The Right Hand of Doom
You've always been taught to take certain things on faith. The Bible was one of those things. You took it on faith, but always wondered at the most mysterious "hole" in history that was never quite filled in...
That's right. What happened to Jesus from 13 to 29? Why does the Bible have a gaping hole in the Christian man's Example's life... better yet, during the times in our own lives when an example would have been the most helpful?
This always bothered you, to the point that as soon as you were old enough, you set off for Israel, the holy land, where you were determined to find the answer. You even entered the carpenter's trade once you arrived in Galilee, picking up what ancient and modern day colloquial Hebrew you could along the way. Once you began to have a conversational understanding of the language, you discovered to your chagrin that verbal history accounts (passed down from generation to generation) differed about as much as the items for sale at the local open-air market.
You had become fluent in both kinds of Hebrew by the time you heard the rumor of a direct descendant from Jesus' brother Simon being alive and living on the outskirts of town. If anyone had even the slightest clue of Jesus' missing years, it should be this man...
You arrive at the home and are bidden to enter. You pray your blessings upon the house, and the maid offers to wash your feet, which you humbly accept. Upon being seated across a small wooden table from the older man, you are offered their freshest wine (what you used to call grape juice back in the States), which you also accept. The man's eyes are full of kindness, yet he almost seems to stare through you, no doubt feeling out your intentions.
"So, you seek to know of my great-great-great... oy, too many greats - Uncle Jesus, do you not?" he queries, a wizened smile crossing his face. Your first instinct is to laugh, not ever hearing Jesus referred to with "Uncle" in front of his name, but you stifle it, so as to not offend your host.
"Yes, master. I wish very much to know the account of Jesus' life during the years not accounted for in the Bible... His ages 13 to 29. Do you know of these years?" you ask, then bow your head respectfully.
The old man answers wistfully, "Oy, if I had a shekel for every time I've been asked THAT one! But there is someone else you should talk to, my son..." Your eyes widen with anticipation. "His name is Kalel. He lives in a cave atop the mount outside of town. He was one of Jesus' friends during the time of which you speak."
You gasp. "How can that be?!?"
He anticipated your surprise: "Ask Kalel. I'm sure he will be more than happy to tell you." At this, he lets out a guffaw that you would hardly think could've originated from his smallish frame.
That's right. What happened to Jesus from 13 to 29? Why does the Bible have a gaping hole in the Christian man's Example's life... better yet, during the times in our own lives when an example would have been the most helpful?
This always bothered you, to the point that as soon as you were old enough, you set off for Israel, the holy land, where you were determined to find the answer. You even entered the carpenter's trade once you arrived in Galilee, picking up what ancient and modern day colloquial Hebrew you could along the way. Once you began to have a conversational understanding of the language, you discovered to your chagrin that verbal history accounts (passed down from generation to generation) differed about as much as the items for sale at the local open-air market.
You had become fluent in both kinds of Hebrew by the time you heard the rumor of a direct descendant from Jesus' brother Simon being alive and living on the outskirts of town. If anyone had even the slightest clue of Jesus' missing years, it should be this man...
You arrive at the home and are bidden to enter. You pray your blessings upon the house, and the maid offers to wash your feet, which you humbly accept. Upon being seated across a small wooden table from the older man, you are offered their freshest wine (what you used to call grape juice back in the States), which you also accept. The man's eyes are full of kindness, yet he almost seems to stare through you, no doubt feeling out your intentions.
"So, you seek to know of my great-great-great... oy, too many greats - Uncle Jesus, do you not?" he queries, a wizened smile crossing his face. Your first instinct is to laugh, not ever hearing Jesus referred to with "Uncle" in front of his name, but you stifle it, so as to not offend your host.
"Yes, master. I wish very much to know the account of Jesus' life during the years not accounted for in the Bible... His ages 13 to 29. Do you know of these years?" you ask, then bow your head respectfully.
The old man answers wistfully, "Oy, if I had a shekel for every time I've been asked THAT one! But there is someone else you should talk to, my son..." Your eyes widen with anticipation. "His name is Kalel. He lives in a cave atop the mount outside of town. He was one of Jesus' friends during the time of which you speak."
You gasp. "How can that be?!?"
He anticipated your surprise: "Ask Kalel. I'm sure he will be more than happy to tell you." At this, he lets out a guffaw that you would hardly think could've originated from his smallish frame.
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