Chapter 8

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It was in the cool of a sunset on a summer day that Josh sat among the olive trees. The trees seemed timeless. Had they been here when the harvesters of the great Kings of Judah had passed by the unripe figs of Bethphage to find the delights of the Bethany dates and olives? He knew olive trees could last for centuries. New ones would have been planted, but the land was ageless. Had Hezekiah sat here to contemplate his gift of life. Here he looked through the trees and the landscape seemed to mimic his dreams. The figures were not behind the trees anymore. But he felt the presence of the Assyrian. Adad-Niri.  A breeze brushed his face. A breeze, a breath, a spirit, a ruah, A coolness spread through his body and an inner voice whispered’ ‘you are to bear the heavy weight of the word of Adonai. The people have grown fat and self-satisfied. They have forgotten their vows as the bride of Adonai. You will be my messenger, Malachi. Go to the people; tell them I required the circumcision that Moses commanded, circumcision of the heart. I desire the fast of Isaiah, of helping the poor and the fatherless and of unchaining the burdened.’

And so the words of Noadiah and Malachi were raised against the folly of the people.

Di bore two children. Benjamin the firstborn and Anna her daughter. Malachi and she spoke the word of Adonai without fear or favour, as did the other prophets. Some listened. They were shunned by the ‘society’ of Judah. They helped the divorced wives and children, even sending the destitute ones to Samaria where Othniel arranged surrogate families for them and where they were free to worship Adonai, free from the stigma they had in Judah.

Month after month, year after year they preached the message.

‘If Adonai is your master, where is your reverence? If he is your father, where is your love. You bring the lame and the diseased for sacrifice and you exploit the poor. But Adonai says “my name is growing amongst the goyim. From the rising of the sun to its setting my name has been glorified among the goyim and in every place, incense is offered to my name, and a pure offering: for my name is great among the goyim,”

‘Can’t you see that it is you, Judah who has broken your wedding vow. You have married a foreign god. Adonai told Jeremiah that he divorced faithless Israel – and you are going the same way.’

Their families stood by them. Josh’s part in the family business dwindled to just a menial role. His still did some of the labouring work, but his brother took over the running of the business, the administration. The business flourished as more people poured back into Jerusalem and surrounds. Josh’s son and his nephews joined and did well at learning the trade. Josh’s father had died some time back, and his mother was well supported by her two sons. There was no animosity toward the prophets, although it may be said that they were distracted from their day-to-day chores. Di did a little work as a female scribe and accountant, and they accepted gifts of food and clothing from those who loved Adonai.

In the year Di turned forty, and Josh was forty-eight, came the eunuch Nehemiah from Artaxerxes the Great to oversee the rebuilding of the city of Jerusalem. Nehemiah was a great and powerful man in the city of Susa. He was the chief butler to the king and as such he had the king’s absolute trust. He was quite wealthy, and as a eunuch, he was focussed on his work and not distracted by women. It had been said that he and the King were so close that the King recognised depression in Nehemiah, rather than a physical illness. Hearing Nehemiah’s lament about his native city, and the desecrated graves of his ancestors, the King had given permission for him to come to Jerusalem and had provided great wealth for Nehemiah to re-establish the city. The king had also provided guards and horsemen. The news of his imminent arrival spread, although there seemed to be no set date.

Some months later Nehemiah just seemed to turn up in Jerusalem. Did he sneak in? Had he deliberately come surreptitiously into the town? No one seemed to know. It was only later confirmed that he had arrived alone on horseback and had inspected the walls at night. This caused some concern and conspiracy theories flourished. How the people loved a good conspiracy story. He was going to build the walls again! He was planning to rebel against Persia! He would proclaim himself king! Some of the more influential officials believed all they heard and were terrified that the King of Persia would come down on them like a ton of mud bricks. They had peace as it was – but that wouldn’t last if the renewed Jerusalem was seen as a threat.

The leaders of the conspirators, Sanballat the Moabite, Tobi′ah from Ammon and the Arab Geshem were not keen on any Jewish entrenchment. Conflict seemed to be coming. They all abused the plans to rebuild the walls of Jerusalem and set about making mocking slogans to chant to those set on rebuilding.

Build the wall, the wall, the wall

Comes a fox and watch it fall.

It seemed to Malachi and Di that this ridicule was as childish as it was counterproductive. Why not concentrate on the positive. Yes – build the city again, and its wall. But make it open and inclusive. Di especially had had enough of exclusion. Open its gates. Welcome the goyim. They could both see that the abuse heaped up by the conspiracy theorists was going to lead to tears. The abuse only led to more distance between the ‘warring’ parties. Any chance of a mutual understanding or even a truce seems a forlorn hope. The same old exclusion that Di had lamented in years past now seemed to be entrenched.

Nehemiah set about allocating clans and families to strict sections of the wall and the work commenced. It was arduous but there was a certain joy is restoring the former glory – or at least trying to.

Di could see that things were only going to get worse. She and Josh went to the Jewish leaders and suggested holding out an olive branch to their enemies.

“Invite them to join in the work’ Di suggested. ‘If they feel included, they may well not only stop harassing you, but even help. Remember the great Isaiah told us that “in the last days the mountain of the Lord shall be glorious, and the house of God on the top of the mountains, and it shall be exalted above the hills; and all nations shall come to it.” All nations. The goyim! Moabites, Ammonites and Arabs. Please, invite them. Isaiah went on to say, “many nations shall go and say, Come, and let us go up to the mountain of the Lord, and to the house of the God of Jacob; and he will tell us his way, and we will walk in it: for out of Sion shall go forth the law, and the word of the Lord out of Jerusalem.” Can’t you see that you have the chance to change. Learn the purpose of God’.

But all she saw was the same old hatred in their eyes. Her dream. They had no concept of the all-encompassing love and plan of Adonai.

Sanballat, Tobi′ah and Geshem went back to Samaria. Di and Josh guessed they would be looking for a friendly reception in those they assumed to be enemies of the Jews. Sanballat had been governor there for some time and knew what to expect.

Josh wrote to Othniel to sort of warn him. After a little longer that usual, he got a return mail. Othniel was old now – Josh guessed in his seventies.

Sanballat had also in fact tried to recruit the army of Samaria as a bluff against the Jews. “Have you seen our army, Josh? There would be less that a thousand able bodied men, all almost totally unprepared and unarmed. A mouse could chase them, away. Don’t worry about it. Our priests here have pleaded with these rebels to just stop – to try for peace. I hope they listen”. They didn’t.

On their return, the rebels looked for other support. They spread their conspiracy theories to the people of Moab and the remaining few Philistines in Ashdod. They seemed to collect a loose promise of support. Nehemiah publicly prayed for the destruction of Sanballat and his gang – no mercy. But Josh had a feeling it was all bluff. And how easily it could have been diffused by either side. Josh and Di tried again.

They went to the Jewish leadership and again pleaded for peace with the men of Sanballat. Hadn’t King David invited the Philistines into his army? The Gittites. He had given them a chance to come to Adonai. Then they ceased being goyim and became children of Abraham.

Di and Josh pleaded with them. ‘Don’t you recall the words of the great prophet Isaiah “Foreigners shall build up your walls, and their kings shall minister to you.”, but you have excluded them. You have sealed the doors of Jerusalem at Shabbat, exactly what Isaiah told you not to do “Your gates shall be open continually; day and night they shall not be shut; that men may bring to you the wealth of the nations’. Yes – keep Shabbat, but teach the goyim to do it too – don’t exclude them’

Their pleas fell on deaf ears.

So, the work continued, with the Jews building with work tool in one hand and sword in the other. Shifts were arranged to make sure a guard was on hand while others built. But no attack occurred. Josh and Di knew it was all bluff.

The building went well and Nehemiah had time to instruct the people. Josh thought that he was basically a good guy, who tried his best to encourage the people, but who had no concept of God’s plan with all people. He castigated the officials and rulers of the people for extorting money and taxes from the masses and for charging interest. Some people even had to sell their children into slavery they were so impoverished. He changed the people’s habits – but not their hearts.

Sanballat then tried a new tack. He asked to meet with Nehemiah repeatedly on neutral territory. Whether this was indeed a plot to harm Nehemiah or not, Nehemiah refused. The meeting venue was changed to a room in the temple, and still Nehemiah refused. This time Di saw it as a pig-headed refusal to meet with non-Jews.

Nehemiah sought the counsel of the prophets, including Di and Josh. They all enquired of Adonai and were told to advise that Nehemiah should meet with Sanballat – a first step in reconciliation. There was a great sense of mistrust. Everyone suspected the others of being a spy or a double agent. Nehemiah suspected that the prophets had been bribed to say that he should meet Sanballat. So, he refused and called a curse on Noadiah and all the prophets. So sad. Di felt a genuine sadness for Nehemiah. He really was trying to do Adonai’s work, but he saw that work as exclusively for the ‘holy race’. What a contrast to the past. Israel could hardly wait to go a whoring. Now, their piety was extreme – to the point of missing the whole intent of the Law. How often did Di and Josh tell their leaders that the great king David had said ‘You don’t love sacrifice, or else I would bring it; you do not take pleasure in burnt offerings, what you want from me is a broken spirit; and a contrite heart’. But they would have none of it.

Ezra and Nehemiah led the people in the ridged ways of law keeping. On many occasions Ezra would take to the platform in front of the Temple and read the law to the people and explain it in detail. He was a good teacher – a good Rabbi. The people asked questions and Ezra answered. They learned and learned well. They reinstituted the feast of booths, which again had been let slide after Zerubbabel had instituted it. The people heard Ezra read the whole history of their nation, so they knew well what the booths feast meant. What Passover meant. They were prepared. But their whole focus was to look back to the past. They were not read from the prophets’ scrolls. No looking forward. Ezra got the people to all sign a pledge to keep the law without exception and to shun all foreigners. All goyim were to be excluded from all worship. Josh couldn’t help but feel the difference between this covenant and the Samaritans of Othniel. Such a contrast.

He had just received a letter from Othniel. It had the sound of a last letter. He was old and sick and parts seemed to be written in a different hand. Miriam? He said how happy he was to have met Malachi, and that he was indeed a prophet of Adonai. He loved the title ‘my messenger’. But he confided something to Josh that he’d never said before. He too had had the word of Adonai. Just once. He had been told to prophesy of a messenger that would come. He initially thought that it was Malachi, his friend Joshua, but now he knew different. There would be a greater messenger. One whose voice would call out ‘In the wilderness prepare the way for Messiah, make his paths straight.’ He felt that his name would be Jonah, like the great prophet to Assyria. A prophet to initiate the goyim into the promise.

‘You must prophesy of him, Josh. You will receive the message, I am sure.’

Di imagined that the messenger would be another Elijah – dressed in hairy coat and with a leather belt. Like Elijah? A goyim? She wondered. So, another messenger would come to herald Messiah. The chosen one. What would be Messiah’s name she mused. Joshua? The salvation of Adonai? Why not?

Josh replied to the letter. He replied to Othniel and Miriam, as he felt that perhaps only she could read it or reply. ‘I will be aware of any promise from Adonai of a future messenger.’ He wrote. ‘I will anticipate the word of Adonai’.

The daily grind went on. There were times were Adonai seemed to be silent, then followed by a flurry of messages.

‘You have bought defiled sacrifices and denied the sonship to the Father. You have done evil. You have denied the wife of your youth. You have forsaken her. Adonai hates divorce. You have forsaken your partner – the very mother of your children. Don’t do this.’ But the message went unheeded. It seemed that nearly every day Ezra read the words of the Torah to them. They all seemed to especially relish the part of the Torah which said that Moabites and Ammonite were to be excluded unto ten generations. Josh and Di tried to make them see that Ruth had ceased being a Moabite upon her conversion – but to no avail.

Eventually, Nehemiah returned to Persia as his allowed time had expired. While he was away, Eliashib the High Priest gave Tobias a storeroom in the Temple in which to live. When Nehemiah returned a couple of years later, he threw Tobias out. The angst all came back. Jew Samaritan hatred. Jew goyim hatred.

Sanballat had actually been very instrumental in rebuilding the Temple at Gerizim7. The simple structure Josh had seen had now been totally demolished and replaced with a grander version – much like the Jerusalem one. Josh was saddened at the news. He liked the simplicity of the original Temple. Adonai hadn’t asked for pomegranates and palms carved in rock, but rather the Torah carved in hearts.

Sanballat had instructed his sons to keep supporting the Jews in Egypt, and in the event of conflict over Adonai’s Temple, they should arrange money and labour to rebuild the temple in Elephantine8 if ever it was harmed.

Nehemiah reinstituted a strict shabbat. No foreign traders were allowed into Jerusalem. Mixed marriages were again condemned. It all seemed so predictable.

The word of the prophets Noahdiah and Malachi continued. Just as Othniel had prophesied, Josh had received the word of Adonai that another messenger would come. Josh couldn’t help but feel a twinge of disappointment. He had hoped that he had been the messenger who would bring the people back to Adonai. But it seems it was not to be. Together they preached that Adonai would one day send his messenger who would prepare the way for the Messiah whom they all sought. He would burst into his Temple, this one in whom Adonai delights. Who shall be able to stand before him? He’ll be like a consuming fire. In that day he’ll refine Levi and remove all sin and refine them as precious metals. In that day blessings will flow to Israel and Judah with no division.

‘A day is coming’, they called out, ‘which will consume like a burning oven. On that day the Sun of righteousness will arise, and healing in his wings’.

And Di received her Elijah message. ‘I will send to you Elijah before the great and glorious day of the Lord comes and he will turn again the heart of the father to the son, and the heart of a man to his neighbour, lest I come and smite the earth furiously.’

Di and Josh were greatly loved by their family and those who loved and understood Adonai. People with spiritual insight gathered around them and listened to their words. They became a light in the darkness of hatred. Especially Di and Josh’s children. Although not following as prophets, they admired and followed the Spirit of Adonai they saw in their parents. They could all see the fulfilling of the words of the prophet Isaiah ‘the heart of this people has become like lead, and their ears are blocked, and they have closed their eyes; lest they should see with their eyes, and hear with their ears, and understand with their heart, and be converted, and I should heal them.’

Anna had carefully collected the sayings of her parents and wrote them in a scroll. She wanted to add their words to the Nevi’im. It only contained eleven minor prophets – adding her parents would complete the twelve – Israel.

One evening she sat with her aged parents and asked; ‘what shall I call this scroll?’ Shall I follow the title of your favourite prophet mum? Joel. ‘The word of Adonai that came to Joel son of Pethuel.’ I could write ‘The word of the Adonai that came to the Levite Noahdiah, daughter of Ishtab, and to Joshua of Judah, the son of Shimmon.

Josh laughed. ‘Your mother has taught you well. Never in Israel has a woman’s name preceded a man’s.

‘Ah’ Di butted in, ‘how about Deborah and Barak.’

‘Yep,’ I stand corrected, Josh said. ‘But I think we are tired of names and lineages. Let’s leave the book anonymous. What do you say Di?’

‘Yes, Ezra was a zealous man, but misguided. He thought that a Jewish lineage back to Aaron the Chief Priest was what made the man. But he was so wrong.

We always felt that we were just messengers. Adonai should be the subject of our prophecies – not us. Then let the prophecy be called ‘My Messenger’, Malachi. People in the future may pour over its contents and try to find clues as to who the prophet was – but that’s not important.

It’s the message. The message alone.’

7  Israeli Antiquities Authority – ‘Today we can state with certainty that the first phase of the temple on Mount Gerizim was erected in the middle of the fifth century BCE by Sanballat the Horonite, a contemporary of Ezra and Nehemiah… It seems that along with the grandson of Eliashib the Priest other Judean priests came to Mount Gerizim where they built and sanctified the temple as a replica of the Jerusalem temple’

https://www.antiquities.org.il/Article_eng.aspx?sec_id=36&subj_id=286&id=472#:~:text=Sanballat%20the%20Horonite%20who%20was,with%20Jerusalem%20and%20its%20temple

8 The Elephantine Papyri refer to an appeal from the Jews of Elephantine for permission to rebuild their temple in Egypt. They wrote to the Persian governor Bigvai in Judah, and the high priest Johanan, requesting permission to rebuild their temple. After not hearing from them they sent an appeal to the sons of Sanballat in Samaria asking for permission.   https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elephantine_papyri_and_ostraca

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Chapter 7

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Josh asked his parents to ‘get the girl’ for him. The parents of both were happy enough and it certainly wasn’t a surprise to them. The parents also got to know each other. Although from different tribes, they had a commonality in belonging to the very few of Israel who had come ‘home’ from the diaspora. Both sets of parents had been born in Judea, so had not faced the temptation to remain in Persia, although their parents had. They agreed on an engagement period in which bride and groom would remain wholly faithful to each other. Wedding plans were made and although Josh’s family could afford a rather lavish affair, both Josh and Di asked for something simpler.

They mused on their commitment. Josh dreamed of romancing his bride with words and song. He wasn’t a musician, but he felt he wasn’t a half bad poet. He reckoned he could do a better job of describing the perfect wife than Lemuel had done. He smiled at his days of wanting a harem. Not now. What made Di different? Yes, he’d wanted an attractive wife and she was that. Her eyes – he loved the depth there. Hadn’t one of the Akkadian poets call eyes ‘the windows of the soul’? How right he was. But more. He hadn’t defined it, but he realised that her intelligence was a call to him. But more. What girl would have the passion to serve Adonai that she had? How desperate he was to share that with her. Poor old ‘preacher’ he thought, couldn’t find one decent woman in a thousand and now Josh had his one.

Di knew Josh was a good man, and she felt she genuinely loved him and wanted to be with him. But…was there some hesitancy? Why? She couldn’t think of anything better that to share Adonai with her husband. So, why was there something missing. Her mother. The mother, who had so painstakingly tutored her to self-reliance – how would she feel about the marriage? Her daughter now on the same old female path?

After the customary yearlong engagement, they married in a modest ceremony, with enough good food and wine to gladden the heart of any man. The old custom of a ‘bride price’ had disappeared in the diaspora. They had adopted social customs of the Babylonians and Persians and the only ‘gift’ now given to the bride’s family was to care for and protect her. As Josh’s family were relatively wealthy, the bride’s parents were satisfied.

She was eighteen and he was twenty-six. Only Di’s mother seemed to have a far away look in her eyes. Di noticed.

The next morning, Di told Josh she’d like to visit her mum for a bit.

‘Wow,’ Josh said ‘You’re going home to your parents already. Was I that bad?’

She laughed. ‘This is my home now – but I need to see mum.’

She found her mother still packing up ‘stuff’ from the wedding. Di took her aside.

‘I know how you feel mum. After all you’ve done for me. Now look at me – married and kids in line. But I have much to tell you.’ And with that she told her mother all that had happened. Of her dreams, of Josh’s contact with the Samaritans and his dreams which started at Gerizim and continued. Josh the Malak of Adonai and her Malachi. She told her mother of her dreams to still be a prophet, but at least she could be a prophet’s wife.

‘Yes Di, but if Josh is your Malachi, he is your messenger which means you are the one to instruct him. He carries your message.’ Di hadn’t thought of it like that.

Di’s dreams did return and became more frequent. Angry men shouting and Josh by her side. But something was curious. She was the main object of their hatred. Why? If she was just the prophet’s wife, why not direct the attack to the prophet? She didn’t understand. Perhaps she was the one with the message, and Josh was ‘the mouthpiece’, the messenger.

Over dinner one night, after a day of olive oil business, they discussed the prophet ‘business’.

‘Sometimes,’ Josh said, ‘the prophets seem to be given a clear instruction. Go to Ahab and tell him it will no longer rain on the land. Other times they seem to recite an oracle or a proverb against some nation. Take up this proverb against the King of Tyre. Or this is the word of Adonai… . Clearly from Adonai. But, on other occasions, they seem to pronounce blessings or curses from their own sense of what is good and right. Hanani the seer came to Asa to condemn him. Of his own volition? No mention of Adonai instructing him. I wonder…do we just get a soap box and stand up in the market and warn or instruct the people? They do so many things that betray true worship. They offer diseased and lame animals for sacrifice when the Torah asks for animals without blemish. They screw the poor to make more money and get fat and rich. There is so much to warn the people of.

So it happened, that before the Temple or the synagogue on Shabbat, Joshua and Noadiah would call to the people to repent. Be honest to Adonai. Give the best of your flock, love the poor and do not deceive your neighbour. Do not exact interest from those who had to borrow to survive. Josh took on the name of my messenger, Malachi. They echoed the words of Haggai and Zechariah in their call to repentance. The people seemed to pay them little heed.

‘Don’t you recall the words of Haggai and Zechariah’? they said. ‘They told you to love Adonai, be honest and be merciful to the poor and weak.’

The crowd would snarl back.

‘We don’t even know what Zechariah was talking about….all the stuff about myrtle trees, gold bowls, girls in measuring bins…what was all that supposed to mean.’

‘What did a woman ever represent in Tanakh?’ Di said. ‘Every symbolic woman in Tanakh is Israel and Judah. She was taken to Adonai as a virgin bride at Sinai, but she became a harlot. She has been measured in the measuring bin just as Belshazzar was measured and judged before Daniel. She has gone back to Babylon. You have despised your inheritance and have become Babylon of the nations’.

They screamed at her. Screaming hatred.

She felt compelled to continue. ‘Just as Zechariah called you Babylon, so the great prophet Ezekiel called you Sodom. You have exceeded the sins of Sodom.’

‘We’re not homosexuals.’ They screamed back. ‘We are pure. We don’t have sex with men!’

‘Read the prophet!’ she said. ‘The sin of Sodom was pride, and rejection of the needs of the poor.’ And so, the debate would go.

It was the time of the early rain and the farmers were delighted to see the rain water the crops. Wheat, spelt, barley and the fruit trees greened before their eyes. The dust joyously absorbed the water to renew the promise of rebirth. Soil become mud. Fig trees budded, spelt sprouted. But there came strange tiding from Jerusalem. Ezra, the leader of the people had been told of some bad behaviour and practices of ‘his’ people. Seems he was in a fowl mood. From what the people said, Ezra had torn his clothes and then clothed himself in hessian rags. He had come with letters from Artaxerxes to take on the role of instructor of the people of Judah. But now, he seemed to be in mourning. It was said that he had spent days in prayer, in supplication for some great trespass.

Josh and Di decided to travel to Jerusalem to see what was up. When they arrived, they found a great crowd of people, waiting at the Temple. It was whispered that Shekaniah4 Ben Jehiel had taken Ezra to the house of Johanan5 Ben Eliashib where he refused to eat or drink. A huge crown had gathered. While they were standing there, a spokesman came out and demanded that all the exiles must assemble in Jerusalem and if they didn’t their land would be confiscated and they themselves would be excommunicated. Outcasts.

‘They can’t do that!’ Di said. ‘That’s unlawful. Nothing can take the ancestral lands from a clan.’

‘And I fear that excommunication is just the start. It is a way of commanding subservience. Once you are out, you become a pariah. No work, no food.’ Josh said. ‘And totally illegal.’

The rain had set in. In three days’ time all the heads of the clans assembled at Jerusalem. They stood in the rain. They looked a sorry bedraggled crowd.

Josh had an oiled skin to serve as a waterproof covering. They both huddled under it. Those around were getting pretty distressed as the rain was pouring down on them. Then Ezra, the man himself, stepped up, and demanded that they pay attention to him. He said that he had learned that many of the people, Levites and even priests, had taken goyim wives of the Canaanites, Hittites, Perizzites, Jebusites, Ammonites, Moabites, Egyptians and Amorites peoples. And now, he demanded that they divorce their foreign wives and send them away with the ‘half-caste’ children. He even referred to the people of Judah and Benjamin as ‘the holy people’.

‘I don’t believe what I am hearing’ Di said. She abandoned the oil skin and leaped up onto a donkey cart which was nearby and called out as loud as she could.

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“Don’t listen to this. Where, in the Torah, does it ever say to divorce? Even goyim? Never. Adonai hates divorce. Bring them with us. Teach them of Adonai and they will come to him. And your little ones, if you do this they will be lost. Don’t do this!’

Someone called out ‘Abraham booted out his Egyptian wife and their child!’

‘Yes, at the instruction of Adonai, and He cared for them and promised them an inheritance too. Your goyim wives will follow your instruction. They will follow the lead of the head of the house. Bring them to Adonai. But bring them to Him first.’

Di’s rain-soaked black hair stuck to her face.

‘We don’t want the holy seed polluted with goyim’ they cried out.

Di almost screamed out: ‘Adonai can make ‘holy people’ from the stones by the roadside if He wants. It means nothing! Elisha washed the uncleanness from Naaman and sent him back to Syria as a servant of Adonai. Elijah was attended by a Phoenician and he saved her child. The Canaanite Rahab became the ancestor of the great king David. Adonai hates divorce!’

The crowd screamed at her. She could hardly believe what she saw. One minute they were apathetic, lethargic, and suddenly they were so zealous to do harm to the innocents. They had certainly regained all their passion, but for all the wrong reasons. The crowd screamed at her. Suddenly she felt a calmness overcome her. Her dream. The hate filled men. She raised her head and said ‘hear the word of Adonai: be careful what you do. Adonai demands mercy not ritual, mercy not bloodlines. Adonai hates divorce.’ She turned to Josh ‘I received the message Josh. I am a prophet.’

There was a movement in the crowd as four men moved forward.  Jonathan6 Ben Asahel, Jahaziah Ben Tikvah, Meshullam and Shabbethai the Levite, stood by her. Their voices were lost in the madness of the crowd but they stood firm. Others came to their side. Gentle folk who understood the message. Still others who confided to her that they too had received a message. Prophets. But something else. Di had long left the cover of the oilskin behind, and there in front of her, rain soaked and bedraggled stood a group of little girls. Wonderment in their eyes. Di felt fulfilled. But even more, behind them, at the front of the soaked crowd stood her mother. Di had never before seen such pride in her eyes.

4  Ezra 10:2

5  Ezra 10:6

6  Ezra 10:15

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THE MESSAGE – A Romance in the Days of Ezra

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CHAPTER ONE

Josh’s face hit the dirt. His mouth was half open as he slid into the sandy clay.

Small pebbles and sand covered the left side of this face and mouth. Thankfully his eyes were shut as he landed. He lay motionless.

He didn’t want to spit, in case of noise. He lay there for what seemed an eternity. Then he slowly raised his head, just a fraction and let saliva run from his mouth in a feeble attempt to rid it of the sand. He could feel the burn of gravel rash on his bare left arm.

He hadn’t expected to see a soldier here. Who was it?

He slowly raised his head to just the level required to see over the ridge he lay behind. There was a guy there all right. Josh dropped his head again. What was the guy doing? He didn’t seem to be walking – or moving. Josh slowly raised his head yet again. The guy seemed to be in amongst some shrubbery. Josh got a better look.

A grunt. A foot soldier. Josh could tell. He saw that the clip holding the tunic was leather. In an officer it would have been metal. The beard was square cut but not curled. A commoner – low class.

He seemed to be squatting in some sparse bush, pulling up his tunic.

‘Oh’ Josh whispered to himself. ‘The guy’s taking a pee or something.’

Josh’s hand tightened on the staff by his side. He could be up, cover the twenty or so paces to the guy in less than four seconds, all while the guy has his tunic knotted about his waste, he could smash his brains in. But why? That would drop this guy’s armed forces from one hundred thousand to a mere ninety-nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety nine; and he would leave a trail. They’d hunt him down.

No – better leave him be.

He would have expected a Persian soldier, but this guy looked Assyrian. Josh wondered what an Assyrian was doing here. They had been defeated a couple of hundred years ago, first in Nineveh and then at Harran. The conquering Babylonians hadn’t fared much better, having fallen to the Medes a handful of decades later. Now his beloved Judea was ruled by Persians. He figured that the Assyrians must be surveying Samaria for a possible tilt at re-establishing their former glory. Maybe the inhabitants of Samaria were trying to make a connection with the few remaining Assyrians to challenge Persia. Fat chance. One of the proverbs of ‘The Preacher’ came to his mind and he added an ironic ending of his own. ‘… the race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong…but that’s the way to bet!’ He didn’t think the Assyrians had much of a chance. Anyway, this one could live another day.

As he lay in the sand, waiting for the Assyrian to leave, his mind flew to the words of one of their holy prophets, Isaiah who has said ‘Egypt are my people, and Assyria the work of my hands, and Israel my inheritance.’ What was that all about? Not what the leaders has always said at the Synagogue at Shabbat. They always proclaimed that Israel was God’s people – no room for anyone else. Weird.

He had left his home in Bethany to travel north-east to Mt. Gerizim. He loved his home village. Best place on earth he figured. ‘House of dates’ – such a cool name. He loved date cakes. There were date palm, fig and pomegranate groves growing in lovely loam soil, but it was also just a stones throw from Jerusalem, where all the action was. He had seen the yearly dedication re-enactment of Zerubbabel’s Temple and although it was impressive, he was happy to observe it from a distance. He liked the ‘action’ around the Temple, but also liked to retreat to Bethany, to his home. He was thankful for Zerubbabel’s reinstatement of the festivals; the festival of booths with its required number of burnt offerings prescribed for each day, and the regular burnt offerings, the New Moon sacrifices and the sacrifices for all the appointed sacred festivals of Adonai, as well as free will offerings. But Passover was best of all.

He enjoyed Passover at Jerusalem. So much blood and guts. Priests covered in blood from slain animals, merchants selling their wares to those who didn’t have an animal to sacrifice, exchange desks where you could exchange a gold Persian daric or a silver siglos for silver shekels. Josh reckoned that the exchange rates were a rip-off. But there was so much action. Temple guards sorting ‘the sheep from the goats’. Jews from Samaritans. Samaritans were considered goyim and excluded. But Jews from far flung lands were welcome, so that they could be fleeced on the accommodation and food prices.

People from Egypt, Carthage, Babylonia, Cilicia and even Elam would flood in with their strange clothes and customs. All united in the faith of Passover. Hawkers would patrol the streets, selling their wares; leather goods, trinkets of gold and silver, lapis lazuli and jade. It was bazaar time. Fun time.

Street food. The prescribed Passover lamb was reserved for the High Shabbat, the Passover Seder, and for the seven days after, the time of yeast free cooking, there were street vendors. Also, for the days before the festival as well, visitors would swell the ranks of the population. Lamb marinated in exotic spices, on skewers, served with yeast free flat bread. Paste made from sesame seeds, chic peas, garlic, cumin, coriander and lightly salted. Finely chopped aromatic herbs. What a time to be alive! How wonderful was Passover.

Josh wondered if any of these people ever stopped to consider the saving hand of Adonai as He brought His people out of Egypt. To the crowds it was just a holiday without meaning. Although Ezra the scribe was painstakingly transcribing the Hebrew texts into Aramaic, the people seemed as yet unaware of what the Torah spoke.

But it was all such fun for a young man.

Girls too. Pretty girls from exotic places, some with braided hair, some with head and face coverings showing only their flashing black eyes. Some with nose rings and forehead adornments, unknown to the girls of Judea. Josh knew that his parents would select a girl for him, but there was no harm in looking.

He cheekily mused that maybe he could resurrect the concept of a concubine. They had been a big part of the culture of Israel, ever since Abraham. The great judges kept them. Gideon and Shamgar. Kings like Saul and David. It had reached its crescendo with Solomon’s three hundred! But then, after king Rehoboam, concubines were never referenced again in all the chronicles of the kings of Israel and Judah which Ezra, the scribe, had so painstakingly mapped out into the Babylonian script. Maybe he could start concubines again. He’d have two of the girls with the flashing black eyes, and maybe two of the raven-haired girls from the land of Ephraim. He had luxuriated in the thoughts for a while.

He also looked forward to the contrast of the festival of first fruits which culminated fifty days after Passover. It was a joyous conclusion to the festival. Happiness, and a certain serenity filled the air. He loved the noise and bustle of Passover, but he loved the quiet thanksgiving of Pentecost. Such joy in the air. No one seemed to care that the walls of Jerusalem had not been rebuilt. Many buildings still lay in ruins, but people just skirted the fallen stones to go about their parades of thankfulness. Many of the ‘foreigners’ who stayed on after Passover but now began returning home. Street crowds thinned. Merchants disappeared. Life fell back to normal. Jerusalem seemed to be almost deserted after Passover and Pentecost. The city still lay largely in ruins with few people willing to stay within its broken walls.

Josh had decided to travel this year. His career was decided. He would have to follow in his father’s footsteps and be an oil merchant. The family business was to buy oil from the farmers with their olive groves, refine, grade and bulk store the oil until olive harvest was past and the oil became a more precious commodity. Much was sold to travelling caravaners who took the oil to far flung places and in exchange gave spices and silk for his father to on-sell. It was a good business, and he was expected to continue it, even though he was the second son, there was room enough in the trade for the two boys.

He had taken leave from the family, at the age of eighteen, with his father’s blessing, to travel a little. Explore the land. He knew that his mother was a little worried, but he assured her that he just wanted to see the history of his land. Where had Goliath fallen, where had Barak come down with his ten thousand men? Where had the beautiful Jael planted her tent peg? Where had the ark rested in Shiloh? His parents had accepted that these were questions a young man should ask. But Josh felt a twinge of guilt, as this was not the real reason he wanted to travel. Yes, he had a curiosity about all those things, but that was not at the foremost of his mind. He wanted first to seek out the Samaritans. He had heard that they had built a mock Temple on Mt. Gerizim *1   – a blasphemy of the true temple. His heart was full of hatred for them. How dare they duplicate the one true temple and pretend that Adonai dwelt there. They were dogs, the unclean of the earth. He wanted to see for himself. But there was another desire within his heart. Cyrus, the great Persian King, had been magnanimous to the Jews in allowing the return. A magnanimity followed up by Darius and his support for the building of the temple. But Israel was still ruled by a foreign nation. He wanted independence – like in the days of David and Solomon when the Kingdom of Israel stretched from the Euphrates to the Nile. His passion was to see how this could possibly happen again. Not in his days, but he wanted to see the possibility and dream of a future.

Travelling north-east took him to Jericho. What a history. The first of all the cities to fall to the Israelites. It would always stand in Israel’s folklore as a symbol of Adonai’s blessing on his people and as a symbol of his severity in the curse on Achan. He stood outside and looked for massive walls that once surrounded the town. Gone. Fallen at the command of Adonai. Now it was just a bustling but small town quite close to ‘the river’. But it contained a quandary for Josh. He had so many questions, about the Torah and no one seemed to be able to answer. Hadn’t Adonai instructed Moses to tell the people to destroy all the inhabitants of Canaan. No mercy! These goyim deserved nothing but condemnation and death. Four hundred years they had had to repent and come to Adonai. Four hundred years from the time of Abraham to the time of Moses. Four hundred years to turn, to listen to the message of Melchizedek. But did they? No; they rejected Melchizedek and Adonai. They deserved death and destruction. No mercy! This was what Adonai instructed Moses. He knew it by heart:

‘I will bring you into a land of seven nations larger and stronger than you, and when the Lord your God has delivered them over to you and you have defeated them, then you must destroy them totally. Make no treaty with them and show them no mercy. Do not intermarry with them’. 

Clear enough. And yet they had immediately broken this command. It almost seemed as though they had set out to defy Adonai. The Israelites, under Joshua, had shown mercy to Rahab and her family. Exactly what they were told not to do. And they were blessed for this disobedience. Not only that, but Salmon had married Rahab, is exact disobedience to the command not to marry the Canaanites. But here was the rub – not only did Salmon disobey – but he was blessed by Adonai is that his line led to the great King David, and the greater son of David to come. How could Adonai allow a goyim to be the progenitors of King David? This was one of myriads of questions which Josh had posed to the Levite teachers in his hometown. No answers.

Jericho has suffered the same fate as Jerusalem at the hands of Nebuchadnezzar. The city had been destroyed by the Babylonians and was now a smaller and poorer version of itself. It still served as an administrative centre for Persian rule while Jerusalem lay waste. But as Jerusalem repopulated, Jericho became second rate. Josh only stayed a couple of nights.

He waited in ‘the town square’ for a kindly soul to offer hospitality. He was offered a room by a single Levite man, and he was happy to accept it. They spent a pleasant time discussing Tanakh before bed each night and during the two days Josh helped with chores. On the third day he bad farewell and headed north again. He crossed the Samaritan border, although it was unmarked, and bedded for the night in the open. He travelled along the Jordan valley where he could access water without asking for peoples help. He had left his prayer shawl and other Jewish trappings behind, wondering how he’d fare if they knew he was a Jew.

*1 A Temple to YHWH was built by the Samaritans, on Mt Gerizim, in mid 5th Century BC.  https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mount_Gerizim

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