Location:
Late afternoon, a tanner’s shop in a village in occupied Judea, c. 35-40 AD
“Good afternoon, traveler.
Welcome to my humble shop. How
may I help you? Yes, I am he, the one
who used to be a leper, but was miraculously healed. You wish to hear my story? But of course. I will never tire of telling it! But first, let me fetch some water, to wash
your feet; and some drink to quench our thirsts. It’s been a slow day, and this will be a
welcome break.
It was several years ago, in a small village far from
here. Before I became a leper, I was a
tanner, just as I am now.
One afternoon, I was on my way to the synagogue, hoping to
get something to eat and drink. Although
I was an outcast, at least the people of the village followed the teachings
given through Moses, and made sure I had food and clothing. Maybe not the best of either, but it was
something.
I was trying to mind my own business, staying away from the
others, when I saw one of the scribes headed in my direction, a solemn look on
his face. ‘Stop right there, brother Silas!’ ‘What is wrong, Adam? I was just on my way to the synagogue, hoping
for a bit to eat from the kitchens.’
‘I’m sorry Silas, but I have to ask you to leave the village proper
immediately. We are expecting a
wandering rabbi & healer, along with a large crowd of his followers, at any
time.’
I knew it would do me no good to argue with him. He didn’t make the decision alone. He knew as well as I did that it would mean a
long, hungry night for me. So I
retreated to my little camp. It was on a
low hill close enough to see and hear what was happening in the village. Maybe, I thought to myself, this healer will
come and go before dark, allowing me to return to the village.
I busied myself making sure that the fire had not gone out,
and that I had enough firewood for the night, since it usually got pretty cold,
and I didn’t have a proper cloak. And it
kept the animals away.
I guess I was starting to feel sorry for myself, just
sitting there, staring at the fire, when I heard a commotion coming from the
village. I crept out to my vantage point
and sat down. It was clear which one was
the ‘healer.’ No, he wasn’t dressed
fancy or anything like that. There was
just something about it. And there were
maybe two or three dozen people there that I didn’t recognize who must have
been with him – men, and women as well.
And all the people in the village were coming to him. And he seemed to be healing them. There was that little boy Samuel, who had
been deaf and dumb since birth, now chattering away with all the other little
boys. And the shepherd Simon, who walked
with a limp because he had fallen chasing away a lion from his herd, and his
broken leg hadn’t healed properly. Now
he was hopping around like nothing had happened.
But why, why couldn’t I be down there too, seeking
healing? I was feeling really sad now,
and started to turn away when the healer looked up in my direction, and I felt
his eyes link with mine. I thought I was
well hidden. And I can’t describe really
what I felt. Calmness and love, I
guess. Anyway, after a few seconds, he
turned his attention back to the others.
Now I couldn’t stop watching.
After a while, he seemed to be doing more teaching, everyone just
sitting around him, listening quietly.
Finally, the crowd began to break up, and I went back to my
fire. The sun was getting low, and I
knew the healer would be staying the night.
No dinner for me.
I lost track of time, feeling sorry for myself, when
suddenly I heard someone coming up the path.
Immediately, I jumped up and started shouting ‘Unclean! Unclean!
Leper! Leper! Go away!’ But the footsteps kept getting closer. I was now holding my breath, standing by the
fire, when a figure stepped out of the shadows.
It was the healer.
‘Sir, you must leave.
I am unclean, al leper!’ He
raised a hand and looked at me, and a wave of calmness swept over me. ‘I saw you earlier, and felt your
despair. I have come looking for you, to
return you to the flock.’ I was about to
protest, when I heard more voices. ‘I
think I saw him go this way.’ ‘No, that
is where the leper lives.’
‘You must leave now!
Please! I will be in so much
trouble, sir!’ Again the man held up his
hand, and again I felt strangely calmed.
‘Do not be afraid’ he said as he came around the fire to stand next to
me. All I could think about was how much
trouble I was going to be in.
Suddenly, several figures burst into the light. I instantly recognized the rabbi, and my
heart sank. One of the healer’s people
addressed him. ‘Lord, why did you wander
off? The meal is waiting!’ ‘Peter, Peter, I will eat when the work is
done. Surely you know that by now.’ ‘Sir, this man is a leper! Please stand away!’
I almost didn’t hear him when the healer said softly ‘There
are no lepers here.’ Now not only would
I be punished, but shamed publically as well.
‘But sir, this man has been a leper for five years now.’
Suddenly, I felt the healer put his hand on my shoulder, and
a surge of power rippled through my body.
‘Hold out your hands, my brother’ I heard the healer say. I knew I would be exposed now, and I couldn’t
move, I was trembling so hard. Again I
hear him say ‘Hold out your hands.’ It was clearly a command, yet all I felt was
love. ‘Have faith, my brother’ I heard
him say, and again something surged through my body. As if on their own, my hands raised and stretched
outward. I couldn’t bear to look. Then I heard a gasp from the rabbi, and
opened my eyes. To my amazement all the
sores and scars were gone. In disbelief
I turned my arms over and over, and only then did I become aware that all over
my body my skin was tingling.
I don’t know how long I stood there, turning my formerly
scared arms, still unable to believe what I was seeing. Finally, I looked up, and only the healer was
still there, just standing there, looking at me, waiting for me, yet not in any
hurry. ‘Come, let us get something to
eat’ I heard him say. I started to
protest, but he held up his hand. ‘Come
–‘ that was all he said, and turning, he headed down the path back towards the
village. I followed him in silence, my
mind trying to understand what was happening.
The healer led me to the center of town, where I had seen
him earlier healing others. It was
deserted now – it was late, and people were retiring already. He sat on a stone
slab, and motioned for me to sit on one nearby, facing him. He looked at me, and I got that same feeling
I had gotten earlier – when he looked up at me while he was healing the
others. It was more intense this time,
yet not in a threatening way. I felt a
love and compassion that I had never experienced before. I tried to make out the details of his face,
but I couldn’t seem to focus my eyes. I
was feeling overwhelmed, and then he must have looked away.
When I recovered, he was talking to a man I didn’t
recognize. I don’t remember, but my
stomach must have rumbled, for the healer said to the man ‘My brother and I are
hungry, John. Please bring us food and
drink.’ As this man, John, left, the
healer turned back to me, and began to ask me questions about myself. I couldn’t seem to resist answering him, and
by the time John returned with food I was talking non-stop, not holding
anything back. The healer took the meal
from John and thanked him, and then offered the food to me. Even in the dim light, I could see that this
was way better than anything I had had in a long time, and the smell was
overwhelmingly wonderful.
Again I lost track of time, so intent was I with
eating. Finally, the food was gone, and
the wine skin was almost empty as well.
I looked at the healer, and suddenly realized I hadn’t seen him eat
anything. He must have sensed my
embarrassment, for he just smiled at me, and I suddenly relaxed. And before long, I was again talking almost
non-stop, spilling my guts about the last five years. The healer seemed to be happy just to listen,
occasionally asking a question when I stopped, allowing me to catch my breath.
We, or maybe I should say I, continued to talk as the night
got darker and colder. So cold, in fact,
that it was becoming hard to speak as I began to tremble. It was then that the healer took his cloak
off his shoulders and put it around mine.
It was warm, warmer than anything I could ever remember owning. In just a few minutes I was talking again.
The healer just sat there, listening to me. Listening to me, a nobody. Yet he didn’t interrupt me like the people in
the village always did. I began to get
the feeling that there was no other place, no other person, where he wanted to
be with now.
The night seemed to fly by, and the sky was beginning to
brighten when this friend of his, Peter, approached us. ‘Lord, have you not slept? We have a long road to the next town.’
‘Peter, the town will still be there, whenever we get there. We will leave when the sun is fully up. When the meal is ready, send it to us. And ask Judas to come as well.’
We had been talking only a short time when I saw another man
approaching. Instantly, I knew he was
street-wise like me, and I began to get feelings of mistrust. The man hardly glanced at me before
addressing the healer. ‘You requested
me, Lord?’ The healer seemed to ignore
the tone of voice he was being addressed in.
‘Judas, give our brother here two denarii, please.’ I could see that Judas was about to protest,
but the healer held up his hand, and Judas closed his mouth. With a look of disgust, he opened his pouch
and took out two coins. He looked at
them for a second, then tossed them on the ground between us, and walked away
without looking back.
The healer seemed unmoved, and picked up the coins and
handed them to me. ‘Here, my brother,
you will need these. You will never be
welcome in this town, just as I am not welcome in my hometown. Go far away from here, and start a new life. Be aware of those you find who are as you
once were, and look after them as I have looked after you.’ ‘What village is that, sir, and what is your
name, that I may tell of your great kindness?’ I blurted out. ‘I am Jesus, Jesus of Nazareth. But do not praise me, but our Father in
heaven who makes all things possible.
I was about to question this Jesus further, but then one of
his people brought us something to eat.
We ate in silence, and before long a group of people had gathered, as if
they were ready to set off on their journey.
Jesus took a wineskin and a loaf of bread from one of his
people and handed them to me. ‘Do not
worry about food and drink, only pray to the Father in heaven, and He will
provide.’ Then he reached out and put
his hand on my shoulder, and again I felt a strange power flow through me. And then, when I looked up, he and all his
people were nowhere to be seen. A chill
struck me, and instinctively, I pulled the cloak around me, the cloak that he
had given me, and not taken back.
Not knowing what else to do, I headed south, and in two
weeks I came to this town. Their tanner
was elderly and without sons, so I apprenticed myself to him, and took over his
shop when he joined his forefathers..
And in my two weeks of wandering, there was always enough bread and the
wineskin full enough for my needs. And I
was never cold at night.
And that, my friend, is my story. I swear that it is all true. No, you owe me nothing. I am glad to tell it. But it is time for me to visit my children,
and bring them their daily meal. If you
could help me, I would be most grateful.
Thank you, kind sir. The trip
will be swift with two to bear the load.
Here we are, my friend.
What? Yes, yes, they are lepers.
But they are my children, I look after them. You can wait here if you wish, then we will
return to the village for the evening.
You wish to journey on? You are
hurrying to collect the stories of this Jesus before people forget them? Well, safe travels and thanks for listening
to my story. It looks like it will be a
cold night tonight. Take this cloak, the
healer’s cloak. I have a fire to sit by,
and you will need it more than I do.