In the Gardens of Gethsemane
The evening has already turned to night in the Garden of Gethsemane. Yeshua, dressed in his usual robe of white cotton, stands out against the dense, dark mass of the ancient olive trees under which he and some of his followers have, as was the custom, gathered before separating for the night.
Yehudah/Judas is by Yeshua’s side. The others, seated on rocks, seem lost in thought. The sound of pebbles rolling nearby momentarily, once again, breaks the silence, but only he seems to hear it.
Yeshua looks into Yehuda’s eyes and nods imperceptibly. “You will do it before the hour passes, Yehudah.” The taller man averts his eyes. Yeshua cups a hand under his friend’s chin to force eye contact. “The moment is fast settling in the shadows. You gave me your word.”
Yehudah grumbles under his breath, “What worse favor can a man ask of his friend than that to which you bind me?”
“No favor is greater and no friend is greater than the one bound to the promise I extracted from you.” Yeshua sighs quietly. “Accept that such is my mitzvah to you. Do what needs to be done, my friend. Know that you make my burden lighter.” He nods towards the trees where danger lies in wait. “Think of me as the slave who sacrifices his life to obey the wish of his beloved Master for it is from Adonai, our one and only god, from whence comes the suffering that awaits me.” Pensively, he twists an earlock around his index finger. “No matter how the situation evolves in days to come, know that I am not worth a shekel more than the weakest of slaves.”
A Word from C.C. about her short novelization to the Yeshua Story.
One of my endeavors a couple of years ago focused on the conundrum posed by Jesus of the Christian faith and his historicity.
Did such an historical figure ever really exist? What if the Jesus of the New Testament fame had been inspired by a Hebrew prototype named Yeshua?
It is commonly agreed that the gospel writers were heavily inspired by the Five Books of Moses – known as the Torah – and by the Book of [Hebrew] Prophets.
So am I – from a secular perspective.
As a result of this inspiration emerged a project – a short novelization of the last twenty-four hours in the life of Yeshua/Jesus, which relied heavily on research gathered while writing the series of articles initially published on Articlebase: http://www.articlesbase.com/authors/cc-saint-clair/144167/5/newest
Here the research article its uninterrupted entirety:
This piece titled From Gethsemane to Arimathea begins moments before Yeshua’s arrest in the gardens of Gesthemane. The last scene takes place in the garden belonging to Yosef of Arimathea for it is on this land that, hewn out of the cliff face, stood the rich merchant’s family burial chambers – one of which, it is said, he made available for the body of Yeshua.
Culturally and religiously speaking, the womenfolk closest to Yeshua [his wife, Myriam Magdalene, his mother, Myriam, and his sister, Salome] could not visit the rock burial chamber until after the Jewish celebrations of Pesach and the compulsory days of ‘sitting shiva’ had been observed.
Thus, it was on the 29th day of Nissan [fifteen days after Yeshua expired on a Roman cross] that the women, the first mourners to pay their respects, went to the chamber and were most surprised to find it empty.
That point in the plot virtually ends this novelization of events that, real or imagined, have shaped two thousand years of secular western culture in ways that are difficult to fathom – and in that lies my newfound enthusiasm for the topic.