![]() ![]() Even now he lies on the bed across the room, watching pictures move on a screen, eating the sticky sweet called Snickers, while I scratch out my tale on this soft-as-silk paper that reads Hyatt Regency, St. Had I known what he would do to me I would have hit him again. You have a holy mission and I will protect you." On the hill where he pulled me from the dust, the angel said, "You will see many strange things. Yes, I have been given the gift of tongues, so I see nothing without knowing the word for it, but what good does that do? Did it help in Jerusalem to know that it was a Mercedes that terrified me and sent me diving into a Dumpster? Moreover, after Raziel pulled me out and ripped my fingernails back as I struggled to stay hidden, did it help to know that it was a Boeing 747 that made me cower in a ball trying to rock away my own tears and shut out the noise and fire? Am I a little child, afraid of its own shadow, or did I spend twenty-seven years at the side of the Son of God? ![]() The angel says I'm supposed to just sit down and write my story, forget about what I've seen in this world, but how am I to do that? In the last three days I have seen more people, more images, more wonders, than in all my thirty-three years of living, and the angel asks me to ignore them. It's one of the things I should have asked him. It's the Greek for messiah, a Hebrew word meaning anointed. Jesus is the Greek translation of the Hebrew Yeshua, which is Joshua. The Savior removed the lizard from his mouth and said, "Which part?"īy the way, his name was Joshua. I watched the lizard die three more times before I said, "I want to do that too." He handed it back to his younger brother, who smote it mightily with the rock, starting or ending the whole process again. Into his mouth went the lizard, and before I could accuse, out it came again, squirming and alive and ready to bite once again. Bewildered, he pushed the dead lizard around in the sand, and once assured that it wasn't going anywhere on its own, he picked it up and handed it back to his older brother. The younger boy played with the lizard for a while, teasing it until it reared its little head as if to bite, then he picked up a rock and mashed the creature's head. The boy took the lizard from his mouth and handed it to his younger brother, who sat beside him in the sand. "Unclean! Unclean!" I screamed, pointing at the boy, so my mother would see that I knew the Law, but she ignored me, as did all the other mothers who were filling their jars at the well. There was a light older than Moses in those eyes. His eyes were like dark honey, and they smiled at me out of a mop of blue-black curls that framed his face. He was six, like me, and his beard had not come in fully, so he didn't look much like the pictures you've seen of him. Just the tail end and the hind legs were visible on the outside the head and forelegs were halfway down the hatch. The first time I saw the man who would save the world he was sitting near the central well in Nazareth with a lizard hanging out of his mouth. You think you know how this story is going to end, but you don't. ![]()
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