“She may walk again,” he said, simply, and the girl’s eyes fluttered and opened. She did not smile; her expression was one of need––of desperation.
“Her lifeblood is now a part of me,” the temptress spoke, each word catching at her heart. “She will hunger as I. You know this is true, why do you raise her to such torment?”
“I am the way, the truth, and the light,” he said, slowly turning to the door. “Even in her torment, she is forgiven. For every such horror unleashed upon my father’s children, I shall exact threefold payment on the day of reckoning.”
“And I,” she breathed, fearing the answer to come, “am I forgiven, then?”
Staring deeply within her eyes, Jesus communed with her heart. Since the days when she had walked freely upon the roads of Heaven, she had felt nothing like it. His purity surrounded her, probed her, and then was gone.
“I shall call you Mary,” he spoke. “Go with open heart, for we shall meet again.” He turned then, leaving the room with the girl at his side, returning to the disciples and those who waited. Mary, for she gladly accepted the name, departed the window and walked through the crowd, going again into the desert to be alone. Only Judas, who had seen her at the window and noted her odd, exceptional beauty, appreciated her passing, and he was too much in awe at the miracle of the dead girl walking to dwell upon it.
* * *
Judas 10:31
A woman was seen to pass the window frame and to speak. Taking the girl by the hand, Jesus led her outside, and she lived, though no spark remained to her eyes––except that of hunger––and her pallor was that of death. All stood in awe, and the news spread rapidly throughout the land. Ignoring her father and those about her, the girl walked into the desert and was seen no more.
* * *
Judas 13:9
When Jesus heard of the beheading of John the Baptist, he withdrew to a solitary place by boat. Hearing this, a great crowd gathered and awaited his arrival, traveling there on foot. Seeing them, Jesus had compassion on them and healed their sick.
As darkness began to fall, the disciples came to him saying, “This is a remote place, and the hour is already late. Send the crowds away so that they can go the villages and buy something to eat.”
Jesus replied, “There is no need for them to go away. We will give them something to eat.”
“We have only five loaves of bread and two fish,” they replied.
“Bring them to me,” he said. Jesus directed the people to sit in the grass, and breaking the loaves, raised his eyes to the heavens and gave thanks. Then he gave them to his disciples, who gave them to the people. They all ate, and were satisfied, and the disciples collected twelve basketfuls of pieces that were left over. Those that were fed numbered about five thousand men, besides women and children. Immediately after, Jesus made the disciples get into the boat and go ahead of him to the other side, while he dismissed the crowd. After the people had departed, one woman remained, Mary of Magdalene, and they spoke at length.
* * *
As the crowds dispersed, Mary moved slowly forward, watching first from afar for any sign that she was not wanted. She had remained in the desert as long as her will could stand. Again the hunger was upon her. She stood, wavering, and watched as the son of Man bid farewell to his people. Her heart calmed somewhat, being close to him, but the aching need did not diminish. Slowly, he turned, seeing her as if from far away, and he came to stand by her side, watching as the last of the crowds disappeared into the distance.
“They have beheaded John,” he said slowly, ignoring the plea in her eyes, “Truly these are evil times. Your master has sown well.”
“What is death,” she asked, eyes wide, “to one who serves you? It is the victory in the greatest of battles. I wish death would come to me in such service … I hunger again.”
With a great sadness in his eyes, he put his hands upon her shoulders. “You suffer because of me, as did John, and I feel your pain. The time is not yet upon us when I can offer you peace. You must follow, remaining close to my side, for I say unto you, the Son of Man is not like other men. You may feed upon me, for I shall not die.”
Feeling the depth of the emotion in his words, and seeing the tears as they began streaming from his eyes, Mary turned and fled. He did not know, could not know, what might befall him if he offered her salvation. As one of the fallen, she knew only too well the fire of his father’s wrath. She ran through the desert and into the villages, running until she could no longer concentrate her will upon flight––until the hunger overwhelmed her. Creeping through the shadows, she tried to rest, but inside her mind, Lucifer laughed, saying, “Mary, time to feed. The hunger will return you to me. It is greater than you, or he can conceive. It is my hunger, and I will feast.”
* * *
Jesus climbed the mountain, sore of heart. She drew him, even then, and the weight of John’s loss was heavy on his human heart. Stones cut his fingers and feet as he climbed, and the wind chilled him, but he ignored it all. He ascended to the uppermost ledge that he could reach and knelt upon the cold, dusty stone.
“Forgive me, father,” he prayed, “but I have no answer for this one, now named Mary, and she is sorely beset. Your enemy controls her, but her heart is pure. Give me the strength, lead my steps, for I love her, and I would not see her, or any other, suffer.”
Thunder echoed from the hills, lightning flashed, and still he prayed. No space remained in his father’s heart for those cast out, no redemption was theirs. Jesus knew, and yet he prayed, for his heart was pure, and he bore no grudge against any who would be saved, no matter their sin. No answers were forthcoming, and he was forced to rise, finally, descending the mountain with heavy heart.
On the horizon, far from shore, he saw the boat with his disciples, his children. He stepped onto the surface of the water, walking slowly after the retreating sails, as waves slapped his legs and stung his cuts with their chill caress.
* * *
Judas 13:29
During the fourth watch of the night, Jesus came to the boat, walking upon the lake. Seeing this, the disciples were terrified. “It is a ghost,” they said, crying out in fear.
But Jesus said to them, “Take courage, it is I! Do not be afraid.”
“Lord,” cried Peter, “If it is you, tell me to come to you on the water.”
“Come,” he said.
Then Peter left the boat, walking on the water toward Jesus. Seeing the wind and the splashing of the waves, he became frightened, and began to sink. Crying out, he said, “Lord, save me!”
Jesus reached out his hand, pulling him from the waves, and said, “Oh, you of little faith, why did you doubt?” And when they climbed into the boat the wind died down. Then those who were in the boat worshipped him, saying, “Truly you are the son of God.”
Then Judas, still confused over the woman, Mary, asked, “Lord, why do you consort with a woman plagued by demons? Shall you not cleanse the world of darkness?”
Jesus looked at him and spoke a parable: “If you take a candle and light it in the darkness, it can be seen for many miles. Light the same candle in the sun’s rays, and it pales to nothing. I am sent to show the path to my father’s lost sheep. She is among them. I say to you, only in the last days shall evil and darkness be washed away, for in their very darkness, they glorify the light of the heavens.”
So saying, he fell silent, and spoke to no man as long as they were upon the boat.
* * *
Judas 15:20
Eight days after saying this, Jesus took Peter, John, and James with him, and went onto a mountain to pray. As he prayed, the appearance of his face changed and his clothing became bright, like a flash of lightning. Two men, Elijah and Moses, appeared in glorious splendor, talking with Jesus. They spoke of his departure, which he was about to bring to fulfillment in Jerusalem. They spoke as well of the temptress, Mary, whose soul Jesus would save. There were looks of sadness on the faces of his companions, then, for they k
new the father’s heart was hardened to the fallen, and they feared now for his son. They had no answer for him, though they bid him not to fear. Peter and his companions were very sleepy, but when they became fully awake, they saw his glory, and the two men standing with him.
As the men were leaving Jesus, Peter said, “Lord, it is good for us to be here. Let us put up three shelters, one for you, one for Moses, and one for Elijah.” (He knew not what he said) While he spoke, a cloud appeared, enveloping them all, and they were afraid.
A voice came from the cloud, saying, “This is my son, whom I have chosen. Heed his words.” When the voice had spoken, the cloud dispersed, and they were alone with Jesus, who had tears in his eyes.
The apostles decided to keep this to themselves, and told no one what they had seen, or heard, at that time.
* * *
Judas 17:1
A man named Lazarus was sick. He was from Bethany, the village of Mary and her sister Martha. This Mary, whose brother Lazarus now lay sick, was the same who had poured perfume on the Lord and washed his feet with her hair. The sisters sent word to Jesus saying, “Lord, one you love is dying.”
“This sickness shall not end in death,” Jesus said. “No, it is for God’s glory, so that God’s son may be glorified by it.” Jesus loved Mary, Martha, and Lazarus, yet upon hearing the nature of the illness; he waited two days before going to them. There were reports that Lazarus bore strange punctures on his throat, and his pallor was deathly and pale. Then he said to his disciples, “Let us go back to Judea.”
“But Rabbi,” they said, “a short while ago the Jews tried to stone you, and yet you are going back there?”
“There are twelve hours of daylight,” Jesus answered, “a man who walks by daylight will not stumble, for he sees by this world’s light. It is when he walks by night that he stumbles, for he has no light.”
After saying this, he went on to explain. “Our friend Lazarus has fallen asleep, I go to awaken him.”
His disciples replied, “Lord, if he sleeps, he will get better.”
Jesus spoke of death, but they did not understand. Then he said plainly, “Lazarus is dead, and for your sake, I am glad I was not there, so that your faith may grow. Let us go to him, for the darkness from which he must awaken is of my own creation, and there is another there whom I seek.”
Then Thomas said, “Come, let us follow that we may die with him.”
* * *
When the word of Jesus’ return reached the sisters, Martha hurried out to meet him. Mary, deep in mourning, would not leave the house. She babbled of dark, shadowed women, and blood, and many feared she was either mad, or possessed of demons.
“Lord,” Martha pleaded, as she arrived at his side, “If you had been here, I know my brother would not have died. Even now, I know, whatever you ask, God shall give it to you.” Jesus saddened, doubting this in his heart, but he answered, “Your brother shall rise again.”
Martha answered, “I know he will rise in the last days, at the resurrection.”
Jesus said to her, “I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in me will live, even though he dies. Whoever lives and believes in me will never die. Do you believe this?”
“Yes Lord,” she replied, falling to her knees and brushing his legs with her hair, eyes wide. “I believe you are The Christ, son of God, who has come to the earth as a man.”
“Where is your sister, Mary?” He asked.
“I will send her to you, Lord,” Martha answered, rising. “She is mad with grief, speaking of demons and shadows and afraid to walk, even in daylight.”
“I shall comfort her,” he said, seating himself on a stone to wait. “Send her to me.”
Martha rushed back to her sister’s side with Jesus’ message, hope blooming in her heart. She had lost her brother already. She did not wish to lose Mary as well.
When Mary heard that Jesus had come, she rose, as though frightened, and ran from the house, much to Martha’s shock. Several of the others there, believing Mary was going to Lazarus’s tomb to mourn, followed a short distance behind.
Mary’s breath came in short gasps, and the sharp stones of the road cut into her feet as she ran. Every three or four paces she looked over her shoulder, eyes wide with fear, searching the pockets of shadow surrounding the trail. Her heart pounded wildly beneath her breast, threatening to burst from her skin. Stumbling into the grouped disciples, she staggered to Jesus, falling to the ground at his feet, sobbing.
Reaching down, Jesus took her by the hands and raised her to face him. “What is wrong, Mary?” He asked, searching her tear-stained face. Her entire body trembled like that of a frightened colt, ready to bolt and run.
“Lord,” she choked out, dragging huge gulps of air into her lungs, “Lord, my brother has been killed by a demon!”
Jesus showed no doubt, only asked what she meant, and she answered, “She came in the night. I saw her twice, a woman wearing only a cloak of shadows. She drank of his blood, Lord, leaving him weaker with each visit. She had fangs. Lord, I am frightened for my brother’s soul!”
“Take me to where you have laid him,” Jesus said, “and fear not.”
When they reached the place, a cave which had been sealed by the placement of a very large stone, Jesus looked upon it and wept. The people who had followed Mary in her flight saw this and said, “See how Jesus loved him?”
But Jesus cried only a little for Lazarus. His heart was heavy with the knowledge of who was responsible, with the weight of another soul. The face of the temptress, Mary, haunted his thoughts, her fate haunted his tears. He turned to Mary, Lazarus’s sister. “Have them remove the stone, daughter,” he said.
“But Lord,” she protested, eyes wide, “it has been four days! Already the smell of rot will be upon him … why must we do this?”
And Jesus, weary of heart, replied, “Did I not tell you that, if you believed, you would witness my father’s glory? Open the tomb.”
* * *
Judas 18:39
So they took away the stone. Then Jesus looked up and said, “Father, in all things you hear me. I say this not for myself, but for those standing here, that they may believe you have sent me.”
When he had said this, Jesus called out in a loud voice, “Lazarus, come forth.” The dead man came out, his hands and feet wrapped in strips of linen, and a cloth binding his face.
Jesus said, “Take off the grave clothes, and let him go.”
* * *
And Lazarus, staggering in the sunlight, came forth from his tomb. The wind billowed his stringy hair about his head, and his eyes glowed with the light of hunger. Facing Jesus, he removed the shroud from his face, revealing the white, pale skin beneath. When he smiled, all present shuddered and backed away. His teeth, glistening in the light, were pointed, like those of a serpent. “Son of man,” he called, “you have granted me that I may walk again, though the price is great. Why must I suffer so?”
And Jesus, speaking slowly and clearly, answered. “When the last days come, your soul shall be remembered. Know that I am with you, go in peace.”
“I will go, but in hunger, not peace,” the dead man snarled, glaring about at those assembled in hatred. Then there was a flash of mist, pungent with the cloying scent of open graves and death, and when it cleared, Lazarus was gone. Only the empty tomb remained.
Jesus, weeping openly again, pulled the sisters, Martha and Mary, to his side and comforted them, wiping the fear from their hearts with his touch. Gesturing to his disciples, he bid them to stay with the crowd, and he went off after Lazarus. He found the dead man in the shadows of an old well. “Lazarus,” he called out, “come to me!”
Unable to resist, the dead man complied. “What now, Son of Man,” he called out in fear. “Have you come to kill the evil you have created, now that they have seen? Was it only a show for their benefit, the casting aside of my soul?”
The words cut deeply, and Jesus’ voice trembled as he answered. He knew tha
t what he was about to do was not a part of his father’s plan. He could not help his heart, though, and was unable to witness Lazarus’s suffering.
“Come to me, Lazarus,” he said, tilting his head to one side, “for I have promised that you will live, and I know of your hunger and she who brought it upon you. Feed you from the blood of the Son of Man, and be renewed. Fear not, I shall not die, for it is not yet my time.”
Lazarus gazed in wonder, backing away at first, but the temptation to sate his need was too great, and the power of Jesus’ voice compelled him. Drawing near, he leapt wildly, sinking his fangs deeply into flesh and causing Jesus to stagger, moaning from the pain. Despite the agony, Jesus stood quietly, and moments later, Lazarus stopped, stumbling backward to collapse on the sand.
Recovering quickly, and causing his own wounds to heal, Jesus gathered Lazarus into his arms and returned the way he had come. The man he carried, no longer pale, breathed easily. Lazarus lived, though the spark in Jesus’ eyes was a bit dimmer, and his steps slightly uneven. Delivering Lazarus to his sisters, he said, “Take him home, for he must rest. I have cast forth his demon, and he is whole. Now I, too, must rest.”
Seeing that Lazarus’ teeth were those of a normal man, and that he slept peacefully, the crowd murmured in wonder, and rushed to spread the news of what he had done.
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