Chapter 11
It was the
worst day of my life. My father had passed away, and I hadn’t been there. My parents
were aging, and all of us children were grown and away from the nest. Thankfully,
my younger sister, Sarah, lived nearby. I got to Bethany as quickly as I could,
but the seven-mile trip took me most of the morning. Baruk assured me that he
could take care of the sheep for a few weeks. “Take as long as you need,” he
had said to me.
Family and
friends were all around as I arrived near noon. Mother was glad to see me, and
we hugged each other and sobbed for many minutes. My father had come down with
a fever two days before, and had passed away that night. Something dreadful was
going around Bethany. While the women folk prepared the body, I discussed
funeral arrangements with my brother and brother-in-law. We had a family cave
nearby and my father would soon join his parents in their final resting place.
Friends continued arriving and I wept with each one. What a blessing to have so
many good friends. My father had made an impact on many lives. I always
thought, “When shared with friends, good times are twice as good and bad times
are half as bad.”
My father’s
service was as good as a funeral could be. Many friends said kind words, and
the rabbi shared comforting words from Scripture. To be honest, I couldn’t
recall exactly what was said. I only recalled the feeling of loss.
Friends
stayed and talked late into the evening, and we were exhausted by the time we
fell asleep that night. It had been years since I had slept at home, and I felt
like a little kid again. I woke once in the night and checked in on my mother.
She was sleeping soundly, and I was grateful. Mine was a good childhood. I had
left home when I was thirteen to seek my own way. I was grateful for Mr. Isaac
who had given me a job and direction in life. He told me the same things that
my father had told me, but they were coming from a different person. I listened
to Mr. Isaac; I should have listened more to my father.
With morning
light, the day seemed a little better. We enjoyed bread and cheese and talked
and laughed. More relatives from greater distances arrived through the day.
Each time that I told the events leading up to my father’s death, it became
more of a story and less painful. Time was healing my hurt.
Then our
neighbor, Martha, came from the house next door. Her brother was sick, and she
needed advice from my mother. I felt it was too soon for my mother to get
involved with someone else’s problems, but mother wanted to help. Martha’s
brother, Lazarus was sick with a fever just like my father had died from. I
went with my mother and Martha to see what we could do.
When we
arrived, Lazarus was in his bed burning with the fever. His other sister Mary
was washing his forehead with cool cloths. Martha was wringing her hands, not
knowing what to do. I had a sinking feeling that Lazarus had the same fever
that my father had died of. But I said nothing to Martha. I could see Lazarus’
condition brought back painful memories to my mother.
Martha
moaned, “If Jesus were here, he would know what to do.”
I spoke up,
“You know Jesus of Nazareth?!”
“Martha
replied, “Yes, the Master is a good friend of ours. He stays with us every time
he comes to Jerusalem. Our family is distantly related to his family on his
mother’s side.
My mind
raced. I asked, “Has anyone tried to reach Jesus?”
Mary looked
up from Lazarus and said, “No, I don’t know where he is. He is somewhere in
Galilee, but I have no idea where.” Then she rinsed the rag in cool water, wrung
it out, and wiped Lazarus’ fevered forehead once again.
I knew that
Lazarus had only one chance. I had to get to Jesus, and quickly!
I announced,
“I think I know where I can find Jesus. It will take a day to get there and a
day back, but I’ll hurry.” But I thought to myself, “I don’t know if Lazarus
can hang on. But I do know that Jesus is his only hope.”
The ladies
looked from one to another, thankful and fearful at the same time. The gravity
of Lazarus’ situation was sinking in.
Mary spoke
first, “Then Go! And be quick! Do what you can, Samuel, please!” And she began
to cry.
I hugged her,
and then Martha, and then my mother, and I was off. I stopped by mother’s house
to get some food and was on the road in ten minutes. Galilee was a large area.
But I had a hunch that I could find Jesus with his disciples somewhere near the
Jordan River up towards Bethany Beyond Jordan. That’s where John used to baptize,
just before Herod had him arrested and executed. Jesus resorted there often
with his disciples. Or he could be on up towards Aenon, but Bethany Beyond
Jordan was closer, and on the way to Aenon. I hoped that I was right. Lazarus
didn’t have much time, and Jesus was his only hope.
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