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Chapter
Thirty-Eight
The
Return of Uriah
Uriah, an old, true friend,
arrived in Nazareth with his wife to take up residence with Joachim, his
father, who had once been the rabbi of our town. They would have slipped into Nazareth almost unnoticed if
Noah, Joachim’s neighbor, hadn’t noticed them enter the rabbi’s house. Joachim, a recluse, was rarely seen,
except the fleeting times he strolled in the garden in his backyard. He still had a few friends and made
peace with some of the elders of the town, including Aaron, the new rabbi, but
kept to himself, tending his garden.
When Noah told Esau, a town busybody, about Joachim’s visitors, Esau
paid a visit to the rabbi’s house, himself. Shocked by his discovery, he ran down the street to alert
the town. Fortunately for Joachim and
his guests, the first person spotted in the distance was Jesus, who happened to
be strolling arm-in-arm with Mama in the front yard. Drawn by the commotion, James, Joseph, Simon, and I left the
shop as Esau arrived panting and out of breath.
“Uriah’s home,” he shouted
through cupped hands. “He has a wife now.
You won’t believe what I found!”
Jesus waved his hands
irritably as he arrived panting and out of breath. “Esau,” he cried, “shut up,
and come into the house!”
As he followed us through
the door, I was excited about the news, wondering why Uriah had not visited us
first. “What,” I muttered to
Simon, “could Esau have discovered at Joachim’s house?” After Papa thrashed Joachim for
besmirching Jesus’ good name, members of Joseph’s family were not welcome in
the rabbi’s home. Though Papa
expressed his regrets, he hadn’t once apologized for his behavior, and yet,
according to rumors, Joachim was contrite with everyone else.
“Well?” Mama forced a smile.
“Speak up, Esau. Why’s Uriah
avoiding us?”
“Begging your pardon Mary.”
Esau dropped his eyes. “Uriah wishes to come, but he’s ill. He doesn’t want Jude and his onetime
family to see him this way.
Between him and his father Joachim, Uriah’s poor wife Veronica has her
hands full.”
“Sick? Are you certain?” I sputtered. “Joachim, not Uriah, was
the one who is sick?”
Esau shrugged. He was, it was obvious, holding back
the truth. “Years ago,” he seemed to ramble, “Joachim had a stroke. He regained his bodily health but
remained addled, until he made his peace with God, “now this,” he sighed
deeply. “…The poor man!”
“Yes, yes,” Mama waved dismissively, “we all know how poor
Joachim is. We heard he made his
peace with Joseph, too, but he never told us. What is wrong with Uriah, Esau? What did he look like?
Was he on his feet?”
Esau came right out with
it. Tears gathered in his small,
furtive eyes. “Uriah thinks he has leprosy,” he exclaimed. “After the townsfolk hear about this,
they’ll burn down Joachim’s house!”
“Dear Lord,” James shook his
head, “Uriah’s a leper!”
“Leprosy?” Papa yelled from
the other room. “Did someone say leprosy?”
“It’s all right, my dear,”
Mama called, “I’m looking into this.
I’ll be there in a moment.”
“Abraham’s Ghost!” Joseph
groaned. “Why did he come back?
Why didn’t he stay in Jerusalem?
We’re all doomed!
Uriah has brought death to our town!”
“I-I can’t believe this,” I
clasped my forehead. “Uriah with leprosy.
Please say it’s not true!”
“Yes, it’s true.” Esau
looked at me miserably. “Your friend returned like a curse! Uriah belongs in the Valley of Lepers,
not here in Nazareth. That moron, that
selfish fool—he’ll taint us all!”
Abigail and Martha were
weeping softly to themselves.
Simon stood in the background wide-eyed with terror. Esau mumbled something under his
breath, probably a prayer. He then
whispered hoarsely, “I’ve got to warn the town. I must spread the word!” In near hysteria because of our dilemma, he turned and
headed for the door, until Mama grabbed his sleeve.
“Stop him, Jesus!” she
screamed.
“Lemme go,” he implored, “I
have to tell them.”
“Wait, you fool.” Jesus
gripped his wrist. “You’re not going anywhere! You mustn’t go spreading that rumor. It’ll be the end of Joachim and his
son.” “Please sit down, Esau.
Martha, get him some punch.”
“No-no, I need to see Aaron,
the rabbi,” he muttered fearfully.
The counsel must convene.”
“Stay—sit down!” Jesus led
him to a stool.
Mama was suddenly calm and
had that look on her face.
“Humph,” she pursed her
lips. “What did he look like when you saw him? Are they certain it’s leprosy? There are many maladies that resemble this disease.”
“He had purple splotches all
over his face and hands.” Nathan shuddered. “He was an absolute horror when I
looked in!”
“Did he actually say ‘I have
leprosy’?” I felt a surge of hope.
Esau shook his head. “No,
his father said it.”
“But Joachim’s not right in
the head.” I frowned. “You took the word of a lunatic?”
Jesus placed a restraining
hand on Esau’s shoulder to prevent him from bolting toward the door. Mama sat at the table in deep thought a
moment, gazed out the window a moment in meditation, then sprang up suddenly
and slapped her knee.
“Ah hah,” she cried, “it’s
not leprosy. Lepers don’t have
purple spots, but there are maladies that do. I shall come at once.” “You shall come with me Esau.” She snapped
her fingers.”
“You shall do no such
thing!” Papa appeared, painting and apoplectic at his door. “Boys—stop
her. Uriah should know if he has
leprosy or not. You mustn’t go
into that house!”
“Jesus, watch Esau. James and Simon,” she directed, “take
your father’s arms. Joseph, your
heart is weak. You must lie down.”
“Mama’s right,” Jesus said
thoughtfully to Esau. “Uriah has been staying with relatives in Jerusalem. Where could he have caught such a
thing? He probably has a common
skin disease. Many poor men and
women with rashes and spots have been cast out only to die of hunger and
despair. Uriah’s very sick. Let us pray that it’s not serious.”
“How can they so sure?” Esau
asked as we walked out the door.
“Because,” I piped, “Mama’s
a healer, and Jesus knows everything!”
******
Papa had been so agitated
Mama gave him a potion so he might sleep.
Martha and Abigail would watch over him while we were gone, but we left
the house with great misgivings.
According to Samuel’s physician, Papa needed absolute bed rest. His heart couldn’t take much more
strain. Despite our concern, Mama
had no choice. Uriah needed her
help. More importantly, Esau must
understand that he didn’t have leprosy.
If the townsfolk found about this, they might set fire to Joachim’s
house. They would certainly drive
Uriah and his wife out of town.
Her mission was therefore not merely to care for our friend; it was to
prevent frightened townsfolk from doing a terrible thing.
On the way to the rabbi’s
home, Esau was under guard, virtually our prisoner. Old Ethan, in crotchety movements, ambled toward us,
glancing suspiciously at each one of us.
As we approached our destination, Noah looked out from his front yard
and hailed his friend. Soon gossip
would spread that something wasn’t right at the old rabbi’s house. The question was, I thought, my heart
hammering in my chest, what was wrong with Uriah? Was Mama and Jesus correct: Was it just a skin disease or
other malady? What if they were
wrong? What if it was
leprosy?”
When we arrived in front of
Joachim’s house, Jesus knocked gently on the rabbi’s door. For several moments we waited for a
response. We felt self-conscious
standing out in the open in plain sight of Joachim’s neighbors. Someone whispered hoarsely and
unintelligibly inside the house through a crack in the door, the sort of sound
a leper might make when trying to talk.
Of course, I dare not share this information which I learned from my
Gentile friends. The thought made
want to flee from the scene.
James, Joseph, and Simon were already looking fondly in the direction of
our home. Esau, under the guard of
my brothers, was frozen in terror.
Meanwhile, as a crowd gathered near Joachim’s house, Jesus impatiently
hammered on the door. Our fears
mounted that moment. Noah remained
in front of his house, his arms folded, nodding politely as he chatted with
Gideon, the chief gossipmonger and three other men. Soon more townsmen, who got wind of our visit to Nazareth’s
hermit, gathered by the roadside gawking at our family, Ethan, standing amongst
them, raising his gnarled cane to punctuate his remarks,
Giving us some comfort, as
they stood among these idlers, with looks of concern more than suspicion, were
representatives of our family’s friends: Habakkuk, Ebenezer, and Nathaniel.
Esau looked as if he might call out to them, until I
doubled up my fist in front of his face.
“Not
one word Esau,” I whispered threateningly. “You heard what they said!”
“Stop
looking so frightened,” Mama scolded, pointing at the onlookers. “They’re
picking up on that!”
When the door finally
opened, she insisted that only Jesus and she enter the house. This was quite all right with James,
Joseph, Simon, and Esau, but I felt duty bound to greet my old friend.
“No, Jude.” Jesus placed his
hand on my head. “We shall go in first.
The neighbors are watching.
They’re suspicious of our visit.
All of you go into Joachim’s back yard. You can see Uriah and meet his wife later after we find out
what’s wrong.”
“What if you and Mama catch
something?” Joseph asked in trembling voice.
“Don’t
worry,” Jesus reassured him, as they entered the house. “Uriah doesn’t have
leprosy. It’s important that Mama
help Uriah and, for Joachim and his sake, squelch rumors in our town.”
“How
can you be so sure? James called
after him.
“Because
he’s Jesus,” I said, looking over my shoulder. “Right Simon?”
“Right!”
Simon nodded bravely.
******
As
we waited in the backyard, we could hear townsfolk, even a few women now,
talking excitedly in front of Joachim’s house. Because of the many fruit trees and tall bushes in the
rabbi’s backyard, we were safely hidden from view. What struck us all as significant was how well tended
Joachim’s garden was. For someone
we thought was deranged, it contained many different kinds of vegetables and
herbs growing neatly in rows—nothing one would expect in a crazy man’s
yard.
When the back door finally
opened, we ran up to Jesus as his head popped out.
“What is it? What is it?” James cried frantically.
“Calm down.” Jesus sighed
wearily. “It’s not leprosy. It’s
something else.”
“Thank the Most High,” I
held my hands prayerfully.
“Little brother,” Jesus
cautioned. “It’s not natural to have purples spots. Mama thinks it might be something he ate. I have a feeling that it’s more than
that.”
“How serious?” Joseph seemed
concerned.
“It’s serious.” Jesus
emerged from the house and looked around the group. “It’s Uriah’s blood. While you men hid in the garden,
Veronica ran to fetch Samuel’s physician.
When he has examined Uriah, he will be able to tell us more.” “For now,”
he said, looking squarely Esau, “you must go tell those people that Uriah
doesn’t have leprosy. Ira, the
physician, will have more information, but for now please make this plain to
them.”
Noticeably relieved, Esau
bobbed his head obediently, opened the backyard gate and went out to the crowd.
“Can I see my friend?” I
looked at him hopefully.
Jesus spoke to all four of
us then. “Uriah’s very sick. He’s lying on his pallet. Wait until the physician leaves. Uriah feels self-consciousness about his
appearance and isn’t thinking clearly.
We need to have Ira’s judgment before you walk home.”
“Phew-w-w,” James exclaimed,
wiping his brow, “he doesn’t have leprosy. That’s a relief.”
“Yes, nothing’s worse than
being a leper.” Joseph nodded in agreement.
“Well, I have to make
water,” piped Simon. “I can’t wait very long.”
Picking a likely plum from a
low-hanging limb, I munched on it abstractedly, wondering what was wrong with
Uriah’s blood. It sounded serious,
but it was much better than being a leper. It seemed incredible that Uriah had a wife. He was much too young to be
married. In a more relaxed mood
now, James and Joseph irreverently discussed my portly friend. Joseph thought Veronica must very ugly,
and James thought she must be with child. There had to reason why someone would wed someone like Uriah.
“What if they’re in love?” I
came to his defense. “Uriah’s very smart.
There’s more to a person than his appearance. I’m happy for Uriah.
With a family like his, he deserves a chance!”
“Yes, indeed,” James said
obligingly. “Let’s hope he’s all right.”
“Hah! What could it be?” Joseph tried making
light of it. “It’s probably something he ate.”
James
laughed nervously at his jest. I
sighed deeply. “Jesus made it
sound serious,” I reminded them. “Uriah’s really sick. Leprosy is the not the only thing the
townsfolk are worried about. I
just hope Esau can convince the it’s not the plague.”
“Whoever heard of such a
thing?” James shook his head. “I remember him being stung by a scorpion and almost
dying. Leave it to poor Uriah to
have purple spots!”
“I
can’t wait,” Simon declared, withdrawing into the garden, “I gotta make
water!”
As we lingered in the
garden, I mentally inventoried Joachim’s plants, impressed with the sheer
variety of the vegetables and herbs.
For several moments, I listened to James and Joseph whisper back and
forth. At one point, after
watching Simon relieve himself in the corner of Joachim’s backyard, I found a
tall bush and made water myself.
James and Joseph also took pleasure in sprinkling Joachim’s plants. I couldn’t blame them. Joachim had been our enemy. It was true that we had once suffered
greatly because of his machinations, but it seemed to me that anyone who could
create such a garden couldn’t be all bad.
Finally, the back door
opened, and Ira, Samuel’s new physician, emerged with a grave expression on his
face. My heart sank as he focused
upon me.
“Uriah’s quite ill,” he
announced solemnly.
“Well duh,” Joseph whispered
to James, “we knew that.”
Ira frowned at him. “I saw this malady before. It may run its course after much rest,
but for the time being Uriah’s spots mark him out in many folks mind as a
leper. I spoke briefly to several
of the elders. They trusted
Samuel’s old physician, but Samuel’s favoritism toward your family make them
suspicious. One of you should have
brought me to Joachim’s house discreetly.
I told Jesus and your mother this.
Your family shouldn’t have made a spectacle of yourselves. The elders want to see Uriah for themselves.”
“Camel dung!” Joseph cried.
“This is nonsense!” James
stuck out his jaw.
“So what do we do now?” I shook my head in dismay.
“I don’t know about you
men,” Simon declared, “but I’m going home!”
Jesus and Mama emerged on
the porch at that point, greatly troubled. Ira bowed graciously when Jesus held out a handful of coins
but refused his fee.
He
placed his hand on Jesus’ shoulder. “I’ve done nothing but give you bad news,”
he uttered glumly. “The potion will calm him down and make him sleep. Without any more symptoms than purple
spots, all we can do is wait.”
Mumbling his thanks, Jesus
motioned silently for us to follow him out the garden gate. Ira joined our procession as we left
Joachim’s backyard, calling out irritably to the elders, “Shows over
folks. I told you ‘Uriah doesn’t
have leprosy.’ It’s a simple blood
disease, hopefully not serious, so you can all go home.”
“Why can’t we see him?”
Gideon shouted from Noah’s front yard.
“Yes Ira,” Ethan cried,
shaking his cane. “What’re you hiding?
Is it catching? Did
Joachim’s son bring our town the plague?”
“How many times does he have
to tell you?” Jesus raised his arms. “He said it’s a simple blood disease. It’s not contagious. Now go home!”
“If
it’s not catching,” Jesse grumbled, “why don’t they bring him out?”
As we walked toward the road
with our backs to Joachim’s house, the crowd gasped. Esau made the sign to ward off the evil eye. A few of the wives in the crowd screamed,
and one hysterical woman turned and ran.
There, emerging from Joachim’s home, braced on each side by his father
and wife, was someone we didn’t recognize.
“Unclean! Leper! Leper!” shouts rang out.
“Uriah,” I called in a
quivering voice, “…is that you?”
“It’s me,” he croaked.
The normally, bouncy,
corpulent little youth, could barely walk. He was covered with so many purple spots, he did, in fact,
look as if he had the plague or something unspeakably worse.
“It’s not catching,” Joachim
said in a rasping voice. “Veronica, his wife, hasn’t caught it. It came upon my
father, and he didn’t have the plague.
Instead of condemning my poor son, pray for him. The spots will go away. Please leave us alone!”
“Listen, my friends,”
Habakkuk called out to the crowd, “if Jesus and the good doctor say it’s not
leprosy or the plague, then I believe him.”
“I believe him too!”
Ebenezer nodded vigorously
“And I!” Nathaniel said,
walking away from his friends.
When the three elders parted
company with the crowd, the others began to disperse. Ira had already crossed the road to begin the short trek
back to Samuel’s estate. I tried
to say something more to Uriah.
Joachim smiled and mumbled his appreciation but shook his head as he and
Veronica, Uriah’s wife, led him back to the house. One day Veronica would play a role in Jesus’ ministry. That day, as it had happened before, a
strange look came over my brother’s face.
“What’s wrong Jesus?” I
asked him as we walked home.
“I’m not sure.” He glanced
back. “…It’s like when I saw Longinus and Cornelius. Like them, I know I’ll see her again.”
“Of course,” Mama said
wearily, “you’ll see her tomorrow when I visit my patient.”
“No,” Jesus shook his head,
stroking his beard, “I mean later…in the future.”
“How far in the future,”
Mama gave Jesus a worried look, as we approached our house. “Next month, next
year—what exactly do you mean?”
“This time, Mama,” he
confessed, taking her hand, “I don’t know.”
“Uh oh,” Joseph whispered to
James, “Jesus is talking strange again!”
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