Month: July 2021

­Hadar’s Son

­Chapter 1 The Journey

The time of the olive harvest arrived and I awoke at the first light of day and went to fetch water at the well. Lowering the goatskin into the cistern, I recalled the story Abraham told me a week ago when he came from Jerusalem. The old friend of Cousin Jonathan still lived in the Holy City with his father Simon, his wife Marianne and their two sons. He belonged to The Way and often related tales from the life of Yeshua, the Messiah.

Yeshua was known to associate with sinners even the loose woman from Samaria He met at Jacob’s well. As Abraham often repeated, the Messiah looked into the heart and knew the longings of those He met while He walked on the earth. He saw the ambitious, pompous longings of a great many Pharisees and religious leaders. But when He met the Samaritan woman who had lived with five husbands and now a sixth man who was not her husband, Yeshua saw an open heart.

Pulling up the goatskin, I saw my own reflection in the water of the shallow well. A picture flashed in my mind from five years ago when my family and I were baptized by Philip the Evangelist. My siblings were all married now. Only I remained to care for my parents. The eyes looking up at me reflected the strain of being tied to this place. If the Messiah looked into this heart of mine, He would see the yearnings residing there. I wondered if Yeshua would condemn the selfishness in me?

“Matthias, hurry. We have much work to accomplish this day,” Father said interrupting my day dreams.

“Coming, Father,” I said feeling guilty for the desire to leave my parents, especially since they were the kindest people and most deserving of my devotion.

I loved the family who lived here: Aunt Avigail, my grandparents and cousins, and also the family of Matthew of Cana who owned the groves where we worked. They were relatives of Cousin Jonathan’s wife Sarai, whom I never knew because she died before my birth. In spite of the loving family and friends surrounding me, I could not help thinking about what lay beyond this cluster of humble dwellings a few miles from Jerusalem.

A sequel to my first novel: Daybreak. The first draft 60pp to date.

The pathways of the mind amaze me each time I write. It seems akin to an ancient verse about the bird that flies into a room and out of it to describe the life of a person. We know not where it comes from or where it goes to. I refer to this in order to explain the path leading to the writing of this blog this morning.

When you notice a gap in my posting, it is because of lack of inspiration or my failure to be still and willing to follow where it leads. Today it began with the daily Mass readings which led to a prayer to say before writing by St. Francis de Sales found on another blog, Windows of the Soul. While sitting here looking at a blank screen I thought about the news each day that confounds us with the absurdity of it all. The next stone of the path that entered my mind was the verse about good being evil and evil being good. My sometimes friend, Google, found the verses for me.

Nothing I have ever written speaks nearly as poetically, truthfully, and clearly as this Word of our Creator given to the prophets of old. Here I quote some of the passage:

Woe to those who call good evil and evil good, who put darkness for light and light darkness…woe to those who are wise in their own eyes and clever in their own sight… who acquit the guilty for a bribe but deny justice for the innocent. Therefore, as tongues of fire lick up straw and as dry grass sinks down in flames, so their roots will decay and their flowers blow away like dust, for they have rejected the law of the LORD Almighty and spurned the word of the Holy One of Israel.