{"id":188,"date":"2008-05-29T07:21:57","date_gmt":"2008-05-29T13:21:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.daysongreflections.com\/\/?p=188"},"modified":"2008-09-16T21:09:13","modified_gmt":"2008-09-17T02:09:13","slug":"a-voice-in-the-wind-by-francine-rivers","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.daysongreflections.com\/?p=188","title":{"rendered":"A Voice in the Wind by Francine Rivers"},"content":{"rendered":"

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It is time to play a Wild Card<\/span>!<\/strong> <\/span>Every now and then, a book that I have chosen to read is going to pop up as a FIRST Wild Card Tour<\/a>. Get dealt into the game! (Just click the button!) Wild Card Tours feature an author and his\/her book’s FIRST chapter!<\/p>\n

You never know when I might play a wild card on you!<\/em>
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Today’s Wild Card author is: <\/strong><\/div>\n

Francine Rivers<\/a><\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n

and her book:<\/span> <\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

A Voice in the Wind<\/a><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Tyndale House Publishers (March 1, 1998)(Re-released June 2008)<\/p>\n

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:<\/span> <\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n

<\/a>\"\"<\/a>Francine Rivers began her literary career at the University of Nevada, Reno, where she graduated with a Bachelor of Arts degree in English and Journalism. From 1976 to 1985, she had a successful writing career in the general market and her books were awarded or nominated for numerous awards and prizes. Although raised in a religious home, Francine did not truly encounter Christ until later in life, when she was already a wife, mother of three, and an established romance novelist. Shortly after becoming a born-again Christian in 1986, Francine wrote Redeeming Love as her statement of faith. First published by Bantam Books, and then re-released by Multnomah Publishers in the mid- 1990s, this retelling of the biblical story of Gomer and Hosea set during the time of the California Gold Rush is now considered by many to be a classic work of Christian fiction. Redeeming Love continues to be one of the Christian Booksellers Association\u2019s top-selling titles and it has held a spot on the Christian bestseller list for nearly a decade.<\/p>\n

Since Redeeming Love, Francine has published numerous novels with Christian themes \u2013 all bestsellers– and she has continued to win both industry acclaim and reader loyalty around the globe. Her Christian novels have been awarded or nominated for numerous awards including the Rita Award, the Christy Award, the ECPA Gold Medallion, and the Holt Medallion in Honor of Outstanding Literary Talent. In 1997, after winning her third Rita award for Inspirational Fiction, Francine was inducted into the Romance Writers\u2019 of America Hall of Fame. Francine\u2019s novels have been translated into over twenty different languages and she enjoys best-seller status in many foreign countries including Germany, The Netherlands, and South Africa.<\/p>\n

Francine and her husband Rick live in Northern California and enjoy the time spent with their three grown children and every opportunity to spoil their four grandchildren. She uses her writing to draw closer to the Lord, and that through her work she might worship and praise Jesus for all He has done and is doing in her life.<\/p>\n

Visit her at her website<\/a>.<\/p>\n

AND NOW…THE FIRST CHAPTER:<\/span> <\/strong>
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\"\"<\/a>Chapter One<\/p>\n

The city was silently bloating in the hot sun, rotting like the thou-sands of bodies that lay where they had fallen in street battles. An oppressive, hot wind blew from the southeast, carrying with it the putrefying stench of decay. And outside the city walls, Death itself waited in the persons of Titus, son of Vespasian, and sixty thou-sand legionnaires who were anxious to gut the city of God.<\/p>\n

Even before the Romans crossed the Valley of Thorns and camped on the Mount of Olives, warring factions within Jerusa-lem\u2019s city walls had prepared the way for her destruction.<\/p>\n

Jewish robbers, who now fled like rats before the Roman legions, had recently fallen upon Jerusalem and murdered her prominent citizens, taking over the holy temple. Casting lots for the priesthood, they turned a house of prayer into a marketplace of tyranny.<\/p>\n

Fast behind the robbers came rebels and zealots. Directed by rival leaders\u2014John, Simon, and Eleazar\u2014the warring factions raged within the three walls. Swollen with power and pride, they sliced Jerusalem into bloody pieces.<\/p>\n

Breaking the Sabbath and the laws of God, Eleazar stormed Antonia Tower and murdered the Roman soldiers within it. Zealots rampaged, murdering thousands more who attempted to bring order back to a maddened city. Unlawful tribunals were set up and the laws of man and God mocked as hundreds of innocent men and women were murdered. Houses full of corn were burned in the chaos. Famine soon followed.<\/p>\n

In their despair, righteous Jews prayed fervently for Rome to come against the great city. For these Jews believed that then, and only then, would the factions within Jerusalem unite in one cause: freedom against Rome.<\/p>\n

Rome did come and, their hated ensigns held high, their war cry rang across all of Judea. They took Gadara, Jotapata, Beersheba, Jericho, Caesarea. The mighty legions marched in the very footsteps of devout pilgrims who came from every corner of the Jewish nation to worship and celebrate the high holy days of the Feast of the Unleavened Bread\u2014the Passover. Innocent tens of thousands poured into the city and found themselves in the midst of civil war. Zealots closed the gates, trapping them inside. Rome came on until the sound of destruction echoed across the Valley of Kidron against the walls of Jerusalem itself. Titus laid siege to the ancient, holy city, determined to end Jewish rebellion once and forever.<\/p>\n

Josephus, the Jewish general of fallen Jotapata who had been taken captive by the Romans, wept and cried out from atop the first wall defeated by the legionnaires. With Titus\u2019 permission, he pleaded with his people to repent, warning them that God was against them, that the prophecies of destruction were about to be fulfilled. Those few who listened to him and managed to evade the zealots in their escape reached the greedy Syrians\u2014who dis-sected them for the gold pieces they had supposedly swallowed before deserting the city. Those who didn\u2019t heed Josephus suffered the full fury of the Roman war machine. Having cut down every tree within miles, Titus built siege engines that hurled countless javelins, stones, and even captives into the city.<\/p>\n

From the Upper Market Place to the lower Acra and the Valley of Cheesemongers between, the city writhed in revolt.<\/p>\n

Inside the great temple of God, the rebel leader John melted down the sacred golden vessels for himself. The righteous wept for Jerusalem, the bride of kings, the mother of prophets, the home of the shepherd king David. Torn asunder by her own peo-ple, she lay gutted and helpless, awaiting her death blow from hated Gentile foreigners.<\/p>\n

Anarchy destroyed Zion, and Rome stood ready to destroy anarchy… anytime… anywhere.<\/p>\n

Hadassah held her mother, tears blurring her eyes as she stroked the black hair back from her mother\u2019s gaunt, pale face. Her mother had been beautiful once. Hadassah remembered watching her take her hair down until it lay, glistening in thick waves, against her back. Her crowning glory, Papa called it. Now, it was dull and coarse, and her once-ruddy cheeks were white and sunken. Her stomach was swollen with malnutrition, the bones of her legs and arms clearly outlined beneath a gray overdress.<\/p>\n

Lifting her mother\u2019s hand, Hadassah kissed it tenderly. It was like a bony claw, limp and cool. \u201cMama?\u201d No response. Hadas-sah looked across the room at her younger sister, Leah, lying on a dirty pallet in the corner. Thankfully, she was asleep, the agony of slow starvation briefly forgotten.<\/p>\n

Hadassah stroked her mother\u2019s hair again. Silence lay upon her like a hot shroud; the pain in her empty belly was almost beyond endurance. Only yesterday she had wept bitterly when her mother had uttered thanks to God for the meal Mark had been able to scavenge for them: shield leather from a dead Roman soldier.<\/p>\n

How long before they all died?<\/p>\n

Grieving in the silence, she could still hear her father speaking to her in that firm but gentle voice. \u201cIt is not possible for men to avoid fate, even when they see it beforehand.\u201d<\/p>\n

Hananiah had spoken these words to her scant weeks ago\u2014 though now it seemed like an eternity. He had prayed all that morning, and she had been so afraid. She had known what he was going to do, what he had always done before. He would go out before the unbelievers and preach about the Messiah, Jesus of Nazareth.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy must you go out again and speak to those people? You were almost killed the last time.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThose people, Hadassah? They\u2019re your kinsmen. I\u2019m a Benjaminite.\u201d She could still feel his gentle touch on her cheek. \u201cWe must seize every opportunity we can to speak the truth and proclaim peace. Especially now. There\u2019s so little time for so many.\u201d<\/p>\n

She had clung to him then. \u201cPlease, don\u2019t go. Father, you know what\u2019ll happen. What\u2019ll we do without you? You can\u2019t bring peace. There is no peace in this place!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt is not the world\u2019s peace I speak of, Hadassah, but God\u2019s. You know that.\u201d He had held her close. \u201cHush, child. Do not weep so.\u201d<\/p>\n

She wouldn\u2019t release him. She knew they wouldn\u2019t listen\u2014they didn\u2019t want to hear what he had to tell them. Simon\u2019s men would slash him to pieces before the crowd as an example of what became of those who spoke for peace. It had happened to others.<\/p>\n

\u201cI must go.\u201d His hands had been firm, his eyes gentle, as he had tipped her chin. \u201cWhatever happens to me, the Lord is always with you.\u201d He\u2019d kissed her, hugged her, then put her away from him so he could embrace and kiss his other two children. \u201cMark, you will remain here with your mother and sisters.\u201d<\/p>\n

Grabbing and shaking her mother, Hadassah had pleaded, \u201cYou can\u2019t let him go! Not this time!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBe silent, Hadassah. Who are you serving by arguing so against your father?\u201d<\/p>\n

Her mother\u2019s reprimand, though spoken gently, had struck hard. She had said many times before that when one did not serve the Lord, they unwittingly served the evil one instead. Fighting tears, Hadassah had obeyed and said no more.<\/p>\n

Rebekkah had laid her hand against her husband\u2019s gray-bearded face. She had known Hadassah was right; he might not return, probably wouldn\u2019t. Yet, perhaps, if it was God\u2019s will, one soul might be saved through his sacrifice. One might be enough. Her eyes had been full of tears and she could not\u2014dared not\u2014 speak. For if she had, she was afraid she would join Hadassah in pleading that he stay safe in this small house. And Hananiah knew better than she what the Lord willed for him. He had placed his hand over hers and she had tried not to weep.<\/p>\n

\u201cRemember the Lord, Rebekkah,\u201d he had said solemnly. \u201cWe are together in him.\u201d<\/p>\n

He had not returned.<\/p>\n

Hadassah leaned down over her mother protectively, afraid she would lose her, too. \u201cMother?\u201d Still no response. Her breathing was shallow, her color ashen. What was taking Mark so long? He had been gone since dawn. Surely the Lord would not take him as well….<\/p>\n

In the silence of the small room, Hadassah\u2019s fear grew. She stroked her mother\u2019s hair absently. Please, God. Please! Words wouldn\u2019t come, at least not any that made sense. Just a groaning from within her soul. Please what? Kill them now with starvation before the Romans came with swords or they suffered the agony of a cross? Oh, God, God! Her plea came, inarticulate and des-perate, helpless and full of fear. Help us!<\/p>\n

Why had they ever come to this city? She hated Jerusalem.<\/p>\n

Hadassah fought against the despair inside her. It had become so heavy, it felt like a physical weight pulling her into a dark pit. She tried to think of better times, of happier moments, but those thoughts wouldn\u2019t come.<\/p>\n

She thought of the months long ago when they\u2019d made the journey from Galilee, never expecting to be trapped in the city. The night before they had entered Jerusalem, her father set up camp on a hillside within sight of Mount Moriah, where Abra-ham had almost sacrificed Isaac. He told them stories of when he was a boy living just outside the great city, speaking far into the night of the laws of Moses, under which he had grown up. He spoke of the prophets. He spoke of Yeshua, the Christ.<\/p>\n

Hadassah had slept and dreamt of the Lord feeding the five thousand on a hillside.<\/p>\n

She remembered that her father had awakened the family at dawn. And she remembered how, as the sun rose, light had reflected off the marble and gold of the temple, turning the struc-ture into a blazing beacon of fiery splendor that could be seen from miles away. Hadassah could still feel the awe she had felt at the glory of it. \u201cOh, Father, it is so beautiful.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes,\u201d he had said solemnly. \u201cBut so often, things of great beauty are full of great corruption.\u201d<\/p>\n

Despite the persecution and danger that had awaited them in Jerusalem, her father had been full of joy and expectation as they entered the gates. Perhaps this time more of his kinsmen would listen; more would give their hearts to the risen Lord.<\/p>\n

Few believers of the Way remained in Jerusalem. Many had been imprisoned, some stoned, even more driven away to other places. Lazarus, his sisters, and Mary Magdalene had been driven out; the apostle John, a dear family friend, had left Jerusalem two years before, taking the Lord\u2019s mother with him. Yet, Hadassah\u2019s father had remained. Once a year, he had returned to Jerusalem with his family to gather with other believers in an upper room. There they shared bread and wine, just as their Lord Jesus had done the evening before his crucifixion. This year, Shimeon Bar-Adonijah had presented the elements of the Passover meal:<\/p>\n

\u201cThe lamb, the unleavened bread, and the bitter herbs of the Passover have as much meaning for us as for our Jewish brothers and sisters. The Lord fulfills each element. He is the perfect Lamb of God who, though without sin himself, has taken the bitterness of our sins upon him. Just as the captive Jews in Egypt were told to put the blood of a lamb on their door so that God\u2019s wrath and judgment would pass over them, so Jesus has shed his blood for us so that we will stand blameless before God in the coming Judg-ment Day. We are the sons and daughters of Abraham, for it is by our faith in the Lord that we are saved through his grace….\u201d<\/p>\n

For the following three days they had fasted and prayed and repeated Jesus\u2019 teachings. On the third day, they sang and rejoiced, breaking bread together once more in celebration of Jesus\u2019 resurrection. And every year, during the last hour of the gathering, her father would tell his own story. This year had been no different. Most had heard his story many times before, but there were always those who were new to the faith. It was to these people that her father spoke.<\/p>\n

He stood, a simple man with gray hair and beard, and dark eyes full of light and serenity. There was nothing remarkable about him. Even as he spoke, he was ordinary. It was the touch of God\u2019s hand that made him different from others.<\/p>\n

\u201cMy father was a good man, a Benjaminite who loved God and taught me the law of Moses,\u201d he began quietly, looking into the eyes of those who sat about him. \u201cHe was a merchant near Jerusalem and married my mother, the daughter of a poor hus-bandman. We were not rich and we were not poor. For all we had, my father gave glory and thanks to God.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhen the Passover came, we closed our small shop and entered the city. Mother stayed with friends and prepared for the Passover. My father and I spent our time at the temple. To hear God\u2019s Word was to eat meat, and I dreamed of being a scribe. But it would not come to pass. When I was fourteen, my father died and, with no brothers and sisters, it was necessary for me to take over his business. Times were very hard, and I was young and inexperienced, but God was good. He provided.\u201d<\/p>\n

He closed his eyes. \u201cThen a fever took hold of me. I struggled against death. I could hear my mother weeping and crying out to God. Lord, I prayed, don\u2019t let me die. My mother needs me. Without me, she is alone, with no one to provide for her. Please do not take me now! But death came. It surrounded me like a cold darkness and took hold of me.\u201d The hush in the room was almost tangible as his listeners awaited the ending.<\/p>\n

No matter how many times Hadassah had heard the story, she never tired of it nor lost the power of it. As her father spoke, she could feel the dark and lonely force that had claimed him. Chilled, she wrapped her arms around her legs and hugged them against her chest as he went on.<\/p>\n

\u201cMy mother said friends were carrying me along the road to my tomb when Jesus passed by. The Lord heard her weeping and took pity. My mother didn\u2019t know who he was when he stopped the funeral procession, but there were many with him, followers, as well as the sick and crippled. Then she recognized him, for he touched me and I arose.\u201d<\/p>\n

Hadassah wanted to leap up and cry out in joy. Some of those around her wept, their faces transfixed with wonder and awe.
\nOthers wanted to touch her father, to lay hands on a man who had been brought back from death by Christ Jesus. And they had so many questions. How did you feel when you arose? Did you speak with him? What did he say to you? What did he look like?<\/p>\n

In the upper room, with the gathering of believers, Hadassah had felt safe. She had felt strength. In that place, she could feel the presence of God and his love. \u201cHe touched me and I arose.\u201d God\u2019s power could overcome anything.<\/p>\n

Then they would leave the upper room and, as her father walked the family back to the small house where they stayed, Hadassah\u2019s ever-present fear would rise again. She always prayed her father wouldn\u2019t stop and speak. When he told his story to believers, they wept and rejoiced. To unbelievers, he was an object of ridicule. The euphoria and security she felt with those who shared her faith dissolved when she watched her father stand before a crowd and suffer their abuse.<\/p>\n

\u201cListen to me, O men of Judah!\u201d he would call out, drawing people to him. \u201cListen to the good news I have to tell you.\u201d<\/p>\n

They listened at first. He was an old man and they were curi-ous. Prophets were always a diversion. He was not eloquent like the religious leaders; he spoke simply from his heart. And always people laughed and mocked him. Some threw rotten vegetables and fruit, some called him mad. Others became enraged at his story of resurrection, shouting that he was a liar and blasphemer.<\/p>\n

Two years ago he had been so badly beaten that two friends had to help carry him back to the small rented house where they always stayed. Elkanah and Benaiah had tried to reason with him.<\/p>\n

\u201cHananiah, you must not come back here,\u201d Elkanah had said. \u201cThe priests know who you are and want you silenced. They are not so foolish as to have a trial, but there are many evil men who will do another\u2019s will for a shekel. Shake the dust of Jerusalem from your shoes and go somewhere that the message will be heard.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd where else can that be but here where our Lord died and arose?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMany of those who witnessed his resurrection have fled imprisonment and death at the hands of the Pharisees,\u201d Benaiah had said. \u201cEven Lazarus has left Judea.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhere did he go?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI was told he took his sisters and Mary of Magdala to Gaul.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI cannot leave Judea. Whatever happens, this is where the Lord wants me.\u201d<\/p>\n

Benaiah had grown silent for a long moment and then he nod-ded slowly. \u201cThen it shall be as the Lord wills it.\u201d<\/p>\n

Elkanah had agreed and laid his hand on her father\u2019s. \u201cShelemoth and Cyrus are remaining here. They will give you aid when you are in Jerusalem. I am taking my family away from this city. Benaiah is coming with me. May God\u2019s face shine upon you, Hananiah. You and Rebekkah will be in our prayers. And your children, too.\u201d<\/p>\n

Hadassah had wept, her hopes of leaving this wretched city dashed. Her faith was weak. Her father always forgave his tor-menters and attackers, while she prayed they would know all the fires of hell for what they had done to him. She often prayed that God would change his will and send her father to a place other than Jerusalem. Someplace small and peaceful where people would listen.<\/p>\n

\u201cHadassah, we know that God uses all things for good to those who love him, to those who are called according to his pur-pose,\u201d her mother said often, trying to comfort her.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat good is there in a beating? What good in being spit upon? Why must he suffer so?\u201d<\/p>\n

In the peaceful hills of Galilee, with the blue sea stretched out before her and lilies of the field at her back, Hadassah could believe in God\u2019s love. At home, in those hills, her faith was strong. It warmed her and made her heart sing.<\/p>\n

In Jerusalem, though, she struggled. She clung to her faith, but still found it slipping away from her. Doubt was her companion, fear was overwhelming.<\/p>\n

\u201cFather, why can we not believe and remain silent?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe are called upon to be the light of the world.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThey hate us more with each passing year.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHatred is the enemy, Hadassah. Not the people.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt is people who beat you, Father. Did not the Lord himself tell us not to cast pearls before the swine?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHadassah, if I am to die for him, I will die joyfully. What I do is for his good purpose. The truth does not go out and come back empty. You must have faith, Hadassah. Remember the promise. We are part of the body of Christ, and in Christ we have eternal life. Nothing can separate us. No power on earth. Not even death.\u201d<\/p>\n

She had pressed her face against his chest, the rough woven tunic he wore rubbing against her skin. \u201cWhy can I believe at home, Father, but not here?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBecause the enemy knows where you are most vulnerable.\u201d He had put his hand over hers. \u201cDo you remember the story of Jehoshaphat? The sons of Moab and Ammon and Mount Seir came against him with a mighty army. The Spirit of the Lord came upon Jahaziel and God said through him, \u2018Do not be afraid nor dismayed because of this great multitude, for the battle is not yours, but God\u2019s.\u2019 While they sang and praised the Lord, the Lord himself set ambushes against their enemies. And in the morning, when the Israelites came to the lookout of the wilderness, they saw the bodies of the dead. No one escaped. The Israelites had not even raised a hand in battle, and the battle was won.\u201d<\/p>\n

Kissing her head, he had said, \u201cStand firm in the Lord, Hadas-sah. Stand firm and let him fight your battles. Do not try to fight alone.\u201d<\/p>\n

Hadassah sighed, trying to ignore the burning in her stomach. How she missed her father\u2019s counsel in the silent loneliness of this house. If she believed everything he had taught her, she would rejoice that he was now with the Lord. Instead she ached with grief, which swelled and spilled over her in waves, spreading with it a strange, confused anger.<\/p>\n

Why did her father have to be such a fool for Christ? The peo-ple didn\u2019t want to hear; they didn\u2019t believe. His testimony offended them. His words drove them mad with hatred. Why couldn\u2019t he, just once, have remained silent and stayed within the safe confines of this small house? He\u2019d still be alive, here in this room, comforting them and giving them hope instead of leaving them to fend for themselves. Why couldn\u2019t he have been sensible this one time and waited out the storm?<\/p>\n

The door opened slowly and Hadassah\u2019s heart leapt in fright, snapping her back to the grim present. Robbers had broken into the houses down the street, murdering the occupants for a loaf of hoarded bread. But it was Mark who entered. She let out her breath, relieved to see him. \u201cI was so afraid for you,\u201d she whis-pered with feeling. \u201cYou\u2019ve been gone for hours.\u201d<\/p>\n

He pushed the door closed and sank down, exhausted, against the wall near their sister. \u201cWhat did you find?\u201d She waited for him to take whatever he had found from his shirt. Whatever food was found had to be secreted or someone would attack him for it.<\/p>\n

Mark looked at her hopelessly. \u201cNothing. Nothing at all. Not a worn shoe, not even shield leather from a dead soldier. Noth-ing.\u201d He started to cry, his shoulders shaking.<\/p>\n

\u201cShhh, you\u2019ll awaken Leah and Mama.\u201d Hadassah gently laid her mother back against the blanket and went to him. She put her arms around him and leaned her head against his chest. \u201cYou tried, Mark. I know you tried.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMaybe it\u2019s God\u2019s will that we die.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not sure I want to know God\u2019s will anymore,\u201d she said without thinking. Quick tears came. \u201cMama said the Lord will provide,\u201d she said, but the words sounded empty. Her faith was so weak. She was not like Father and Mother. Even Leah, young as she was, loved the Lord wholeheartedly. And Mark sounded so accepting of death. Why was she always the one who questioned and doubted?<\/p>\n

Have faith. Have faith. When you have nothing else, have faith.<\/p>\n

Mark shuddered, drawing her out of her gloomy thoughts. \u201cThey are throwing bodies into the Wadi El Rabadi behind the holy temple. Thousands, Hadassah.\u201d<\/p>\n

Hadassah remembered the horror of the Valley of Hinnom. It was there that Jerusalem disposed of the dead and unclean ani-mals and dumped the night soil. Baskets of hooves, entrails, and animal remains from the temple were carried there and dumped. Rats and carrion birds infested the place, and the stench fre-quently was carried in hot winds across the city. Father called it Gehenna. \u201cIt was not far from here that our Lord was crucified.\u201d<\/p>\n

Mark pushed his hand back through his hair. \u201cI was afraid to go closer.\u201d<\/p>\n

Hadassah shut her eyes tightly, but the question rose stark and raw against her will. Had her father been cast into that place, des-ecrated and left to rot in the hot sun? She bit her lip and tried to force the thought away.<\/p>\n

\u201cI saw Titus,\u201d Mark said dully. \u201cHe rode over with some of his men. When he saw the bodies, he cried out. I could not hear his words, but a man said he was calling out to Jehovah that it was not his doing.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIf the city surrendered now, would he show mercy?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIf he could contain his men. They hate the Jews and want to see them destroyed.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd us along with them.\u201d She shivered. \u201cThey will not know the difference between believers of the Way and zealots, will they?
\nSeditionist or righteous Jew or even Christian, it will make no dif-ference.\u201d Her eyes blurred with tears. \u201cIs this the will of God, Mark?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cFather said it is not God\u2019s will that any should suffer.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThen why must we?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe bear the consequences for what we have done to our-selves, and for the sin that rules this world. Jesus forgave the thief, but he didn\u2019t take him down off the cross.\u201d He pushed his hand back through his hair. \u201cI\u2019m not wise like Father. I haven\u2019t any answers to why, but I know there is hope.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat hope, Mark? What hope is there?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGod always leaves a remnant.\u201d<\/p>\n

The siege wore on, and while life within Jerusalem ebbed, the spirit of Jewish resistance did not. Hadassah remained within the small house, hearing the horror of what was just beyond their un-bolted door. A man was screaming and running down the street.<\/p>\n

\u201cThey\u2019ve ascended the wall!\u201d<\/p>\n

When Mark went out to find out what was happening, Leah became hysterical. Hadassah went to her sister and held her tightly. She felt near to hysteria herself, but tending her young sis-ter helped calm her.<\/p>\n

\u201cEverything will be all right, Leah. Be still.\u201d Her words sounded meaningless in her own ears. \u201cThe Lord is watching over us,\u201d she said and stroked her sister gently.<\/p>\n

A litany of comforting lies, for the world was crumbling around them. Hadassah looked across the room at her mother and felt the tears coming again. Her mother smiled weakly as though trying to reassure her, but she felt no reassurance. What would become of them?<\/p>\n

When Mark returned, he told them of the battle raging within the walls. The Jews had turned it and were driving the Romans back.<\/p>\n

However, that night, under the cover of darkness, ten legion-naires sneaked through the ruins of the city and took possession of Antonia Tower. The battle had come to the very entrance of the holy temple. Though driven back again, the Romans coun-tered by overthrowing some of the foundations of the tower and laid open the court of the Gentiles. In an attempt to divert them, zealots attacked the Romans at the Mount of Olives. Failing, they were destroyed. The prisoners taken were crucified before the walls for all to see.<\/p>\n

Stillness fell again. And then a new, more devastating horror spread through the city as word passed of a starving woman who had eaten her own child. The flame of Roman hatred was fanned into a blaze.<\/p>\n

Josephus cried out again to his people that God was using the Romans to destroy them, fulfilling the prophecies of the prophets Daniel and Jesus. The Jews gathered all the dry materials, bitu-men, and pitch they could find and filled the cloisters. The Romans drove forward, and the Jews gave ground, luring the Romans into the temple. Once inside, the Jews set their holy place on fire, burning many of the legionnaires to death within it.<\/p>\n

Titus regained control of his enraged soldiers and ordered the fire put out, but no sooner had they succeeded in saving the tem-ple than the Jews attacked again. This time all the officers of Rome couldn\u2019t restrain the fury of the Roman legionnaires who, driven by a lust for Jewish blood, once again torched the temple and killed every human being in their path as they began plunder-ing the conquered city.<\/p>\n

Men fell by the hundreds as flames engulfed the Babylonian curtain, embroidered with fine blue, scarlet, and purple thread. High on the temple roof, a false prophet cried out for the people to climb up and be delivered. People\u2019s screams of agony as they burned alive carried across the city, mingling with the horrifying sounds of battle in the streets and alleys. Men, women, children\u2014 it made no difference, all fell to the sword.<\/p>\n

Hadassah tried to shut it out of her mind, but the sound of death was everywhere. Her mother died on the same hot August day that Jerusalem fell, and for two days, Hadassah, Mark, and Leah waited, knowing the Romans would find them sooner or later and destroy them as they were destroying everyone else.<\/p>\n

Someone fled down their narrow street. Others screamed as they were cut down without mercy. Hadassah wanted to jump up and run away, but where could she go? And what of her sister and her brother? She pressed further back into the darkening shadows of the small rooms and held Leah.<\/p>\n

More men\u2019s voices. Louder. Closer. A door was smashed open not far away. The people inside screamed. One by one, they were silenced.<\/p>\n

Weak and gaunt, Mark struggled to his feet and stood before the door, praying silently. Hadassah\u2019s heart beat heavily, her empty stomach tightening into a ball of pain. She heard men\u2019s voices in the street. The words were Greek, the tone scornful. One man gave orders to search the next houses. Another door was smashed in. More screams.<\/p>\n

The sound of hobnailed shoes came to their door. Hadassah\u2019s heart jumped wildly. \u201cOh, God . . .\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cClose your eyes, Hadassah,\u201d Mark told her, sounding strangely calm. \u201cRemember the Lord,\u201d he said as the door crashed open. Mark uttered a harsh, broken sound and dropped to his knees. A bloody sword tip protruded from his back, stain-ing the gray tunic red. Leah\u2019s high-pitched scream filled the small room.<\/p>\n

The Roman soldier kicked Mark back, freeing his sword.<\/p>\n

Hadassah could not utter a sound. Staring up at the man, his armor covered with dust and her brother\u2019s blood, Hadassah couldn\u2019t move. His eyes glittered through his visor. When he stepped forward, raising his bloody sword, Hadassah moved swiftly and without conscious thought. She shoved Leah down and fell across her. Oh, God, let it be over quickly, she prayed. Let it be swift. Leah fell silent. The only sound was that of the sol-dier\u2019s rasping breathing, mingled with screams from down the street.<\/p>\n

Tertius gripped his sword harder and glared down at the ema-ciated young girl covering an even smaller girl. He ought to kill them both and have done with it! These bloody Jews were a blight to Rome. Eating their own children! Destroy the women and there would be no more warriors birthed. This nation deserved annihilation. He should just kill them and be done with it.<\/p>\n

What stopped him?<\/p>\n

The older girl looked up at him, her dark eyes full of fear. She was so small and thin, except for those eyes, too large for her ashen face. Something about her sapped the killing strength of his arm. His breathing eased, his heartbeat slowed.<\/p>\n

He tried to remind himself of the friends he had lost. Diocles had been killed by a stone while building the siege works. Malcenas had been fallen upon by six fighters when they had breached the first wall. Capaneus had burned to death when the Jews had set fire to their own temple. Albion still suffered wounds from a Jew\u2019s dart.<\/p>\n

Yet, the heat in his blood cooled.<\/p>\n

Shaking, Tertius lowered his sword. Still alert to any move-ment the girl made, he glanced around the small room. His vision cleared of the red haze. It was a boy he had killed. He lay in a pool of blood beside a woman. She looked peaceful, as though she merely slept, her hair carefully combed, her hands folded on her chest. Unlike those who had chosen to dump their dead in the wadi, these children had lain out their mother with dignity.<\/p>\n

He had heard the story of a woman eating her own child and it had fed his hatred of Jews, gained from ten long years in Judea. He had wanted nothing more than to obliterate them from the face of the earth. They had been nothing but trouble to Rome from the beginning\u2014rebellious and proud, unwilling to bend to anything but their one true god.<\/p>\n

One true god. Tertius\u2019 hard mouth twisted in a sneer. Fools, all of them. To believe in only one god was not only ridiculous, it was uncivilized. And for all their holy protestations and stubborn persistence, they were a barbaric race. Look what they had done to their own temple.<\/p>\n

How many Jews had he killed in the last five months? He hadn\u2019t bothered to count as he went from house to house, driven by bloodlust, hunting them down like animals. By the gods, he had relished it, accounting each death as a small token payment for the friends they had taken from him.<\/p>\n

Why did he hesitate now? Was this pity for a foul Jewess brat? It would be merciful to kill her and put her out of her misery. She was so thin from starvation that he could blow her over with a breath. He took another step toward her. He could kill both girls with one blow… tried to summon the will to do so.<\/p>\n

The girl waited. It was clear she was terrified, yet she did not beg for mercy as so many had done. Both she and the child beneath her were still and silent, watching.<\/p>\n

Tertius\u2019 heart twisted, and he felt weak. He drew a ragged breath and exhaled sharply. Uttering a curse, he shoved his sword into the scabbard at his side. \u201cYou will live, but you will not thank me for it.\u201d<\/p>\n

Hadassah knew Greek. It was a common language among the Roman legionnaires and so was heard all over Judea. She started to cry. He grasped her arm and yanked her to her feet.<\/p>\n

Tertius looked at the little girl lying on the floor. Her eyes were open and fixed on some distant place to which her mind had escaped. It was not the first time he had seen such a look. She would not last long.<\/p>\n

\u201cLeah,\u201d Hadassah said, frightened at the vacant look in her eyes. She bent down and put her arms around her. \u201cMy sister,\u201d she said, trying to draw her up.<\/p>\n

Tertius knew the little girl was as good as dead already and it would make more sense to leave her. Yet, the way the older girl tried to gather the child in her arms and lift her, roused his pity. Even the child\u2019s slight weight was too much for her.<\/p>\n

Brushing her aside, Tertius lifted the tiny girl easily and gently slung her over his shoulder like a sack of grain. Grasping the older girl by the arm, he pushed her out the door.<\/p>\n

The street was quiet, the other soldiers having moved on. Dis-tant cries rang out. He walked quickly, aware that the girl was struggling to keep up.<\/p>\n

The air of the city was foul with death. Bodies were every-where, some slain by Roman soldiers pillaging the conquered city, others dead of starvation, now bloated and decaying from days of being left to putrefy. The look of horror on the girl\u2019s face made Tertius wonder how long she had been cooped up in that house.<\/p>\n

\u201cYour great Holy City,\u201d he said and spat into the dust.<\/p>\n

Pain licked up Hadassah\u2019s arm as the legionnaire\u2019s fingers dug into her flesh. She stumbled over a dead man\u2019s leg. His face was crawling with maggots. The dead were everywhere. She felt faint.<\/p>\n

The farther they walked, the more horrifying the carnage. Decaying bodies lay tangled together like slaughtered animals. The stench of blood and death was so heavy Hadassah covered her mouth.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhere do we take captives?\u201d Tertius shouted at a soldier sep-arating the dead. Two soldiers were lifting a Roman comrade from between two Jews. Other legionnaires appeared with plun-der from the temple. Wagons were already loaded with golden and silver sprinkling bowls, dishes, wick trimmers, pots, and lampstands. Bronze shovels and pots were piled up, as well as basins, censers, and other articles used in temple service.<\/p>\n

The soldier looked up at Tertius, casting a cursory glance over Hadassah and Leah. \u201cDown that street and around through the big gate, but those two don\u2019t look worth bothering with.\u201d<\/p>\n

Hadassah looked up at the temple\u2019s once pristine marble, the marble that had appeared as a snow-covered mountain in the dis-tance. It was blackened, chunks had been gouged out by siege stones, the gold melted away. Whole sections of wall were broken down. The holy temple. It was just another place of death and destruction.<\/p>\n

She moved sluggishly, sickened and terrified at all she saw. Smoke burned her eyes and throat. As they walked along the wall of the temple, she could hear a rising, undulating sound of horror coming from within it. Her mouth was parched and her heart pounded harder and faster as they approached the gate to the Women\u2019s Court.<\/p>\n

Tertius gave the girl a shove. \u201cYou faint and I\u2019ll kill you where you drop, and your sister with you.\u201d<\/p>\n

Thousands of survivors were within the court, some moaning in their misery and others wailing for their dead. The soldier pushed her ahead of him through the gate, and she saw the ragged multitude before her. They crowded the courtyard. Most were gaunt with starvation, weak, hopeless.<\/p>\n

Tertius lowered the child from his shoulder. Hadassah caught hold of Leah and tried to support her. She sank down weakly and held her sister limply across her lap. The soldier turned and walked away.<\/p>\n

Thousands milled around, looking for relatives or friends. Others huddled in smaller groups weeping, while some, alone, stared at nothing\u2014as Leah did. The air was so hot Hadassah could hardly breathe.<\/p>\n

A Levite rent his worn blue and orange tunic and cried out in an agony of emotion, \u201cMy God! My God! Why hast thou for-saken us?\u201d A woman near him began to wail miserably, her gray dress bloodstained and torn at the shoulder. An old man wrapped in black-and-white striped robes sat alone against the court wall, his lips moving. Hadassah knew he was of the Sanhedrin, his robes symbolizing the desert costume and the tents of the first patriarchs.<\/p>\n

Mingled among the crowd were Nazirites with their long, braided hair, and zealots with dirty, ragged trousers and shirts over which they wore short sleeveless vests with a blue fringe at each corner. Divested of their knives and bows, they still looked menacing.<\/p>\n

A fight broke out. Women began screaming. A dozen Roman legionnaires waded into the multitude and cut down the adversar-ies, as well as several others whose only offense was to be in close proximity. A Roman officer stood on the high steps and shouted down at the captives. He pointed out several more men in the crowd and they were dragged away to be crucified.<\/p>\n

Hadassah managed to draw Leah up and move to a safer place by the wall, near the Levite. As the sun went down and darkness came, she held Leah close, trying to share her warmth. But in the morning, Leah was dead.<\/p>\n

Her sister\u2019s sweet face was free of fear and suffering. Her lips were curved in a gentle smile. Hadassah held her against her chest and rocked her. Pain swelled and filled her with a despair so deep she couldn\u2019t even cry. When a Roman soldier came over, she scarcely noticed until he tried to take Leah away from her. She held her sister tighter.<\/p>\n

\u201cShe\u2019s dead. Give her to me.\u201d<\/p>\n

Hadassah pressed her face into the curve of her sister\u2019s neck and moaned. The Roman had seen enough death to become hard-ened by it. He struck Hadassah once, breaking her hold, and then kicked her aside. Dazed, her body laced with pain, Hadassah stared helplessly as the soldier carried Leah to a wagon stacked with the bodies of others who had died during the night. He tossed her sister\u2019s fragile body carelessly onto the heap.<\/p>\n

Shutting her eyes, Hadassah drew up her legs and wept against her knees.<\/p>\n

The days ran together. Hundreds died of starvation, more of despair and lost hope. Some of the able-bodied captives were taken to dig mass graves.<\/p>\n

Rumors spread that Titus had given orders to demolish not only the temple but the entire city. Only the Phasaelus, Hippicus, and Mariamne towers were to be left standing for defensive pur-poses, and a portion of the western wall. Not since the Babylo-nian king Nebuchadnezzar had destroyed Solomon\u2019s temple had such a thing happened. Jerusalem, their beloved Jerusalem, would be no more.<\/p>\n

The Romans brought in corn for the captives. Some Jews, still stiff-necked against Roman rule, refused their portions in a last and fatal act of rebellion. More grievous were the sick and weak who were denied food because the Romans did not wish to waste corn on those who would not likely survive the coming march to Caesarea. Hadassah was one of the latter, and so received no food.<\/p>\n

One morning, Hadassah was taken with the others outside the city walls. She stared with horror at the scene before her.
\nThousands of Jews had been crucified before the crumbling walls of Jerusalem. Scavenging birds feasted upon them. The ground on the siege work had drunk in so much blood it was as red-brown and hard as brick, but the land itself was beyond anything Hadassah had expected. Other than the great, gruesome forest of crosses, there was not a tree, nor a bush, nor even a blade of grass. A wasteland lay before her, and at her back was the mighty city even now being reduced to rubble.<\/p>\n

\u201cKeep moving!\u201d a guard shouted, his whip hissing through the air near her and cracking on a man\u2019s back. Another man ahead of her groaned deeply and collapsed. When the guard drew his sword, a woman tried to stop him, but he struck her down with his fist, then with one swift stroke, opened an artery in the fallen man\u2019s neck. Taking the twitching man by his arm, he dragged him to the edge of the siege bank and pushed him over the side. The body rolled slowly to the bottom, where it took its place in the rocks amongst other corpses. Another captive helped the weeping woman to her feet, and they went on.<\/p>\n

Their captors sat them within sight and sound of Titus\u2019 camp.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt would seem we must suffer through a Roman triumph,\u201d a man said bitterly, the blue tassels on his vest identifying him as a zealot.<\/p>\n

\u201cBe silent or you will be crow bait like those other poor fools,\u201d someone hissed at him.<\/p>\n

As the captives watched, the legions formed and marched in tightly drilled units before Titus, who was resplendent in his golden armor. There were more captives than soldiers, but the Romans moved as one great beast of war, organized and disci-plined. To Hadassah, the rhythmic cadence of thousands of men marching in perfect formation was terrifying to watch. A single voice or signal could make hundreds move as one. How could any people think they could overcome such as these? They filled the horizon.<\/p>\n

Titus gave a speech, pausing now and then as the soldiers cheered. Then the awards were presented. Officers stood before the men, their armor cleaned and gleaming in the sunlight. Lists were read of those who had performed great exploits in the war. Titus himself placed crowns of gold on their heads and golden ornaments about their necks. To some he gave long golden spears and silver ensigns. Each was awarded the honor of removal to higher rank.<\/p>\n

Hadassah looked around at her fellows and saw their bitter hatred; having to witness this ceremony poured salt in their open wounds.<\/p>\n

Heaps of spoils were distributed among the soldiers, then Titus spoke again, commending his men and wishing them great for-tune and happiness. Jubilant, the soldiers cried out their acclama-tions to him time and time again as he came down among them.<\/p>\n

Finally, he gave orders that the feasting begin. Great numbers of oxen were held ready at the altars to the Roman gods, and at Titus\u2019 command they were sacrificed. Hadassah\u2019s father had told her Jewish law required the shedding of blood as an atonement for sin. She knew priests within the holy temple performed the sacrifices daily, a constant reminder of the need for repentance. Yet her father and mother had taught her from birth that Christ had shed his blood as an atonement for the sins of the world, that the law of Moses had been fulfilled in him, that animal sacrifices were no longer needed. So she had never seen animals sacrificed. Now she watched in grim horror as one ox after another was killed as a thank offering. The sight of so much blood spilling down over stone altars sickened her. Gagging, she closed her eyes and turned away.<\/p>\n

The slain oxen were distributed to the victorious army for a great feast. The tantalizing aroma of roasting beef drifted to hun-gry captives across the night air. Even had they been offered some, righteous Jews would have refused to eat it. Better dust and death than meat sacrificed to pagan gods.<\/p>\n

At last, soldiers came and ordered the captives to line up for their rations of wheat and barley. Weakly, Hadassah rose and stood in the long line, sure she would again be denied food. Her eyes blurred with tears. Oh, God, God, do as you will. Cupping her hands as her turn came, she waited to be shoved aside. Instead, golden kernels spilled from the scoop into her palms.<\/p>\n

She could almost hear her mother\u2019s voice. \u201cThe Lord will pro-vide.\u201d<\/p>\n

She looked up into the young soldier\u2019s eyes. His face, weath-ered from the Judean sun, was hard, devoid of any emotion. \u201cThank you,\u201d she said in Greek and with simple humility, with-out even a thought as to who he was or what he might have done. His eyes flickered. Someone shoved her hard from behind and cursed her in Aramaic.<\/p>\n

As she moved away, she was unaware the young soldier still watched her. He dipped the scoop into the barrel again, pouring corn into the hands of the next in line without taking his eyes from her.<\/p>\n

Hadassah sat down on the hillside. She was separate from the others, alone within herself. Bowing her head, she tightened her hands around the corn. Emotion swelled. \u201cYou prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies,\u201d she whispered bro-kenly and began to weep. \u201cOh, Father, forgive me. Amend my ways. But gently, Lord, lest you reduce me to nothing. I am afraid. Father, I am so afraid. Preserve me by the strength of your arm.\u201d<\/p>\n

She opened her eyes and opened her hands again. \u201cThe Lord provides,\u201d she said softly and ate slowly, savoring each kernel.<\/p>\n

As the sun went down, Hadassah felt oddly at peace. Even with all the destruction and death around her, with all the suffer-ing ahead, she felt God\u2019s nearness. She looked up at the clear night sky. The stars were bright and a wind blew softly, remind-ing her of Galilee.<\/p>\n

The night was warm…she had eaten . . . she would live. \u201cGod always leaves a remnant,\u201d Mark had said. Of all the mem-bers of her family, her faith was weakest, her spirit the most doubting and the least bold. Of all of them, she was least worthy.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy me, Lord?\u201d she asked, weeping softly. \u201cWhy me?\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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