother’s womb, and you’ll return naked to the womb of the earth. And when the Lord awakens you to the resurrection, you’ll come with neither house nor field. You will come only with your good deeds, and they will cloth you,” answered Simon.

“I have no house and no field, and I bring only my limbs and my body, and I lay these at the feet of the disciples, that I may be accepted into the bond of Messiah,” said a tall, powerful man known to be a day laborer.

“No, my son, neither your body nor your limbs are yours. You borrowed them from the Creator. Can you make your body whole again when it’s been broken by age or sickness? Nothing is yours, all belongs to the Lord,” said Simon.

“Rabbi, I have nothing at all except my sinful soul, which I lay before Messiah!” cried a lame beggar, who crawled forward supported by another cripple.

“My son, you’ve given more than all the others, for you’ve given what is truly yours,” said Simon, placing his hand on the beggar’s head. “For nothing is yours, except your sins. Your sin is forgiven through the death of the lord.”

So they came, one after another, leaving whatever worldly goods they had at the disciple’s feet. It looked like about 15-20 people were received into the congregation that evening, all of them children of Israel.

Barnabas could see that most of the new converts were poor, some even beggars who lived in Jerusalem. Others had recently arrived as pilgrims and chosen to stay in Jerusalem. But there were also a few who were men of means, who wanted to assure themselves of a part in the resurrection.

Simon approached the newcomers and asked, “Do you believe with perfect faith that Messiah died for your sins, and rose from death after three days, and that he will come with the clouds of heaven, sitting on the right hand of power to judge the tribes of Israel, and that he will restore the Kingdom of Israel and purify the world into the Kingdom of the Almighty?”

The neophytes answered, “We believe with perfect faith.”

The women were asked the same questions as the men, led by Susannah, the mother of the Zebedees.

The sons of Zebedee led the male converts to baptism. The disciples repeated these words, “In the name of the God of Israel and of the Lord of hosts I baptize you in the name of Jesus the Messiah, and I receive you into the holy congregation of his believers.”

Afterwards, the disciples said, “Happy are you who’ve been judged worthy of this privilege. May we see the Ancient of Days come riding on the clouds of heaven to begin the Kingdom of the Almighty on earth.”

The new converts answered, “Amen.”

“You are now our brothers,” exclaimed the other disciples, embracing the newly baptized.

The women of the congregation performed the same ceremony over the women proselytes.

Baptism was common in Jerusalem and generally attracted no special attention. Nevertheless there were a host of witnesses around the pool, mostly from the poor neighborhood.

When everyone returned to the dwelling in the David wall, they were met by the other disciples with a benediction, “Blessed are they who come in the name of God and of the lord Jesus. You are our brothers and sisters in the lord Messiah.”

And the disciples greeted the newcomers with the kiss of brotherhood.

The stars had come out by this time, and the women lit the oil lamps. The disciples, new and old, stood up, turned their faces toward the Temple, and repeated the evening Shema, “Hear, O Israel, the Lord our God, the Lord is one.”


After the evening prayer the disciples sat on the stone floor, while others stretched out a long bamboo mattress that served as a table. The leading disciples sat at the head with Mary, who was led to her place on a low stool by Mary Magdalene and Susannah, who then sat at her feet. The other women remained standing at the door behind the curtain, but certain women were allowed to enter, for they carried baskets and pitchers of olives, vegetables, and milk. They placed the containers of food on the table, and the flat cakes of bread were brought to Simon and John. A hollowed gourd with wine, and a cup, were also placed before them.

On this day, Simon was acting as prayer leader. He lifted up the flat cakes and, in a voice that trembled with piety, called out, “Let us pray as our lord Jesus taught us, ‘Our Father, who is in heaven, may Your name be hallowed. May Your kingdom come. May Your will be done on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. For Yours is the Kingdom, and the power, and the glory forever, Amen.”

The congregation answered, “Amen.”

“Furthermore,” Simon continued, “he taught us that the table at which we eat is like an altar, and we are here to bring a sacrifice. Let us therefore bring our daily bread as a sacrifice to God.”

The congregation waited in silence, and Simon continued, “This is how our lord did it when he was here with us. He took the bread and broke it into small pieces, and handed it out to us, saying, ‘Take and eat, this is my body.’ And he took the cup of wine, said a benediction over it, and gave it to us, saying, ‘Drink of it, for this is my blood, the blood of the new covenant, which is shed for the forgiveness of many.’”

So Simon took the bread, broke it into small pieces, and distributed the pieces, saying, “Just as the wheat on many hills has been brought together to make this bread one, even so, our Father in heaven, bring all Your congregation together from all the corners of the world into Your Kingdom, through Your servant, Jesus. Amen.”

The faithful took the fragments of bread and ate.

Then Simon poured wine from the gourd into the cup, and lifted it up, saying, “This is the blood of the new covenant poured out for the sins of many.”

Then he drank from it and passed the cup around for the others to drink. After the men had taken a sip, the cup was passed through the curtain, so the women too could drink of it.

A period of silence was observed while this was going on. Then Simon lifted the wooden bowl, took out two olives, and passed the bowl on. He did this with each bowl of food. Each of the disciples followed his example.

Then Simon said, “Our rabbi taught us that when we sit together to break bread, we should praise and thank God with the songs of David. Let us do so now.”

Another disciple responded, “The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want.”

“He leads me beside the green pastures,” chanted the congregation, and when the psalm was ended, there was another period of silence.

Then Simon gave a short message, “Our lord taught us, ‘If you bring your sacrifice to the altar and remember that you’ve quarreled with your brother, leave your sacrifice on the altar and go first to your brother to ask forgiveness. Then return and offer your sacrifice.’ And he further taught us, ‘You’ve heard it said to love your friends and hate your enemies. But I say, love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, so that you may be children of your Father in heaven.’”

“And something more he taught us," called out John. “Don’t do your charity to the sound of trumpets. That’s the way of the hypocrites in the synagogues and streets, so that men may praise them. I tell you they have their reward. But when you do charity, don’t let your right hand know what your left hand is doing, so that your charity may be in secret. And your Father, who sees in secret, may reward you.”

Several other people offered words as well, and still another broke into song, “Blessed is the generation whose eyes have seen him. Blessed be the eyes that wait for his coming.”

As other voices came from all parts of the room, they settled into a sort of rhythmic chanting, as if the assembly was seeking its way into the utmost intimacy of the Jewish hope and probing the depths of the mystery of Messiah and of the end of the world. Even the voices of the women were heard.

Then Simon spread out his arms and cried, “Come holy servant of God, come to your congregation and sit with us. Break bread with us, for you gave of your bread, which is your body. Come anointed one, bless us and purify us with the grace of your presence.”


As Barnabas came down from the dwelling, he found a group of men and women of the poor neighborhood gathered before the ancient wall. Among them he saw camel drivers, artisans and weavers. They stood there listening to the joyous sounds coming from the dwelling in the David wall. The women had little children in their arms or clinging to their aprons.

And all of them were pressing close to the entrance that led to the dwelling, crying, “Let us too enter, that they may put their hands on our children and bless them.”

The Preacher Stephen

Who would have believed that the tidings of Messiah, preached by simple Galileans just a few weeks ago, would have spread so rapidly in Jerusalem? There was no corner of the city where it wasn’t talked about. The number of believers grew mightily, and not just among the poverty stricken in the lower sections of the city where the apostles lived. There were plenty of adherents among the Hellenists on the heights. Stephen, the most famous of the preachers, became a convert and spread the word of Messiah from synagogue to synagogue.

It was a hot afternoon in the month of Tammuz, during the time of year when Jerusalem lies under the skies like a heated limekiln. On such days people would search out any niche they could find for protection from the heat, including assembling in the synagogues where they could also refresh their souls with a little learning.

On this particular day, the Cilicians assembled in their synagogue to hear a sermon delivered by Stephen. Among those in attendance were Saul and Barnabas.

The Cilician Synagogue was unique among the synagogues of Jerusalem in that it didn’t occupy a central court like other synagogues. It stood on a series of terraces on the rim of the lower marketplace, where the city descends to the Kidron valley. Some of the buildings served as both sleeping quarters for pilgrims from Asia Minor, and as places of assembly and recreation. It wasn’t just a place for prayer, but a place for rest and discussion as well. As such it wasn’t restricted to the spiritual needs of the people. In an hour of need, anyone could turn to the synagogue. It might be a local member who fell on hard times, a merchant who lost everything, or a new arrival who needed a place to sleep.

Now Stephen wasn’t tied down to any one synagogue. He was a wandering preacher going anyplace Greek-speaking Jews assembled. He had a large following, and whenever he appeared in an Alexandrian, Cyrenean or Cilician synagogue, the building was filled to overflowing. It wasn’t just that he was a master of their language. He thought like they did. He was one of them, having been born and raised in Antioch. He was well versed in the prophets and Psalms, which he’d studied in their Greek translations. He’d also studied the stormy Jewish-Hellenistic books, the Wisdom of Solomon, and the vision of the Sibyls. But his belief in a Messiah for all mankind was drawn directly from the prophets Isaiah, Ezekiel, and Amos.

As he stood in the Moses seat that hot afternoon, there was a sense that something different was about to happen. A man of some forty odd years, he had a flaming yellow beard and red locks that framed his pallid, shining face. His blue eyes were covered with a misty film of exaltation.

Lifting his hands high, he began as he always did, starting at the beginning, taking nothing for granted. He told the story of God’s covenant with Abraham, the sacrifice of Isaac, and Jacob’s dream. He told them of the election of David and the prophecies of Isaiah. When he came to the Hellenistic books, he painted a terrifying picture of the last days.

“The world is being swallowed in the jaws of sin. God has withdrawn and the spirit of evil now has complete control over it. Men are worse than the beasts of the field. They chop their little ones into pieces on the altars, and turn against the laws of God and nature. Therefore God turns away from them. Judgment day is nigh. There will be war between heaven and earth, and a rain of fire will be sent down from the clouds. Man and beast will flee from the fiery arrows and hide in caves and hollows, but destruction will surely find them. There will be thick darkness and the sweat of terror will cover men’s bodies. The mountains will split and roll into the valleys. The seas will spew forth their waters and drag mankind into the deeps. And wherever the waters cannot reach, the earth itself will open up and swallow those whom the fires of heaven have not destroyed.”

The audience was seized with panic. First the women, then the men started wailing. Some wrung their hands, while others smote their breasts.

“Threefold sinners are we all!”

“How shall we save ourselves?”

The voice of the preacher rose above the tumult, “But God will have compassion on the remnant of Israel. He prepared the cure even before he ordained the affliction. And that is the Son of Man who was with Him before the creation of the world. The heavens will open, and the Son of Man will appear in the clouds surrounded by legions of angels. Then all creatures will fear and be silent before him. The mighty of the earth will quake and tremble. They’ll come before his throne and abase themselves before him. Then he will awaken the dead and order eternal peace. He will abrogate the law, for there will be no wickedness or evil. Goodness will be the natural impulse of creation, and peace will reign on earth.”

By this time, looks of bewilderment could be seen on some faces. People started murmuring things like, “Abrogate the law? Goodness will be the natural impulse? Who is this Son of Man who was with Him before creation?”

Then a direct challenge came out of the corner, “Who is this Son of Man?”

“It’s the King Messiah, who has already come, and we did not know him. The righteous man whom we allowed the wicked to put to death, and whom God raised from the dead!” cried the preacher.

People turned to each other in agitation. Many voices were raised now.

Stephen continued, “He is the one God has elected. He is the righteous man who came to obtain forgiveness of our sins through his death. He is Jesus, the King Messiah!”

There was a long interval of amazed silence. Not a breath was heard. Finally, one trembling voice was heard, “Yes, I saw the righteous man when he fell under the burden of his cross. His strength was gone, but the wicked men beat him cruelly.”

“What? The one that was hanged on the cross – the King Messiah?”

“He suffered for our sins, as it is written, ‘He shall bear the sins of many,’ the preacher continued to exclaim. “For he let himself be bound like a lamb led away to the slaughter. He is the Son of God!”

“May your mouth be stopped by serpents and scorpions for the blasphemy you speak! Who do you call the son of God?”

“The righteous man is called the Son of God!”

“No! Israel is called the son of God. He is our Father and we are His children.”

The preacher took up the challenge. “Are we concerned here with words, with clanging cymbals? What word can describe him? By what name should he be called? Can he be contained in a word? This is the one you prayed for and have waited so long for. He’s the fulfillment of your hope and the reward of your labors. He justifies all your sufferings and gives meaning to your lives. Without him, all is meaningless.”

“But that is the Almighty and the Eternal you describe,” said a voice through the frightened silence that followed. “These things can be said of no one else.”

“The Almighty is the God of Israel, and His Messiah sits by His right hand, and is the instrument through whom God will judge the world. He stands between God and us. He knows our sufferings, for he was among us and is one of us.”

“Does God need an assistant? Curse him who says God needs a helper.”
“Shut this man’s mouth!”
“Drag him before the Sanhedrin!”
“But he’s our preacher!”

* * * * *

Later that evening two friends sat on the terrace of the synagogue looking down into the valley of the lower city. Many spirals of fire rose from the huts there where the wives of the poor were preparing the pitiful evening meal. A black vastness hovered over the valley, which seemed designed to crush the inhabitants of the lower city and keep them from becoming other than creatures crawling on the face of the earth. Up above, where the friends were seated, the stars were clearly visible.

Saul and Barnabas had been shaken to the core by the preaching of Stephen, and sat in silence, each in his own thoughts. But while Barnabas was eager to talk about it, Saul looked grim and kept biting his short fingernails. Several times Barnabas tried to break the silence, but Saul would scarcely answer, and then only with a bitter grimace.

Finally, Saul was able to digest the full meaning of that afternoon’s sermon, and he spoke out.

“If we are to accept everything he said about Jesus of Nazareth, then we must all fall down before him. We must abandon the Torah and all that Moses taught. A new world order will begin and all nations will fall under it. If this doesn’t happen, then we know that his words are all written in sand, and all who repeat them are blasphemers.”

“But who says Messiah must be according to what the preacher said, like he were a second Authority, God forbid! Messiah is sent to us, to restore the Kingdom of Israel.”

“Not so. The Kingdom of God is for the whole world,” cried Saul fervently. “I agree with the preacher there. I’ve never heard it brought out so clearly before. If only he hadn’t applied his words to one who was hanged, then he would be my best beloved brother.”

“Do you believe that Messiah is a second Authority?”

“I believe with perfect faith that he stands between us and God, and all authority is given into his hands.”

“No, no,” protested Barnabas, “King Messiah comes only for Israel, to restore the kingdom. That’s what the prophets say.”

“It’s only the little of faith who wait for such a Messiah. I tell you Joseph, that such a Messiah is not worth the price we’ve paid.”

“But why can’t we be like all the other people?” asked Barnabas.

“Are we like other people? Haven’t we been beaten and humiliated daily for Messiah’s sake? Haven’t we denied ourselves the joys of this world for his sake?”

“But I’m weary of carrying the burden of the world. I’m weary of being the scapegoat for the sins of others. Isn’t Israel worthy of being an end to himself?”

“But Israel is the light of the world. We are not asked if we will do this or that. We’ve been elected for this task, to carry the yoke of the Torah, until God sends a redeemer of flesh and spirit. And then he’ll bind the nations and bring them into the granary. For such an Israel no price of suffering is too high.”

Barnabas gazed at his friend with both wonder and envy. It wasn’t just in his words and voice that Saul’s exaltation was evident. By the light of the moon, Barnabas could see the pent-up bitterness and resentment vanish from Saul’s face when he talked about Messiah. His face was now radiantly beautiful.

“And what you said about Stephen. Would you really hand him over to the Sanhedrin? Why would you do that?”

“Because he is my best beloved brother,” answered Saul quietly.

From the Ends of the Earth

On that day of Pentecost, Joseph Barnabas’ sister Mary arranged a great reception for the leaders of the Greek-speaking or Hellenist, community of Jerusalem. The widow of a wealthy Cypriot wine merchant, Mary had settled in Jerusalem after her husband’s death to be closer to her brother, who would be considered her official protector, the comptroller of her estate, and her only son’s spiritual guide. Mary had enrolled her son, John Mark by name, in the Alexandrian Synagogue so that he could be trained in the strictest traditions of the Pharisees. For his secular studies, including instruction in the Greek language, she kept a Greek philosopher she’d purchased in the slave market of Tyre.

Mary was a stately woman in her mid thirties, perhaps a bit heavy for her height, but so graceful in motion that she gave the impression of extraordinary lightness. She was dressed in black, as befitting a widow. A light black tunic rested on her round, youthful shoulders and fell in skillful folds down to her sandals. Her hair was not veiled, but uncovered in the Alexandrian style. It was drawn back on two sides of a central line and rolled into a ball resting on her strong feminine neck. Her eyes were unnaturally large, for they’d been split when she was a baby. Eyebrows and eyelashes were artificially blackened. Her body breathed a refreshing scent of heliotrope with a touch of sweet spearmint.

Most Greek Jews lived in the new section of the city northeast of the ancient walls up on Mount Scopus opposite the Sheep Gate. They were accustomed to spacious houses, with gardens and colonnades, and so they didn’t live in the old crowded sections. Mary’s house resembled a Greek temple with a garden behind it enclosed in a peristyle. This was where she normally arranged her banquets. Though she was expected to maintain a certain modesty in her lifestyle, being a widow and a member of the Charitable Sisterhood, she also felt it her duty to add to the splendor of Jerusalem, so that visitors might leave with the memory of high culture and magnificent hospitality. The latter obligation overruled the former, and this was why she kept such a grand house with gardens and many servants.

Barnabas arrived early, since etiquette demanded that he take part in the reception, although he would have done it anyway due to his high affection for his sister. A large ring sparkled on his right hand, and the black mantle of a scholar covered his thin tunic. He found her in her spice garden, where she spent most of her time. After formal greetings, the conversation went something like this.

“Is everything all right, Joseph? You look restless.”

“I heard news in the Temple courts today that made my knees go weak.”

“Talk in the Temple courts is always disturbing. Please don’t tell me another revolt is brewing.”

“No, no revolt. At least not the physical kind. It’s a revolt of words and of the spirit.”

His sister smiled. “One of those? A storm of words will pass easily enough, as long as we keep the voice of Jacob, and not the hands of Esau.”

Barnabas could not smile with her. “Sometimes a storm aroused by words doesn’t die so easily. Many things happen in the Temple courts that are soon forgotten, but words have been said there that’ll live forever.”

Still his sister wouldn’t take him too seriously.

“Let it go, brother. I have news to cheer you up. Tonight we have as our guest the happiest and most fortunate of all women. Zipporah’s coming. I’m impatient to see what new device she brings to capture the heart of the most handsome man in Jerusalem.”

Joseph took his sister’s hand. He knew how concerned she was over his unmarried state and that she had her heart set on Zipporah, the daughter of Philip, the rich president of the Cilician Synagogue, as a sister-in-law. He was grateful, but he couldn’t give his sister the answer she wanted.

“Let her bring all the devices she wishes,” he said. “She’ll not approach the loveliness of my sister.”

A faint blush came to Mary’s face. She knew Joseph was sincere, and that in his eyes, she really was the loveliest of all women. But the words gave her no delight. They were just his way of putting things off. In his eyes every woman she found for him was utterly unworthy in comparison.

“I’ll go to those who sell magic potions, my brother, and ask for one that diminishes a woman’s charms, so your eyes may see others rather than me.”

“It’ll make no difference. The moon is even more lovely shining through a cloud than when the sky is clear.”

Mary placed her fingers on her brother’s mouth, for she saw John entering the garden.

The boy was also dressed for the festival, wearing a silk tunic with a sort of toga thrown over it. The toga was embroidered with figures of animals, not exactly in keeping with the Pharisee tradition. No matter how long they lived in Jerusalem, the Hellenists were never able to completely abandon the customs they’d brought with them. It was almost like they could never completely refrain from paying tribute to alien gods.

As excited as the boy was to see his uncle, he remembered his manners and bowed before his mother, greeting her in the proper manner first. Then he turned eagerly to Barnabas while Mary went to supervise the last details of the reception.

There was much love between John and his uncle. John had been fatherless since childhood, and he gratefully accepted his uncle as his spiritual guide and teacher. He also came to him with all the problems that troubled his young heart, and he did so now, immediately storming his uncle with questions.

“Is it true what they said in the Temple court this morning, that Messiah has already come and we didn’t recognize him and he was put to death?”

“Who told you this, my son?” asked Joseph, astonished.

“Some of the servants were there this morning and heard it from the mouths of the messengers themselves. They’re all talking about it. Even my Greek teacher, Sadaus, has heard of it.”

“The Holy One of Israel would not conceal the truth,” answered Joseph, piously. “If this is of God, we shall soon witness the great day. And if God has not built this house, then the builders have labored in vain.”

“They say that the prophets said that Messiah had to suffer. Is that true?”

“Those men did indeed quote the prophets to strengthen their arguments. But you must return to your studies. We’ll talk about this at a more fitting time.”

But the lad was not to be put off.

“They say he’s the first to rise from the dead.”

“Don’t let your attention wander from your studies.”

“How can I think of my studies if Messiah has come?” asked the boy, excitedly.

Barnabas didn’t answer, but in his heart he thought, “The wind carries news of Messiah on its wings, and babes and sucklings testify.”

It was now getting on toward evening, and in the east, darkness could be seen coming up over the hills of Moab. Uncle and nephew left the garden and went out to stand with Mary as the guests were beginning to arrive. They stood together on the wide terrace of the house, with its mosaic floor and its colored hangings, to greet their guests. Each synagogue group would arrive separately, led by its president. In the outer vestibule the overseer was stationed with his assistants to lead the visitors to the terrace entrance.

A group from the Alexandrian Synagogue was the first to arrive, led by their president, Antonius. Philip, the dignified president of the Cilician Synagogue, to which Barnabas and Mary belonged, even though they were Cypriots, brought his group next. Nicanor and Timon came from the Synagogue of Antioch Syria, followed by groups from the synagogues of Cyrene and Libya. There were even Cappadocians, and visitors from as far as Lystra. Perhaps the most distinguished visitor among the Hellenists was the preacher Stephen, whose Greek oratory was the pride of his congregation.

Even among the visitors from abroad there were faces familiar to Mary and Barnabas, for their father’s ships had plied between Salamis, the capital of Cyprus, and the cities of Pamphylia. Many merchants who’d visited them in their island home were now their guests in Jerusalem.

Three continents, Africa, Asia, and Europe, were represented in the multicolored crowds moving back and forth through the alleys and colonnades of the garden. The stateliest wore togas, as Roman citizens, although not all Roman citizens wore them. The young man Saul, his sister, brother-in-law, and nephew, as well as others from Tarsus, didn’t wear togas, even though they were Roman citizens. They wore the simple dress of their countrymen.

Following custom, the men were received by Barnabas and his nephew and offered refreshments of fruit and wine, while Mary presided over the reception of the women in another hall. Later, the men and women came together in the cool of the evening under the cypress trees by the pool, where a soft light glowed from the tops of the columns. Small groups gathered around the most recent arrivals from abroad, each seeking news of relatives and friends in the homeland or of public events. News was not very fresh, of course, since it could take weeks for a journey from afar. But it was the best obtainable. Of special interest on this occasion was news from Pamphylia and Lysias. The emperor Tiberius had put his favorite counselor, the Jew hating Sejanus, to death and had come under the influence of his pious aunt, Antonia. The condition of the Jews in that region had taken a turn for the better as a result. The Greeks there no longer desecrated the Jewish houses of worship and had changed their attitude, which, if not friendly, had at least become correct.

“In our country,” observed one Jew from Galatia, “the gentiles are on excellent terms with us. Many of them come to our Sabbath services, and some have even taken up the study of the Torah.”

“In our city many women have let themselves be baptized and are part of our faith,” reported one from Damascus. “I think maybe half the women have done that.”

“In Iconium and Lyconia many Greeks have converted and some have even been circumcised.”

A pilgrim from Pisidia reported how a group of Greeks in Antioch wanted to be converted, so the congregation sent a letter to the Pharisees in Jerusalem, who in turn sent a messenger to Antioch. The messenger had been able to convert only the women, because when the men found out they’d have to be circumcised, they refused.

The sarcastic and mocking voice of Saul was heard, “The gentiles are such heroes in the arenas. They’ll fight with gladiators and wild beasts, but mention circumcision and their hearts turn to water!”

A Jew of Pamphylia answered, “It’s not cowardice that stops them. It’s the glorification of the human body. They’re taught from birth to worship bodily beauty, and it’s against their nature to mar its perfection. Many Greeks say that if we’d make this one exception, they’d gladly accept our other laws and commandments.”

“In Lystra, God-fearing gentiles have also asked for concessions in the purity laws, besides circumcision. If we’d be content with just baptism, like the women, they’d become Jews.”

“And what else? Maybe they’d like us to throw out all the laws and commandments. They want it both ways. They want a share in the inheritance of Jacob, but still enjoy the things of earth. Whoever wants to enter under the wings of divinity must bring a sacrifice. They must be holy and pure.”

Again, it was Saul who raised his voice, apparently unaware that many of those present felt it unbecoming for him to make himself a spokesman in the presence of so many important people. His friend Barnabas, who was standing at his side, plucked gently at his sleeve.

“Well, the rabbis need to do something,” interposed a Phrygian Jew. “God’s hand is knocking on Gentile hearts. Some of them gave us money to buy sacrifices for them. Many came part of the way with us and acted as our escorts to guard against robbers. When we got on the ship, they were sad to see us go. They send their prayers through us to the Temple, their blessings to Jerusalem, and their submission to the God of Israel.”

The man’s words made an impression on the listeners. Other pilgrims joined in the conversation.

“Yes, it’s time, and more than time, that something be done for the Gentiles. The grace of God is being poured out on them, their eyes are opening to the light of the Torah, and their hearts are drawn to the God of Israel.”

“But the rabbis stand at the gates and won’t let them enter,” said Philip, the president of the Cilician Synagogue.

Had a person of lower standing offered such words, there would have been a sharp retort. Coming from him, they were accepted in silence.

But in the silence, another voice was heard, “From east and west we hear the voices of the nations, saying, ‘Come, let us go up to the mount of God.’ Yes, the God of Israel is knocking on Gentile hearts, just like Zechariah prophesied. ‘In every place the smoke of sacrifice goes up, and gifts are brought in My name, for My name is great among the nations, says the Lord of hosts.’ For even in their idols, they worship the one living God of Israel.”

It was the preacher Stephen who’d spoken, and his voice quivered with exaltation as he lifted up his arms and his face, on which the light of the stars fell.

There was a moment of silence. Then someone asked, “What is the special merit of Israel that draws the hearts of the nations?”

“It’s the holy Sabbath that Israel alone possesses,” answered one.

“No, it’s the belief in the resurrection,” answered another.

“Not that either,” said a third. “It’s the coming of Messiah. The Gentiles hear that Israel waits for him, and they too want a share in the kingdom of heaven.”

“Weren’t there men in the Temple today, preaching that Messiah has already come, that he rose from the dead, and told them to tell Israel and the world about it?”

“Yes, I heard something about it,” declared Philip. “The word was spread in our synagogue.”

“There was talk of it in our synagogue too,” added an Alexandrian Jew. “But they were just simple and ignorant Galileans.”

“They were disciples of the one they call Messiah, and he appeared to them after his death.”

“Their words are spreading like wildfire. What do our leaders think of it?”

“The hour has indeed come for You to send your deliverer of righteousness,” cried Stephen, and lifting up his hands he uttered the benediction the sages had formulated for the God-fearing Gentiles, “May Your compassion be awakened toward the God-fearing Gentiles and send to all of us the reward of those who do Your will.”

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After the guests had gone, Barnabas, the young Levite, remained in the terrace garden deep in thought. His eyes were focused on the dark blue curtain of the sky, spread over the great black walls of the hills of Moab. From below came the glitter of the Dead Sea. The whole world lay open to the grace of God, and Joseph Barnabas sat with the loveliest of the daughters of Jerusalem, Zipporah.

Urgent warmth breathed out of the night. The plants, which had gathered the heat of the sun all day, were overloaded with sweetness, which they spilled out on every hand. A long time they sat together, comfortable in each other’s presence. It seemed they were drawn together into the warmth and silence of the night.

“Why has the gift of prophecy been taken from Israel?” Zipporah suddenly asked. “Why are there no prophets like there were long ago? Are we worse than our ancestors?”

No one answered her, nor did she seem to expect an answer. She seemed to be just thinking out loud. She went on as if talking to herself.

“Sometimes I feel the time is near when He will pour out His spirit on everyone, like he promised the prophets. I feel prophecy will be renewed in Israel, and He will send His spirit, not just to the learned and wise, but also to the simple. And on us women, too. His spirit will cover everything, and we’ll see things in another light. Sometimes I think I’m filled with power like a fruit filled with ripeness. Like Hannah, I’m drunk, not with wine, but with power that fills me so that my insides cry out and my lips tear open. I speak, but I don’t know what the words mean. I just know that God is speaking through me.”

“All of us burn with a thirst for deliverance, and all of us long for God like a drink,” answered Barnabas.

“This is different. I long to lift up the banner of my people and sing the song of triumph and deliverance, like Deborah. Sometimes the spirit is so strong, it fills my heart, and it seems like a door opens, and a message comes from heaven in fiery letters, and I drink it in and cry out for the salvation of all Israel.”

Barnabas looked into the girl’s face. Her eyes blazed like stars, sending forth a mystic fire and filling him with both bliss and terror.

“Zipporah, how lovely you are. It’s like Deborah’s risen in you and your word will light new hope in Israel.”

“Since when does God need the help of women?” came a voice from the corner darkness. “Woman is an impure vessel, for her one desire is toward man, and the God of Israel will not use her.”

The hardness of the voice revealed the presence of the young man Saul.

“The times of prophecy are gone. Today the heavens are closed to us, and Israel is in darkness. God speaks today through the mouth of learning and His law. We must turn to the Torah with all our strength and consecrate ourselves to it completely. Only through the Torah will we find the Holy Spirit,” answered Saul loudly.

Barnabas asked, “And by what road do we reach the Torah?”

“By withdrawal, separation, and dedication. It’s the path of the Pharisee. Dedicate yourself wholly to the Torah, and let no woman stand between you and it. It is jealous and demands your entire soul. Long for it. Let all your manhood be given to it. This is prophecy for today. How can a woman dedicate herself to the Torah when her every thought is given to the man and everything she does is an ornament with which to snare him? Even her prophecy is an ornament to snare you and take you captive.”

There was a clear echo of jealousy in Saul’s sharp tone. He was in a war with this woman for the soul of his friend.

Zipporah rose quickly and answered, “Saul of Tarsus, it’s not only men who can separate themselves from the world for the love of God. Woman can also conquer all other desire and dedicate herself to God. You are right. The spirit of prophecy is jealous and demands eternal virginity from the woman. Now I understand the words of Solomon, ‘Blessed is she who is barren and without impurity.’ I thank you, Saul, for you have spoken well.”

And with that she turned from the two young men and withdrew.