Dragon Knight: Resurrection

cropped-Myrria-and-Darby23.jpgJesus went up on the mountain and there he sat down with his disciples. The Jewish feast of Passover was near. When Jesus raised his eyes and saw that a large crowd was coming to him, he said to Philip, “Where can we buy enough food for them to eat?” Philip answered him, “Two hundred days’ wages worth of food would not be enough for each of them to have a little bit. One of his disciples Andrew the brother of Simon Peter said to him, “There is a little boy here who has five barley loaves and two fish: but what good are these for so many?” Jesus said, “Have the people recline.”

Naftili and his father had traveled to the Sea of Galilee to trade some wool with and put some on ships bound for Chorazin and points north. They had stopped in Bethsaida to purchase some food for their journey home. Several Jews spotted them and began to harass them. Naftili was confused. He knew Abba had told him to stay away from Jews and that they were different and that their faith was the true one. But these people did not seem any different from them at least they did not look any different. It did not make any sense. So they found a Samaritan who would sell them some barley loaves and fishes and began their journey back to Sychar and home. While walking they came across a loud large group of people listening to a man speak. Abba wanted to hurry past, but Naftili was walking slowly and listening.

“Naftili, come on If we wish to get out of here before dark you must hurry.”

“But, Abba, is not that the man who was in Sychar last year. Did he not forgive Mary? I want to stay and listen to him. I like hearing what he says.”

“No we cannot stay, besides he is a Jew.”

“Wait father. There is a crowd gathering by the lake Jesus is speaking. Can we go and listen to him for a little while. Mother is not expecting us till dinner.”

“Yes I suppose we can he. Just do not tell Rabbi Jacob.”

Naftili laughed. “What is so funny son?”

Naftili pointed at the crowd. Standing on the very edge was Rabbi Jacob.

Well I guess we need not keep it from him. Let us join him and see what this Jewish teacher has to say.”

They could hear the seagulls squealing on the shore and the wind gently blowing through the palm trees as they approached and found a rock sandy spot to sit and listen.

Rabbi Jacob looked at the pair and raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Welcome Joseph and Naftili. And what are you doing here.”

Joseph and Naftili laughed as they got comfortable on the ground. Father cleared his throat. “We could ask you the same question. It appears as if we all have an interest in hearing this man speak.”

Rabbi Jacob nodded and winked at Naftili. “See I told you it would work out if your obeyed your father.”

Naftili nodded and smiled. Things had worked out and hopefully his father would be as excited by Jesus as he already was.

Jesus voice pulled him in. He could sit and listen to him speak all day. What he said made sense. But he was a Jew and Abba said that the Jews were wrong and to stay away from them. But he felt drawn to this man to the things he said. Could father be wrong, could the rabbis and teachers be wrong? What was so wrong with the Jews anyway? Naftili quieted his mind and listened as Jesus spoke of love and forgiveness. This did not sound wrong.

Before he knew it was early evening. HIs stomach grumbled and the crowd of about five thousand was getting restless. One of Jesus’s followers was trying to figure out a way to feed all these people. Naftili was not sure how they could do that. Jesus would have to send all these people home, but some of them had travel a long way and needed ford before they could travel.

Just then one of the man’s followers approached Naftili.

“Hello, greetings, I am Andrew. I see you have some food and it is getting late in the day. Could you possibly share your meager meal with the master he has been speaking to the crowds all day and is very hungry?”

Naftili looked to his Abba. “Abba, what do you think, can we share with the teacher.”

“Only a few loaves of bread and some fishes. That will not be enough but you can have it.”
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“Come with me, so the master can bless your humble offering. Although I agree it will not be enough.”

Abba hesitated and then nodded. “We would not get much further today and can get more food tomorrow.”

Andrew the apostle led them to where the master sat with his other followers. Naftili handed the food to Jesus. But Jesus refused to take it and instead insisted that Philip and Andrew distribute it to the people “Master, this boy has offered to share his food. I am sure it is not enough for the crowd, but at least you may eat.”

Jesus looked at him. then the apostles. “No Andrew! Take the loaves and fishes and distribute them to the people. I will eat when they have all been fed.

“But Master there is not enough.”

“Just do as I asked.”

Andrew nodded and the other eleven stood and began to distribute the food.

Naftili knew the food would not feed this whole crowd and tried to object but the master just winked at him as the disciples passed out the food.

They never seemed to run out and soon all the people seemed to have something to eat and the men collected leftovers.

When they returned they were amazed along with Naftili that there had been more than enough. They carried with them several baskets with leftovers. Now Naftili knew he had to listen to this man Jesus for something miraculous had just happened when all had doubted there had been more than enough.

He and his father sat down with Jesus and the others and listened to Jesus speak. Even though they were the same scriptures the Rabbi read at temple, Jesus made them sound different and interpreted them different, they were so full of love and peace.

Soon it was night and Jesus and his disciples left to pray and make camp. The rest of the people, Naftili estimated at least 5 five thousand settled in small groups and built campfires to keep warm through the night. Abba was not sure what to do. Naftili could tell he had been impressed by Jesus and the things he said, but still did not feel comfortable staying here with so many Jews about. They got as far away as they could without actually leaving the hillside. when Philip came up to them. “The Master knows of your distress and has invited you to rest in our camp for the night. Then you can resume your journey in the morning.”

Abba accepted the invitation and soon Naftili and his father were settled with the twelve and Jesus. All were tired so there was little talking as each settled down to sleep.

Before he could close his eyes and escape to dreamland Jesus came over to the corner of the field where they had chosen to lie down.

He happily welcomed them and sat down for a moment to share about their experience of the day.

Soon Naftili could no longer keep his eyes open and Jesus sensing how tired he was said good night and went to his own sleeping pallet.

Naftili watched as he bypassed the pallet and went off by himself. I wonder what he is doing.

Abba overheard his whispers and answered. “My guess would be that he is praying. Something we should do, before sleeping.”

“Yes Abba.” The two said their night prayers and settled down for a night’s rest.

 

Dragon Knights: Resurrection

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10646699_710439319031614_7692693758538826121_nI am once again working on my Dragon Knights series. With the recent death of my father I have felt a renewed desire to work on the series.  My father had been curious about what I was writing and even loaned me a book to help with the writing of the series. So now I think I owe it to him and myself to finish the series no matter how long it takes. First drafts are completed for the first, and fourth books. The second book is my current work in progress. The third and possibly a fifth book are slated for writing at a later time.

Going forward I am going to be posting excerpts from the first and fourth book. The first book, working title Resurrection begins with the ministry of Christ and follows a Samaritan boy as he faces the consequences of his conversion to be a follower of Christ. It also follows his sister who is taken by a Roman Centurion and during her captivity becomes a follower of Christ. After her rescue she and her brother join up with the apostles and some dragons who are messengers of  God to spread His word and grow through the consequences of their life. Here is the opening scene:

The woman said to him, “Sir I can see that you are a prophet. Our ancestors worshipped on this mountain: you people say that the palace to worship is Jerusalem Jesus said to the beloved me woman the hour is coming when you will worship the father neither on this mountain nor in Jerusalem. Your people worship what you do not understand we worship what we understand because salvation is from the Jews. But the hour is coming and is now here when true worshippers will worship the father in spirit

A dark shadow covered the cloud sun as Naftili went to the well. He could not believe that mother was making him do this in the middle of the day when everyone else was in their cool houses avoiding the heat of the day.

As he neared the center of town where the well was he heard a commotion. Could the Romans have returned? They had just been through Sychar yesterday and disrupted the Sabbath. He heard loud voices and as he came around the corner beside the temple he saw a large crowd of people.

He breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that it wasn’t centurions, just townspeople. They all stood around the well and at the center one man with several more men and women standing behind him. In front of him that woman. Imma and Abba had told him to stay away from her. She was a bad woman, almost as bad as the Jews. The man was holding her hand, accepting a cup of water from her. Well he had just made a big mistake. The woman was unclean, now he would be unclean. He wondered why anyone would do that and risk the wrath of God. He has to get closed hear what the crowd was saying. They must be trying to warn him to get her out of town before she made anyone else unclean.

Naftilil went and stood behind the Rabbi Jacob. He could hear the strange, now unclean man speaking, but he was not condemning her. Instead he was forgiving and telling her not to sin anymore. And the people were not stoning the women or chasing the man out of town.
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In fact and Naftili thought it strange, but they were welcoming the strangers inviting them into their homes, offering him food. This made no sense. He needed to get home to tell Imma and Abba what happened. Would not mother be surprised. After the crowd left with the stranger and the woman Naftili filled his buckets and rushed home trying not to spill the water as he ran through the door to their small home.  Mother was by the fireplace preparing the noon meal when Naftili came through the door.

“Naftili, where have you been? I sent you for water over an hour ago.” Your father is anxious to eat and be on his way. Ever since your sister, Gavrielle was taken by the Romans there is more work for the rest of us and no time to dawdle. Now get cleaned up so we can eat.”

Naftili went back to the animal shelter and washed his face and hands. He thought about the man at the well and then he thought about his sister.  The memories of the previous month came flooding back. It had been tax collecting time and the Roman centurions decided to make sure that Rome received her due tribute or as Abba said to make sure the people were robbed properly.  Abba had been ill and not able to do the stone cutting he usually did to feed the family. The family consisted of Imma, Abba and sister /Gavrielle, until last month. The tax collectors did not care. All they worried about was getting their taxes, Roman taxes. If there was no money then they took anything they could. Livestock, foodstuffs, even people girls like Gavrielle.

Mother and Gavrielle had sewn some things to sell in there market, but it had not been enough. When the Romans came there had not been enough denarius to pay the taxes. That Roman centurion, Acanthus had decided that since they did not have enough money that something else needed to taken. All the sheep where in the high pasture and the milk cow along with her calf seemed a good alternative to the Romans but then Gavrielle had come out of the house. Acanthus saw her and how pretty she was. Somehow he seemed to recall right at that moment that he had a daughter who needed a companion, really a slave and decided to take his sister. Gavi tried to run back into the house, but the man rode his big horse right through Imma’s garden and to the front door. He picked Gavi up by her tunic and threw her on the back of his horse. Then just to make sure we got the message, when Imma screamed he reached down and smacked her across the face. Imma’s lip bled as the centurion rode through the garden, knocking over the fence and laughing.

Naftili had rushed out of his hiding place to try and stop them, but his father had grabbed his arm and pulled him back, forcing him to stand behind where he could not be seen. Then he just stood there and watched the Romans ride away with his sister crying on the back of the horse. He had felt so useless, so helpless.