Sunday, January 21, 2018

In Heaven’s Eyes

“Get home before you are missed.” The Rabbi’s words echoed in my ears. Stones along the shoreline baked in the hot sun, like the loaves fresh from our clay oven. I ran across them as fast I could. Water, clinging to my feet, sizzled until my footprints faded completely. Reaching the hillside, I climbed the dusty path to the road above.

Only once did I allow myself to see if the teacher was still there. He stood by his friend’s boat and glanced up at me. My foot hit a stone. Tears stung my eyes. I cried out and ran harder. Now I would have to explain the blood.

I hobbled through the side door of our courtyard and dropped to the cool floor, tucking my feet under me. Ima still chopped herbs in the kitchen, where she visited with her cousin. I pulled a piece of material from inside my sleeve and wiped my face and neck. After rubbing it through my hair, I stuffed it down the front of my shirt to catch the rest of the sweat, pooling above my stomach.

Safe. I could relax now. My studies sat right where I had left them. I picked them up and recited the Shema, keeping my voice low. Ima came in with a cup of water. Satisfied, she returned to the kitchen to the ceaseless chattering of her cousin, who would be staying for late day meal. I blessed our guest’s wagging tongue and drank the water, saving a few drops for my toe. But to my surprise, it was back to normal, not a drop of blood in sight. It didn’t even hurt.

Covering my face with my hands, I pondered everything that was still so vivid in my mind. I had heard about the teacher called Yeshua, and that he would be close by, so I had quietly slipped away to see him.

He stood on the shore of the Galil. Other Rabbis, leaders from the Temple, and fishermen had gathered around to hear his words, carried to them on the winds of the lake behind. I listened to the men discussing among themselves. One of them whispered he was Ha Mashiach…the Messiah, who healed people and worked miracles.

Messiah! I inched my way forward, taking in his every word. He taught with power and authority. I was mesmerized, drawn to him. My heart quickened. He was teaching from the Prophets, only, what he said made sense to me. Every word about the kingdom of heaven drew me closer until I was standing at his side.

One of the men jumped up, interrupting him. “Send that child away. He should be home, studying.”
Those around him agreed. Another shouted, “A child should not hear these words of yours; they are too hard, even for us.”

I stood there, trembling, painfully aware of my blunder. My knees buckled, but Yeshua’s arms came around me. He looked at the men. Then I heard the words I will never forget: “There is no greater in Heaven’s eyes than this child. He understands me.”

In his embrace, my being swelled with courage. I turned to face him. “Rabbi, you are Adonai. You are the Messiah!”

A shocked silence enveloped the men. Yeshua took my face in his hands and smiled. That’s when he bent down and sent me away with a whispered, “Get home before you are missed.”

Mark 10:13-16
…”Whosoever shall not receive the kingdom of God as a little child, he shall not enter therein.”

The Shema is a prayer in Deuteronomy 6:4-9
“Sh’ma, Yisra’el! Adonai Elohaynu, Adonai Echad.”
Hear Israel! Adonai is God, Adonai is One
From the CJB~Complete Jewish Bible

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