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Chapter Twelve
Return
of the Romans
We began to worry when Papa and his friends hadn’t
returned from Cornelius’ headquarters.
It seemed obvious that they had camped overnight with the Romans, and
yet, previously, after inspecting the remains of Abbas’ band, it had been less
than a day’s journey back to town.
What was taking them so long?
The thought that they might have ran into trouble on the road began to
consume our thoughts as morning turned to noon. After leading Uriah and me into the carpenter shop, Jesus
gave us each clamps and little pots of glue and patiently instructed us in the
method of fastening legs to seats.
Uriah was quite messy at first, but, watching my careful hand, managed
to glue and clamp together his own stool.
Though bored with such work, I did my best to outshine my friend by
fastening legs to two stools, but Jesus had glued together four stools before I
was finished and was already assisting Simon with his work. While Mama kept the twins busy in the
house, James, Joseph, and Simon, as Uriah and I, were assigned tasks of a
descending order of difficulty.
James, who considered himself an apprentice carpenter by now, shaped
table legs with shaver and plain, while Joseph, still a trainee, sawed and
rough worked pieces, which Simon sanded and Uriah and I glued together with
supervision. During our daily
routine, we frequently glanced at the road. Mama stuck her head out the window at one point, her hand
shielding her eyes from the sun, hoping to glimpse Papa and his friends on
their mules, safe and sound. But
the sun sat high in the sky, the noonday meal must be prepared, and there was
no sign of Papa or his friends.
When Mama called us to lunch, our hearts were
heavy. The look on her haggard
face—a mixture of concern, exhaustion, and irritation that her husband was
dallying on the road—caused Jesus to embrace her and whisper into her fragile
ear “Don’t worry, Papa’s on his way.”
Having overheard this bit of prophecy, I brightened immediately yet
didn’t share my knowledge with my brothers and friend. Jesus had been the last one of us to
enter the house. Was this another
revelation or had he looked out from our front yard and seen travelers on the
road? Regardless of how he did it,
I was confident Papa would clamor into house within the next few moments.
When Mama suggested sullenly that Jesus give the
blessing for our food, Jesus stood up dramatically and asked, “Why not have
Papa give the blessing himself?”
“What’s he talking about now?” grumbled Joseph.
“Behold!” Jesus marched over to point out of the
kitchen window. “The Romans have returned!”
All of us managed to cram our heads into the kitchen
window and witness a grand parade.
At the head of a procession of legionnaires, riding with Longinus,
himself, were Papa, Ezra, and Odeh, grinning with embarrassment as townsfolk
looked on. Jesus was right—the
Romans were back! Unfortunately,
the clamoring of hoofs and bark of officers awakened, with alarm, our normally
sleepy town, stirring the natural distrust and dislike from Jews. Though many sound-minded citizens were
glad the Romans had returned, a procession of Syrian dancers, acrobats, and
jugglers would not have produced a more hostile reaction from some of the
Nazarenes who stood along the sides of the road.
“We don’t need Roman watch dogs again in our town,”
Aden, one of James’ estranged friends, shrieked.
“Let Jews govern themselves!” a more treasonous
response from Uriel, Joseph’s onetime friend, rang out.
Neither of these youths would have anything to do
with our family because of our heresies and collaboration with Rome. After their outbursts, as Longinus,
always vigilant, set his face into a frown and Papa, Ezra, and Odeh climbed
nervously off their mules, a spat of hoots and catcalls short and to the point
followed, causing many of the Roman legionnaires to shout angrily at the
ingrates. When the warning was
given by Regulus, one of the optios in charge, “Disperse, back away, so help
me, I’ll give you the flat of my swords,” a restless silence fell over the
hecklers, except one gravely voice, an old man just arriving on the scene.
“Murderers!” He cried. “You killed my brother
Ezekiel. Ezekiel wasn’t a
bandit. Why did you kill my
brother?”
“Uh oh,” Uriah pursed his lips.
“Who said that?” Longinus shouted, reigning in his
horse. “Bring me that man!”
“I remember hearing about that incident,” Jesus
murmured thoughtfully. “That’s old
Nathaniel. Ezekiel was in
the wrong place at the wrong time.
Those were troubling times.”
“You Roman pigs!” Uriel screamed in a strangled
voice. “You solve everything with a sword!”
Other idlers we had not heard from shouted their
protests. Aden, the first to heckle
the Romans, was also screaming “Pigs! Pigs! Pigs!” in mindless rage.
“James and Joseph,” Mama threatened, “I can see that
look on your faces. Don’t you dare
say one word. I forbid you
to run out there to be with your friends.”
“They’re not our friends anymore,” grumbled Joseph,
“but they’re right; the Romans are pigs and murderers!”
“We’re not stupid Mama,” confessed James. “Those
Romans are in no mood for protests.
I’m worried about Nathaniel and our onetime friends. I’m just glad Isaac and Jeroboam aren’t
in that group.”
Mama whispered praise to James for being
sensible. After Papa and his
friends dismounted, they stood by the gate looking on helplessly as Longinus
men scuffled with the old man and his supporters. At that point, Mama and Jesus left their perch and ran to
open the front door. In a most
menacing voice, strange to her delicate throat, she absolutely forbade the rest
of us from entering the yard.
Since Jesus was not much older than themselves, James and Joseph thought
this was unfair, but Simon, Uriah, and I were quite happy standing on the
sidelines as the Romans began busting the protestors’ heads.
Papa signaled ‘halt’ to his wife and oldest
son. Mama and Jesus paused in the
middle of the front yard, as he erupted in heated conversation with Regulus,
who stopped only inches from his face.
It was a heart-stopping interval, causing James, Joseph, Uriah, and I to
gasp aloud. We could see Jesus
restraining Mama as she wrung her hands.
I grew numb. The whole
world seemed to reel around me as I imagined Papa getting himself killed.
I could hear him yell “That wasn’t necessary,
Regulus. Those men didn’t have
weapons. Why did your men have to
rough them up?”
“Stand away Jew,” the optio blared, sticking out his
jaw. “We can’t allow insurrection to smolder in Nazareth. Your neighbors forgot we’re protecting
this town!”
Longinus shoved his way between the two combatants,
asking Papa to go into his house and ordering the onlookers to go home. Through the mulling bodies of townsfolk,
which included the parents of Aden and Uriel, I glimpsed legionnaires
surrounding the malcontents, their shields raised and swords drawn. Because I couldn’t see them, I assumed
that Aden, Uriel, and the old man had been beaten to the ground. Uriah, whom I discovered was
nearsighted, squinted his eyes fiercely.
In a constricted voice I explained to him what I saw. James and Joseph stood behind us,
gnashing their teeth, beside themselves with a feeling of helplessness and
rage. Simon had snuck out of the
house, ran around the back way, and was watching the commotion when the
altercation between Papa and Regulus began. We could see him in the shadows of the garden. Wide-eyed and mouth agape, he bolted up
and ran back into the house. Ezra
and Odeh must have slipped away during the commotion. Making scooting motions, Papa herded Mama and Jesus back
into the house. As soon as they
were safely inside, James slammed the door shut, bolted it then dashed over to
shut and lock the kitchen window too.
“That’s not necessary James,” Papa exhaled, sliding
onto the bench. “They’re not going
to attack our house. They just
wanted to scare us. Those foolish
boys got a few knocks on the head and Nathaniel got off with a bloody nose.”
“What happened Papa?” Joseph asked fearfully. “Why
did they do that? Weren’t they
supposed to hunt down the remnants of Abbas band? That was the reason you went to the Roman camp.”
“Oh, they’re going to look for the bandits,” Papa
said, stroking his beard. “Unfortunately, a few days before we visited the
Roman garrison, there was an uprising in Sepphoris because of Gratus’ harsh
hand. Longinus lost several men;
one of them was Regulus’ brother Aulus.
The Romans were going to return anyhow. Our visit just hastened matters along.”
“What about Priam and Falco?” I blurted excitedly.
“Did they kill them too?”
“No,”
Papa answered curtly, “those soldiers were stationed in Sepphoris where the
uprising began.”
“Dear me,” Mama cried, her hand flying to her mouth.
“Is Aunt Elizabeth all right?”
“They’re
not mad at Jews, Mary. They’re mad
at Romans.” Papa replied indulgently, patting her hand.
“Are
they going to stay after they find Adam and his friends?” Joseph probed
anxiously. “Will they be stationed in Nazareth again—watching our every move?”
“I
don’t know,” Papa replied testily, “and his name isn’t Adam; it’s Jesus Bar
Abbas. That’s what the Romans call
him. If they catch those men,
they’ll not wait to crucify them like those fools in Sepphoris” “Your friend is
lucky, Jude.” His dark eyes focused on me. “They’ll kill the bandits outright
when they’re caught. Longinus
won’t bother carting them back for trial.”
“Adam’s
still a child,” Mama clucked with disapproval.
“Hah!”
Papa exclaimed. “That child—the son of a bandit chief—robbed and killed
innocent travelers. The
crucifixions of his father’s men incited hotheads, like Aden and Uriel, to
attack Romans indiscriminately.
Thanks to children like Adam, there’s an angry bunch of Romans in
our town.”
“They
would have come anyhow to look for insurrectionists,” reasoned Jesus. “They
once came here looking for rebels after the rebellion. Let’s not forget the last time when
they came as protectors.”
“Yes,
but this is a small scale event,” snorted Papa, “—more like a tantrum.” “Not over important matters such taxes
like in Judah’s rebellion,” he added with disgust. “Their protests over Rome’s
unscheduled inspections of their town was a ridiculous pretense. The real issue was those brutal
executions by the roadside.
Longinus told me that the city fathers of Sepphoris, like Nazareth, have
been complaining because they’re no longer protected full time by Rome. How ironic! What a waste of good Jewish lives!”
“We
are an impatient, unruly people,” Jesus muttered to himself.
One
day Paul would utter a similar complaint after being roughed up by
self-righteous Jews. No one could
disagree with Jesus’ statement. It
was, as my Roman friends would say, res ipsa (it goes without saying). As though a shadow fell over my
brother, he sighed deeply, his eyes closing tightly as if he were in deep
thought, and he prayed silently to himself. As every other bad thing in life, Jesus took this
personally. Already, though I
couldn’t yet put into words then, he took upon the sorrows of the word. At times such as this, I wondered if,
in spite of his divinity, he might be possessed—perhaps by an angel, in place
of a demon. (Now there’s a
thought!) Feeling great fondness
for my oldest brother I sat down beside him, listening to an argument break out
between Papa and Joseph and James.
Worded differently, perhaps, it struck me that Papa
said the same thing as Jesus.
Slamming the table with his fist, he growled, “When will our stiff
necked people learn that this isn’t the time to rise up against our
oppressors? That moment will
arrive with the coming of the Messiah.
It’s pure madness for club wielding Jews to attack heavily armored,
mounted Roman soldiers. If Aden,
Uriel, and Nathaniel had so much as rake in their hands, they’d be killed on
the spot!”
“They
didn’t deserve to be roughed up like that,” protested James.
“Why
did the Romans seize them?” objected Joseph. “Why didn’t they let them go
home?”
“They’re
lucky.” Papa wrung his finger. “Longinus just wants to frighten them. He’ll let them go when they apologize
for calling his men pigs. They
weren’t the only ones heckling the soldiers. They’re the only ones that got caught.”
“When
will the Messiah come?” I whispered to Jesus.
“At
the river,” he murmured dreamily, “when the prophet calls.”
What
nonsense, I thought smiling tolerantly at him. One day I would understand his prediction. James and Joseph hadn’t heard Jesus
enigmatic answer, but they found Papa’s words unjust and sat grumbling to
themselves.
“Aden
and Uriel’s parents lost relatives in the rebellion,” argued Joseph. “Nathaniel
lost his brother to those Roman pigs.”
James
winced at his brother’s disrespect.
Papa rebuked him for attacking the people who protected our family and
town in the past. “Would you bite
the hand that feeds you? Though
their ways seem stern, so was the Israelite Joshua against the Canaanites, who
slaughtered women and children along with men to fulfill God’s purpose, as did
King David against his enemies, many of whom were innocent victims of his greed
and lust. God allows the good to
perish with the wicked. Sometimes,
to protect us, he even makes our one-time enemies our friends.”
“You
are saying that God is unjust?” Joseph looked at him in disbelief. “King David
was punished, was he not? The Canaanites
worshipped false gods and deserved to be destroyed.”
“Wrong
on both accounts,” Papa smiled slyly. “If you’d read your scriptures, you’d
know that King David punished himself when he did evil deeds, by throwing ashes
on his head and praying. Some
punishment! If any other man had
committed even a smidgen of David’s offenses, they would have been put to
death, and yet God personally struck men dead in the Torah for much lesser
crimes.” “God’s ways are mysterious,” he reminded him. “Otherwise how can you
explain God allowing Joshua to slaughter innocent citizens? Life is harsh, Joseph. The Lord’s
methods are severe. Our
stiff-necked people failed to heed the prophets, so the Lord sent foreign
armies to punish, disperse, and turn us into slaves. With a Persian King, we were set free, so that we could one
day be ruled by Greeks and then Romans, who, until our own kings proved
incapable of doing so, allowed us self-rule. The Romans have proven to be the most tolerant of our
masters. Unlike the Babylonians
and Greeks and like the Persians they at least respect our religion. Many Jews have become prosperous and
famous citizens of Rome. With the
exception of Galilee, which is filled with highwaymen and rebels, a traveler
can go almost anywhere in the empire and be safe.” “Look at your oldest brother and his friend Joseph of
Arimathea.” He pointed to Jesus. “Except for the storms God quelled, not once
did he write to tell us of dangers on the road or at sea. Yet look at what trouble your friends
are brewing up in our own town.” “You will have nothing more to do with those
troublemakers, Aden and Uriel.” He
made a sweeping gesture. “I forbid you to see them or invite them to our
house!”
“Aden
and Uriel already shun our house,” Joseph scowled. “Thanks to the Romans and
our many heresies, we don’t have many friends.”
“Then
you should’ve made more friends,” Papa counseled sternly, “ones who
accept you for yourselves, not the fair-weather sort who fill your head with
foolish, dangerous thoughts.”
“I
still can’t believe they called the soldiers pigs,” remarked James. “I’m just
thankful they’re still alive.”
“Until
you met boys like that, you and Joseph never spoke rebellion in our house.”
Mama reached out and gripped his wrist. “I agree with Papa. We must not question the Lord’s
will. The Romans have protected us
against our enemies as surely as the shepherd watches over his flock. Because of the Lord’s will, four
hundred innocent children were killed by Herod just to save our son. Unlike Herod, Rome ruled us then and
now with a firm, yet just hand.
How long we shall be ruled I don’t know, but I believe that they’ve
protected our family and town because of our son. No Roman ruler could be as wicked as some of our kings. Most of them are but simple men.”
“What
if Aden, Uriel, and Nathaniel had been killed today,” Joseph persisted
stubbornly. “Would you say that then?”
“What
if! What if!” Papa waved dismissively. “It didn’t happen, Joseph. The important thing for you to remember
is what the Romans could’ve done.
They could’ve beaten those fools severely or even killed them, as they
did in Sepphoris after being attacked.” “In this house,” he cried shaking his
fist, “we keep our heads and rely on wisdom through prayer, not loose words.”
“Rebelling against Rome is rebelling against God!” I
exclaimed, jumping to my feet.
Somewhat startled, Papa and Mama laughed softly at
my outburst. Though James had a
blank, confused expression and Joseph frowned severely, Jesus gave me a hug, an
inspired look growing on his face.
Uriah looked at me proudly and Simon nodded his approval with sleepy,
half-shut eyes. Only Joseph,
Mama’s troubled son, sat in dark gloom over what happened today.
I was glad the Romans were back. In spite of the problems it created in our house and town, I hoped that they would stay. I was not completely sure about James approval of them now, but it seemed as if most of our family agreed with what Papa had said. There was really no way of knowing how many thieves and murderers were out there in Galilee during these troubled times. I just hoped Adam was wise enough not to come back looking for more gold.