Chapter 3 storm set (3)

He knew the mountains like a vulture, and the valleys like the streams.In his silence there is the solitude of the desert, in his speech the fragrance of the garden. Oh, he is a poet whose soul rests in an unattainable pavilion, whose songs are sung for us, but also for others, for people in foreign lands where life is always young and time is always dawn And sing. I used to consider myself a poet.But when I stood before him at Bethany, I understood how the player who plucks the monochord feels before the master of all the instruments; There are trees dancing in the wind. Since I know that my harp has only one string, and that my song neither records the memory of yesterday nor weaves the hope of tomorrow, I have bound my harp and I will be silent.But in the twilight I will turn my ear to the voice of the Most High of poets.

lemy, an apostle My spirits were lifted when he passed by my door one evening. He said to me, "Come on, Lemmy, please come with me." I followed him that day. The next evening, I asked him to come to my house as a guest.He and his friends walked on the threshold of my house and blessed me and my wife and children. I also invited other guests, tax collectors and pedants, who were hostile to Jesus. We sat down at the banquet, and a tax collector asked Jesus, "Is it true that you and your disciples broke the law and lit a fire on the Sabbath?" Jesus replied, "We do light a fire on the Sabbath, and we would like to keep the Sabbath burning, and we would like to burn with our torches all the dry branches of the ages."

Another tax collector said: "We also heard that you drink with low-class people in the inn." Jesus replied, "Indeed, we also want to comfort these people. Have we come here only to share food with those of you who have lost your crown and treasure?" "There are very few unfeathered ones who bravely fight the wind; but there are many full-fledged ones who guard the nest together." "The sluggish and the swift we shall feed with glances." Another tax collector sneered, "Someone said that you want to shelter the prostitutes in Jerusalem. Am I mistaken?"

At this moment, I saw the expression of Jesus like a towering rock in Lebanon.He replied, "And this is true. On the Day of Reckoning, these women will stand before My Father's throne, and they will be washed clean by their own tears. But you, will be bound by the chains of your own will." "Babylon was not destroyed by prostitutes; the reason why Babylon was wiped out for the first time was to prevent the hypocrites in the city from seeing the light of day again." Several other tax collectors wanted to question him, but I motioned them to shut up.I know Jesus will refute them, but they are also my guests, and I don't want them to be humiliated.

In the middle of the night, the tax collectors left my house and left in a huff. At this time, I closed my eyes, and I seemed to see in a trance: seven women in white clothes were standing around Jesus, their arms were folded in front of their chests, and their heads were bowed.I fixed my eyes on this misty dream, and saw clearly the face of one of the women, shining in my dim hallucination. This is the face of a prostitute in Jerusalem. Then I opened my eyes and saw him smiling at me and the remaining guests. I closed my eyes again, and by a light, I saw seven men in white clothes standing around Jesus this time, and I could clearly see the face of one of them.

This is the face of the thief who was later crucified on the right hand of Jesus. After some hours, Jesus and his companions left my house and took their leave. a widow of galilee My son is my heart, my only son.He farmed our own fields, and would have been content with life had it not been for the man named Jesus who spoke in front of the crowd. Then my son suddenly changed, and his spirit seemed to be possessed by a strange and harmful spirit. He left his fields and gardens, and even I.He became a worthless man, a prodigal son of the highway. This Nazarene is a wicked man.Which kind person would separate his son from his mother?

The last words my son said to me were: "I am going to the North Kingdom with one of his apostles. I built my life on the Nazarene.You gave birth to me, so I am grateful to you.But I have to go.Didn't I just leave our family's fertile land and all the gold and silver treasures to you?I took only this suit and a stick. " My son said this and broke up with me. Now, the Romans and the priests caught Jesus and pinned him to death.They did a great job. A man who separates mother and child is not a god-worshipper. A man who sends our children to a foreign city cannot be our friend.

I know my son is not coming back, I can see it in his eyes.That's why I hate this Jesus of Nazareth who left me alone with this uncultivated field and this barren garden. I also hate all who glorify him. Not long ago, people told me that Jesus said, "Those who listen to my voice and follow me are my father, mother, and brother." Why should a son leave his mother and follow in his footsteps? Why does my son forget my breasts and drink from a spring he has never tasted?Why would you leave my warm embrace and go to the cold and unfriendly north? Alas, I hate this Nazarene, I will hate him all my life, because he has taken my heart, my only son.

Jesus' cousin Judas One night in August, we were with our Lord on a wasteland not far from the lake. Jesus is lying on the grass, looking at the stars. Suddenly, two men came running towards us out of breath. They seemed to be in great distress, and they fell down before Jesus. Jesus stood up and asked, "Where do you come from?" One of them replied, "From Marcheros." Jesus looked at him anxiously, and asked again, "How is John?" Judas here is not Judas Iscariot who betrayed Jesus. The man replied, "He was killed today. He was beheaded in prison."

Jesus raised his head, walked forward a few steps alone, and stood among us again after a while. He said: "The king could have killed the prophet long ago, since he was trying to win the favor of his subjects. In the past, the king was more quick when he gave the head of the prophet to the head hunter." "Oh, not for John, but for Herod, who allowed his head to be beheaded. Poor king, like an animal with a nose ring and a leash." "Poor little lords! Lost in their stupor, they stagger and stumble. What do you expect in the rotten waters but dead fish?" "I don't hate kings, let them rule over all, provided they are wiser than all."

Having said this, the Lord looked at the apprehensive expressions of the two men, then at us, and continued, "John was born with wounds, and the blood from his wounds flowed out with his words. Although he is free, he has not yet Free himself from his fetters; he is patient, but tolerates only those who are just and just." "In fact, he is the cry that echoes in the land of the deaf. I love his pain, I love his solitude." "I love how proudly he thrusts his head to the sword before letting it die in the dust." "I tell you the truth: John the son of Zhagilia, the last of his kind, was slain like his predecessors between the temple and the altar threshold." As he spoke, he paced away again. Then he turned back and said: "People who have been in power for an hour always want to kill the monarch who has ruled the roost for years, and they always hold a trial to judge those who were born guilty, and to pronounce the death penalty for those who have never done evil." "The son of Zacharias will live with me in my kingdom, and his days will be long." Then he turned to John's disciple and said, "Everything has its next day, and I myself may be the next day of this event. Go back to my friends of friends and tell them that I will be with them." The two men walked away from us.Their mood seemed to improve. Jesus lay down on the grass again, with his arms outstretched, and gazed at the stars again. It is too late now.I was lying not far from him, and I really wanted to take a rest, but I always felt that a hand was knocking on the door of my sleep. I stayed awake until Jesus and dawn urged me to go back on my way. man from the desert I was a stranger in Jerusalem.I came to this holy city to see the majestic temples and to sacrifice at the altar, because my wife bore two twin sons to the tribe. After offering the sacrifices, I stood on the verandah of the main hall, looking down at the money merchants and the hawkers selling pigeons as sacrifices, and what passed to my ears was the roaring noise in the yard. I was standing like this when suddenly a man came among the money merchants and pigeon sellers. He looked dignified and walked quickly. He had a sheepskin rope in his hand, and he began to overturn the tables of the money merchants and beat the bird sellers with the rope. I also heard him yelling, "Put these birds back in the sky to their own nests." Men and women fled before him, and he drove them like a whirlwind over sand dunes. All this happened in an instant.After a while, the money merchant and others were all driven out of the courtyard of the main hall, only the man stood alone, and his followers were some distance away from him. I turned around and saw another person standing on the porch, and I went up to him and asked, "Sir, who is this lonely man standing like a temple?" He replied, "He's Jesus of Nazareth, a new prophet from Galilee. Everyone here in Jerusalem is rooting for him." I said, "My heart is strong enough to bear his whip; and lean enough to crawl under his feet." Jesus turned and walked towards his followers who were waiting for him. Before he had gone a few steps, three doves from the temple flew back, one landed on his left shoulder, and the other two landed at his feet.He stroked each pigeon gently, then strode forward. Please tell me, by what power did he disperse hundreds of men and women without any resistance?I heard that they all loved him, but no one stood up to him that day.Could it be that he had already pulled out their hatred teeth on the way to the temple courtyard? peter One day at sunset, Jesus led us to the village of Bethsaida, we were exhausted and our faces were covered with dust.We entered a large house in the middle of the garden, and the head of the household stood at the door. Jesus said to him, "These people are exhausted and their legs and feet are aching. Please let them stay in your house. It is cold at night and they need warmth and rest." The rich man replied, "They can't sleep in my house." Jesus said again: "Then let them sleep in your garden!" The rich man replied, "No, not even sleeping in the garden." Jesus turned to us and said, "This is what will happen to you tomorrow. This present situation is like your future. All doors will be closed to you, and even the garden under the stars will not be your couch." "Come on, let's go forward." The rich man became embarrassed, his face changed, he muttered something, and then slipped into the garden shamelessly. We followed Jesus and continued on our way. Babylonian is Larch, an astronomer You asked me about the miracles of Jesus. Every thousand thousand years, the sun, the moon, this earth and its sister planets meet in a straight line, and they confer together for a moment. Then they parted slowly, waiting for the next thousand millennia to come. There is nothing strange except having.but you.Not all seasons are known. What's more, when a certain season turns into a human form and appears concretely? In Jesus the elements that make up our flesh and our dreams are grouped together in regular order.Everything that he didn't have the opportunity to do before, because he has become the time is ripe. They say he gave sight to the blind, made the paralyzed walk, and cast the devil out of the mad. Perhaps blindness is but a dark thought, to be vanquished by burning thoughts; Cast out by the angel of peace and tranquility. It is said that he brought the dead back to life.If you can tell me what "death" is, I will tell you what "life" is. I observed a rafter in a field, so quiet, and seemingly useless.In the spring, I saw that the rafters had taken root and sprouted, and would become an oak tree, flourishing in the sun. You must call it a miracle.But such a miracle will happen a thousand times in every sleepy autumn and every enthusiastic spring. Why doesn't this miracle happen in the human heart?Why don't those seasons meet in the hands or lips of an anointed one? If God gave the earth the art of incubating a seed that seemed dry and dead, why couldn't He make a human heart breathe life into another heart, even one that seemed dead? I have spoken of these miracles, but I think they are dwarfed by the greater miracle which is the Man himself, the Traveler.He who made the best out of my dross, who taught me how to love those who hate me, brought me solace and sweet dreams in my sleep. This is a miracle in my own life. My soul was blind, my soul was deformed, I was possessed by restless spirits, I was a walking dead. But now I can observe clearly, walk upright, my mind is clear, and I am proving and announcing my existence every moment in my life. I am not his disciple, but an aged astrologer who observes the universe once a season, noting its laws and wonders. I have entered the twilight of the years, but if I can find the dawn of the years again, I will seek the youth of Jesus. Twilight is always yearning for youth.For me it is now knowledge yearning for icons. a philosopher When he is with us, he looks at us and our world with magical eyes, because his eyes are not covered by the veil of years, and he sees everything clearly with the light of his youth. Though he knows the depths of beauty, he is always amazed at its peace and majesty.He stood before the earth as the first father of mankind stood before the first day of the beginning. Our senses have been blunted.We stare in broad daylight, but see nothing; we listen, but hear nothing; we open our hands, but we cannot touch; even though all the spices of Arabia are burning, we go our own way, and cannot Smell its aroma. We do not see the farmer returning from the field at dusk, nor hear the flute played by the shepherd as he drives his flock back to the fold; we do not open our arms to touch the setting sun, nor do our noses long for the fragrance of jalen roses. well!We only honor kings who have kingdoms; we shall not hear the harp until our fingers are on the strings; All words come from the lips of flesh, otherwise we would all regard each other as deaf and dumb. In fact, we see without seeing, hear without hearing, eat and drink without tasting.This is what separates Jesus of Nazareth from us. His senses are constantly being renewed, and this world is always a new world to him. To him, the babble of a baby is no less than the cry of all mankind; but to us it is nothing more than a baby babble. To him, a buttercup root is a thought for God; to us it is but a root. Uriah, an old man of Nazareth He's a weirdo among us, his whole life hidden in dark tents. He did not follow the way of our God, but the way of the unclean, the wicked. As a child he refused to suck our natural milk. His adolescence burned like dry grass on fire at night. When he was an adult, he took up arms against us all. Such people are conceived in the low tide of human goodness and born with the evil wind. They will survive the evil wind for a day, and then perish forever. Have you forgotten how pompous he was as a boy, loving to argue with learned elders and laughing at their dignity? Do you remember his youth when he made a living by sawing and chiseling?He never hangs out with our children at the festivals, he wants to be alone. He never answered people's greetings to him, as if he was superior to us. When I met him in the field once, I greeted him, but he just smiled, and I could see arrogance and contempt in his smile. Shortly thereafter, my daughter and her companions went out to pick grapes in the orchard, and she greeted him too, but he didn't answer, he just addressed all the grape pickers as if my daughter wasn't among them. After he left his father and fellow villagers to wander, he became very loud and noisy. His remarks were a thorn in our flesh, and his words still make us ache when we think about them. He can only slander us, including our fathers and ancestors; his sharp tongue is like a poisoned arrow, and it pierces our chest. This is who Jesus is. If he had been my son, I would have handed him over to the Roman army on the Arabian expedition, and I would have asked the officer to put him on the front line, so that the enemy's archers could shoot him and save me from the shame. But I don't have a son, and maybe I should be thankful for that.Because, if my son is the enemy of the people, and I, with my white head and white beard, will go to hell in humiliation, what shall I do? The poet Nicodemus, the youngest of the elders of the Sanhedrin There are many idiots who say that Jesus stood in his own way, against himself; There are indeed many people who come to Uzbekistan who don't know other people's songs except their own. You and I both know: there are those who play with words, and only respect those who play with words more than him; there are those who put their heads in a basket to go to the market, and sell them at the first buyer they see. We have seen Lin Ru swear at the Superman in the sky; we also know what Mei Cao will say about the oak and cedar trees. I pity them for not being able to ascend to the sky. My poor withered thorns can only envy the elm that is not afraid of the seasons. But poor, even with the regrets of all the angels, still can't bring them light. I know the scarecrow, dead in the rye, dead in the singing wind, though his rags flutter in the rye. I know the wingless spider that weaves a web for all that flies. I know those cunning trumpeters and drummers who, amid the noise they make, cannot hear the song of the lark and the east wind through the woods. I know the man who has crossed all the streams but never found the source; I also know the man who has run down all the rivers but dare not run to the sea. I know the man who stretches out his clumsy hand to the architect of the temple, and when his clumsy hand is rebuffed, he curses in his dark heart: "I will destroy all buildings." I know all these people.It was they who, hearing Jesus say one day "I bring you peace" and another day "I bring you sword," found an argument against him. How did they understand that Jesus was actually saying, "I have brought peace to the good-hearted, and I have set up the sword among those who want peace and those who want sword." They were surprised by Jesus who said "My kingdom is not on this earth" and "Give back to faith what is lost", but they didn't know that if they really wanted to be free and enter the kingdom they longed for, they should not Gatekeepers who resist to watch over their needs, they should cheerfully give alms in order to enter the city. "He preached benevolence, kindness and filial piety, yet he ignored his mother and brothers when they sought him out in the streets of Jerusalem," the same people said. They don't know that his mother and brother, out of loving concern, want him back at the carpenter's desk; while he is opening our blindfolds to see the dawn of a new day. His mother and brother wished him to live in the shadow of death, but he would challenge death on a distant mountain to live forever in our sleepless memory. I know those drummers who are aimlessly digging holes in the road, aren't they the ones who accuse Jesus of glorifying himself by saying to everyone: "I am the way and the door to salvation" and even call themselves "life and" resurrection"? But Jesus was claiming nothing more than what May was claiming in her climax. Shouldn't he have revealed such a devastating truth to the world? He has indeed declared that he is the way, the life, and the resurrection of the soul, and I myself am a proof of his truth. Do you remember that I, Nicodemus, once only believed in laws and orders, and I have always been obedient and obedient? But look, now I am striding with life, laughing with the first smiling sun on the mountains, until the sun sets on the couch behind the mountains. Why do you hesitate before the word "salvation"?It is from him that I have been saved. I don't care what tomorrow brings, for I know that Jesus stirs up my sleep and makes my distant dreams my companions in my journey. Have I become a lesser man by putting my faith in a greater man? When the bard of Galilee sang to me, the barriers of bone and flesh fell down, and I was held by a spirit, lifted high into the air, and my wings gathered in the air the song of longing. When I came down from the wind, my wings were clipped in the Sanhedrin, but I protected the song with my ribs, those wingless wings.Nothing that is poor in this world can take away my treasure. I've said enough.Let the deaf bury the whispers of life in their deaf ears!I listened to the sound of his qin with contentment, which was the tune played by holding the qin when his hands were nailed to the flesh and bleeding. Joseph of Arimathea: Ten Years Later In the heart of the Nazarene ran two springs: the one of intimacy with the God he called Father, the other generally of joy which he called "the kingdom above." I miss him in my solitude, tracing these two springs in his heart.On the bank of a spring I meet my own soul; sometimes a beggar and a vagabond, sometimes a princess in a royal garden. I traced another spring in his heart, and on the way I met a man who had been beaten and robbed of his gold and silver, but he still had a smile on his face; See him tear-stained. Later, I also heard the sound of these two springs in my chest, and I was very happy. The day before Pontius Pilate and the elders arrested him, I visited Jesus, and we talked for a long time, and I asked many questions, which he answered with kindness and concern.When I left, I already knew that he is the Lord of our world. It has been a long time since the cedar has fallen, but its fragrance continues, and it will spread to the ends of the world forever. beirut native georges He was talking to his friends in the pine woods outside our fence. I stood near the fence and listened.I know who he is, and his fame spreads all over the land before his future. When he stopped talking, I went up to him and said, "Sir, please come to our house." He smiled at me and said, "Not today, my friend, not today." There are blessings in his words, and his voice makes me feel as warm as adding clothes to the cold night. He turned to his friends again and said, "See, this man does not see us as strangers, he invites us to walk over his threshold, though he has never seen us before." "Truly, there are no strangers in my kingdom. Our life is the life of all others, and life is given to us to understand all people and love them in understanding." "What the Russians do, whether covert or overt, is also what we do." "I warn you, don't be in one me, but gather many in one: the owner of the house, and the homeless wanderer; The songbird; the giver who gives gratefully, and the receiver who is proud and eager to receive." "The beauty of daylight is not only in what you see, but also in what others see." "Therefore I have chosen you out of all that have chosen Me." Then he turned to me and smiled and said, "I'm speaking these words to you too, and you will remember them in your heart." So I begged him: "Master, can't you visit my house?" He replied, "I know how you feel, but I have already visited your larger house." When he and the apostles were about to leave, he said: "Good night, may your house be spacious enough to shelter all the wanderers in the world!" Maria the Great His mouth was like the heart of a pomegranate, and his eyes had deep shadows. He is kind, as one who knows his own strength. In my dream, I saw the kings of the earth standing in awe before the ground. I want to describe his face, but how do I describe it? It is like a quiet night without darkness, and a good day without noise. It was a sad face, but also a joyful face. I vividly remember one time when he stretched out his hand in the air, and his outstretched fingers were as strong as the branches of an elm tree. I still remember him pacing at night.He is not walking, he himself is the road on the road, like the clouds that are above the earth and are about to descend to moisten the earth. But when I stood in front of him and spoke to him, he was human again.His face was full of strength.He asked me, "Miriam, what is your business?" I didn't answer, my wings covered my secret, and my heart became warm. I couldn't bear his gaze any longer, so I turned away, not out of shame, but just out of shame.I would like to be alone in peace and let his fingers touch my heartstrings. Jotham the Nazarene: To a Roman You, my friend, like all Romans, would rather imagine life than how to live it; you would rule nations, but would not be ruled by spirits. You would rather conquer other peoples and be cursed by them than settle down in Rome and be blessed with happiness. You think only of marching armies and ships going to sea. So how can you understand Jesus of Nazareth?He is simple and unpretentious, in the body ~ people, without weapons and ships, he wants to build a kingdom in his heart and an empire in a place where the soul is free. How can you understand this man?Although he is not a soldier, he has inherited the power of the almighty ether. He is not a god, he is human just like us.But in him the myrrh tree of the earth rises high to meet the frankincense of heaven; through his words our jazz embraces the whisper of the invisible spirit; in his voice we hear a An inscrutable song. Yes, we marvel at the fact that Jesus was a man and not a god. But you Romans are only curious about the gods, and no one can surprise you.Therefore you do not understand Jesus. He belongs to the youth of the soul, and you belong to the old age of the soul. You rule us today, but let us wait for another day! Who can say that this man who does not carry weapons and ships will not be the commander of tomorrow? We who seek the spirit shall bleed in following him; but Rome shall be reduced to bones in the sun. We will suffer, but we will endure and we will survive; but Rome will be reduced to ashes. But as soon as Rome, humbled and humbled, pronounces the name of Jesus, he will hear the voice, and he will breathe new life into the bones, and Rome will rise again, and be among the cities of the earth. But he will do this without a sword, nor with a slave to steer his boat.He will act alone. Ephraim of Jericho When he came to Jericho again, I found him and said to him, "Master, tomorrow my son is going to marry a wife. I invite you to come to the wedding feast tomorrow, just as you once came to the wedding feast of Thona in Galilee." He replied, "It is true that I was a guest at the wedding banquet, but I am no longer a guest, and now I am the bridegroom myself." I said again: "I beg you, Master, light; come to my son's wedding feast!" He seemed to be blaming me and said with a smile: "Why do you ask me, isn't your wine enough?" I said, "Master, my wine jar is full, but I beg you to come to my son's wedding feast." He said, "Who knows? Maybe I will come, maybe I will come, if your heart is an altar in your temple." The next day, my son got married.But Jesus did not come to the banquet. Although the house was full of guests, I felt as if no one had come. In fact, I was not there to entertain the guests. Perhaps, when I invited him, my heart had not yet become an altar; perhaps, I was expecting another miracle. Merchant Barka of Tire I believe neither the Romans nor the Jews understood Jesus of Nazareth, nor even his apostles who were spreading his name. The Romans made a great mistake by killing him; the Galileans made a mistake by making him a god. Jesus had a human heart. I have sailed with the fleet across the seven seas, and have done business with princes, nobles, swindlers and profiteers in the streets of distant foreign lands, but I have never seen anyone who understands businessmen like him. I once heard him tell such a fable: A merchant left his country for a foreign land.He had two servants, and he gave each of them a handful of gold, saying, "When I go on a journey, you should also go out and earn money. Do what is right and pay attention to a fair exchange." A year later, the businessman came back. He asked the two servants what they had done with his gold. The first servant replied, "Look, sir, I've made a sale and made a profit." The merchant said, "The profit will be yours, because you have done well and you are true to me and to yourself." Then another servant stood up and said, "Sir, I was worried about losing your money, so I didn't buy or sell. Karma, the gold is still in this pocket." The merchant collected his gold and said, "You little man of faith! It is better to trade and lose money than to do nothing. The wind sows the seeds and waits to reap the fruit, just as all merchants do business. From now on, you will still Go serve someone else!" Although Jesus was not a businessman, what he said revealed the mystery of the way of doing business. Also, his fables often carry my thoughts to places farther than the distant countries I have been to, and closer than my house and furniture. But the young Nazarene was not a god.It is a pity that his disciples managed to make such a sage into a god! Formia, High Priestess of Sidon: To the Priestesses Take your harps and let me sing, Pluck your harps, those gold and silver threads, I will sing of the fearless warrior, It was he who slew the dragon of the valley, Then, with pity, he looked down at the slain monster.Take your harps and sing with me, of the tall oak tree, of the giant with a heart like the sky and a hand like the sea, who once kissed death's pale lips and now trembles in the mouth of life.Take your harps, and let us sing of the fearless hunter of the hills, who aimed his invisible arrows at the beast, and sent horns and fangs to the ground.Take up your harps and sing with me of the heroic youth who conquered the cities on the hills and the cities of the plains that are entrenched like vipers.What he was fighting was not Baoru but a god of heaven, a fierce god who wanted to call our flesh and drink our blood.He is like the most noble golden eagle, only willing to fight the Finn bird in the air, because his wings are huge and proud, and he disdains to dominate the thin-winged chaffinch.Take your harps and sing with me, the joy of sea and cliffs.The gods have been slain and lie on forgotten islands in the sea of ​​oblivion, and the god-slayer is on his throne.He was only a youth, Spring has not yet given him a manly beard, It is still the early summer of youth that comes to his field. Grab your harps and sing with me, Sing of the storm that swept through the woods, This storm breaks dead branches and leafless trees, But let the surviving trees take root deeply in the chest of the earth. Grab your harps and sing with me, Sing the immortal song of our beloved. Oh no, my girls, stop your hands, Put down your harps, We can't sing him now, Our feeble song does not reach his storm, nor drift into his majestic silence. Lay down your harps and come around me, I will repeat his words to you, I will tell you about his deeds, For the echo of his voice, deeper than our passions. Literally Some say Jesus was the enemy of Rome and Judea. But I say that Jesus is not the enemy of anyone and any people. I have heard him say, "The birds of the sky and the hilltops do not care for the vipers that dwell in their black holes." "Let the dead bury the dead. You yourself shall be in the ranks of the living, and fly high." I'm not his believer, I'm just one of the many who followed him to see his face. He watched Rome, and us Roman servants, the way a father watches children playing with their toys and scrambling over the big ones.He is smiling from above. He is greater than the concepts of nation, race, revolution. He understands one person, and he realizes it deeply. He laments every tear in our eyes, nods and smiles at every struggle. We know that he can be born with all the unborn and inspire them to see, not with their eyes, but through his perspective. Jesus is the beginning of a new kingdom on earth that will last forever. He is the descendant of all kings who built spiritual kingdoms. Whoever has the spiritual king will rule our world. Withdrawal You believe what you hear and what you say.Believe what Namo said!For men's silence is closer to the truth than their words. You ask: Could Jesus have avoided his tragic death and saved his disciples from persecution? I replied that he could indeed escape if he wanted to.But he didn't care about personal safety, nor did he care about protecting his flock from night wolves. He knows his own destiny, knows the tomorrow of those who love him loyally, and he predicts what will happen to each of us.He didn't deliberately ask for death, but he accepted death, just like a farmer uses the soil to straighten the grain, accepts the winter, and waits for the spring and the harvest; it is also like a builder using the largest stone to lay the foundation. We Galileans come from the slopes of Lebanon.Our Lord could have led us home, and made us the companions of his youth, and live in our gardens, till old age came, whispering in our ears the ages past. Had any obstacle barred his way from returning to the temple in our village?In the village, people are reading the words of the prophets and then speaking their minds. Couldn't he proclaim, "Now I'm going eastward with the west wind," and dismiss us with a smile on the corner of his mouth? Oh, he could have said, "Go back to your kindred, the world is not ready for me. I will come back in a thousand years and teach your children to wait for my return." He could have done it if he wanted to. But he knows that in order to build the invisible temple, he must make himself the foundation stone, and we, the pebbles of the house, should be laid close together around him. He knew that the sap of his towering tree must be drawn from the roots, so he watered the roots with his own blood.For him, it's not sacrifice, it's gain. Death is the revealer, the death of Jesus revealed his life. If he had fled from you and his enemies, you would have been conquerors of the world, so he did not flee. Only he who expects all gives all. Yes, Jesus could have eluded his enemies and lived his life.But he knows the seasons change, and he loves to sing his song. Who, in the face of a world that is heavily armed, would not exchange a momentary broken piece of jade for the rule of EMI? You are now asking: who killed Jesus, the Romans or the priests of Jerusalem? Neither the Romans nor the priests.It was the whole world standing in awe and kicking him on that hill for the honor. Jonathan One day, my partner and I were rowing in Oasis Lake, surrounded by the mountains of Lebanon. We were boating next to the weeping willow, and the reflection of the willow branches in the water was clearly visible. While I paddled, my lover played the guqin and sang: In addition to the lotus, What flower knows so much about water and sunlight? Except for the lotus heart, What else is so familiar with the earth and the sky?Behold, my love, this golden flower flows high or low in the waves, just as you and I are immersed in the eternal love, immersed in the never-fading love.Row your oars, my love, let me pluck my strings, let us walk along the weeping willows, and don't forget to enjoy the beauty of the water lilies.In Nazareth there was a poet whose heart was like a lotus, who had visited a woman's soul, who knew her thirst from the water, and her well-fed lips hungering for the sun.People say he's walking in Galilee, I say he's boating with us.Did you not see his face, my love?Don't you see where the willow branches meet the shadows, he paddles with us?Lover, how lucky we are to experience the youth of life and the joy of singing in life!I wish you could always hold the paddle in your hand, and I wish I could always pluck the strings, and play his tunes where the lotus flowers laugh in the sun and where the willows hang down into the water.Row your oars, my love, let me pluck my strings.