Chapter 5 storm set (5)

Because he could not find a generous master, he returned to his hometown. power When someone we love dies, all of humanity dies, and everything in the universe comes to a standstill.Sadly.Then it became dark in the east, and a great storm blew up, sweeping over the whole earth.The eyes of heaven opened and closed, and the heavy rain poured into a river, washing away the blood from Jesus' hands and feet. I also died.But somewhere I heard his words: "Father, forgive them! For they do not know what they have done." His voice reached my drowned soul, and I was brought back to shore.

I opened my eyes and saw his white body hanging in the clouds, and the words he had spoken to me took form in me, a new man.I am no longer sad. Who will grieve for the sea with its veil removed, for the mountain that laughs in the sun? Man, how have you ever said such words from the bottom of your pierced heart? Which judge has ever forgiven his own judge?When did love challenge hate with such confident strength? How did such a trumpet sound resound between heaven and earth? Has anyone ever heard before: The slain takes pity on the murderer, and the shooting star stops to dazzle the mouse?

Until the end of time, these words will not die: Father, forgive them!Because they don't know what they're doing. " Although you and I are resurrected again and again, we will remember this. Now I will come into my house, and I will stand at his door, a noble beggar. Pabala of Yamoni Jesus is patient with the stupid, the dull, as winter waits for spring. He is as patient as a mountain in the wind.He responded graciously to the sharp questions of his opponents. He can even keep silent in the face of groundless accusations and verbal criticism, because he is a strong man, But the strong are good at endurance.

Yet Jesus was impatient. He never tolerated hypocrites, never compromised with sycophants and glibs. He also does not want to be dominated by others. He is impatient with some people who do not believe in the light because they are huddled in the shadows, and he is impatient with some people who are only in the air and do not seek signs in their own hearts. He is impatient that some people have to weigh day and night before entrusting their dreams to dawn or dusk. Jesus was patient, but he was also the most impatient person. He will let you weave, even if you live years and years before the loom and the twine.

But he does not allow anyone to tear even an inch of cloth. Polate's Wife: To a Roman Woman I saw him walking with the maids in the woods outside Jerusalem, and there were several men and women sitting around him, and he was talking to them in a language I half understood. Yet people can see pillars of light and mountains of crystal without words; hearts can comprehend mysteries that have never been uttered by the mouth and never heard by the ear. He was talking about love and strength to his friends.I know he is talking about love, because there is a soft note in his voice; I know he is talking about power, because his gestures seem to command thousands of troops.Although his words carried more authority than my husband's, he was very kind.

When he saw me passing by, he stopped talking and looked at me kindly.Immediately I felt humble, and in my soul, I knew I was walking by a god. From then on, whenever I was alone at home without visitors, his image would appear; if I closed my eyes for a moment, his gaze would search my soul.His voice controls my quiet night. I shall be bound forever.But there is peace in my pain and freedom in my tears. Dear friend, you have never met this man, and you never will. He has gone beyond our senses.But of all people, he is now the closest to me. A Man Outside Jerusalem Talks About Judah On the Friday before Passover, Judas came to my house and knocked hard on my door.

When he entered the room, I saw that his face was pale and his hands were shaking like dead branches in the wind.He was drenched as if he had just climbed out of the river because of the heavy rain that night. He glanced at me, his eye sockets were like two black holes, and his eyes were bloodshot. He said, "I hand over Jesus of Nazareth to him and to my enemies." Then he wrung his hands and said, "Jesus said that he would defeat all his enemies, the enemies of our people. I believed and followed him." "When he first summoned us, he promised a mighty and vast kingdom. So we worshiped him reverently, hoping to find a respectable place in his court."

"We see ourselves as kings and are ready to fight back the way the Romans did. Jesus talked about his kingdom and I think he has chosen me to drive his chariot and lead his warriors. I'm willing to follow in his footsteps ." "But I found that he was not after the real kingdom, nor would he save us from the Romans. His kingdom was but the kingdom of the heart. He talked about love, kindness, forgiveness, and the women on the side of the road listened, but mine But my heart became more and more painful, and I became cold." "The King of Judah I had hoped for seemed suddenly to be a flute player, to comfort the caresses of prodigal sons and beggars."

"I loved him as much as the rest of my tribe, and I wished him the hope of saving us from the pagan mold. But once it was found that he would not do anything to liberate us from this, once it was found that he would When I returned what he withdrew to Xinza, I was disappointed, my hope died. I said: Whoever destroys my hope will be destroyed, because my hope and expectation are more precious than anyone's life."" Judas gritted his teeth and lowered his head.He added: "I betrayed him, and he was beaten to death today. Yet when he died on the cross, he died like a king. He died in a storm, like a rescuer, like those who died in the burial , like the giants who lived beyond the stone tomb."

"When he died, he was generous and merciful, and his heart was full of pity, even for me who betrayed him." I said, "Judah, you've made a big mistake!" Judas said, "He died like a king, but why doesn't he live like a king?" I said again, "You have committed a great crime!" He sat slumped on the stool, soundless and endless like a stone I walked up and down the room and I said it again: "You committed a heinous crime!" And Judas said nothing, still as silent as clay. After a while, he stood up facing me, he seemed to be taller, and his voice was like cracking Lin Chan, he said: "I don't feel guilty anymore. I will go to find his kingdom tonight, I will ask forgiveness before him."

"He died like a king, and I shall die like a sinner, but I know he will forgive me." After saying this, he wrapped his wet clothes around his body and said, "Although I have caused you trouble, I am honored to come to you tonight. Will you forgive me?" "Tell your children and your children's children: Judas Iscariot betrayed Jesus of Nazareth to his enemies because he had considered Jesus the enemy of his people." "And that Judas, on the same day that he made his great mistake, came with this king to the steps of his throne, and offered his soul to be judged." "I will tell him: My blood thirsts for man, and my crippled soul desires freedom." Then he leaned his head against the stone wall, and cried: "My God! Why do you burn me with lightless fire, that dreadful name, which men's mouths cannot speak until the fingers of death touch it?" "Why did I endow the people of Galilee with the passion to pursue the unknown land, but burdened me with the desire to get rid of the clan and family? Who is this Judas with blood on his hands?" "Give me an arm and throw him away like an old garment, a shattered piece of aluminum armor." "Please help me accomplish this tonight." "Let me stand outside this wall again." "I am tired of this broken wing of freedom, I would like a bigger prison." "I would like to be a fountain of tears flowing into the sea of ​​suffering, and I would like to receive your mercy instead of asking myself endlessly." Having said this, Judas opened the door of the house and walked into the storm again. Three days later, I went to Jerusalem and heard what had happened.I also heard that Judas jumped from the top of the high rock. I pondered for a long time after that day, and I understood what Judas did.He completed his little life, which hovered like a mist over the lands of Roman slavery; while the great prophet ascended to heaven. What a man hopes for is the kingdom where he himself will be king. Another longs for a kingdom where everyone is king. Sarkis, the old Greek shepherd known as the Madman In one dream, I dreamed that Jesus and my god Pan were sitting in the middle of the forest. They were both 5 by each other's words!You have to laugh, and Jesus' laugh is even brighter.The creek beside them was also laughing.The two of them talked freely. Pan spoke of the earth and its mysteries, of his hoofed brother and his horned sister, of dreams, and of the roots and shoots of trees, and the sap that wakes and grows and sings in summer . Jesus spoke of young plants in the forest, of flowers and fruit, of fruit in seasons yet to come. He spoke of the birds of the air and their singing in the upper world, and of the white deer that God grazes in the desert. Bowei was overjoyed at the speech of this new god, and his eyebrows were beaming when he heard it. Still in this dream, I dreamed that God Pan and Jesus were resting under the shade of a lonely green tree. Then the broadcaster took out his reed flute and played it for Jesus. The trees shook, the Tibetan leather trembled, and I was terrified. Jesus said: "My dear brother, there are clearings in the forest and towering rocks in the sound of your flute." Pan handed the reed flute to Jesus and said, "Now it's up to you to play the flute." Jesus said, "My mouth is not used to your flute. I have this flute." He picked up the flute and played it. I heard the raindrops ticking on the leaves, the streams flowing in the hills, and the snowflakes falling on the mountain tops. My pulse that used to beat with the wind returns to the wind again; my yesterday's The tide beats my shore again.I became Sarkis the Shepherd again.The flute of Jesus turned into a reed pipe in the hands of countless shepherds, calling countless cattle and sheep. At this time, Pan said to Jesus: "You are young and young, and you are more suitable for playing the flute than I am. I have heard your singing in silence, and I have heard your name silently." "Your name sounds sweet, it must rise to the branches with the sap, and it must ride the mountains with its feet." "The name is familiar to me, although my father did not call me by it. It was your flute that brought back my memory." "Now let's play the flute together!" So they played together. Their music moved the heavens and the earth, and all things were astonished when they heard it. I heard the roar of the beasts, the hungry cry of the forest, the long cry of the lonely man, and the complaint of the unknown. I heard the girl's lament for her lover, and the unlucky hunter's gasp for his prey. Later, their music gradually became peaceful, and the sky and the earth sang together. All this is what I saw and heard in my dream. Annas the High Priest He was a scum, a bandit, a charlatan, a boaster.He can only confuse the filthy, disinherited lowlifes.Therefore, he deserves the same fate as all filth. He mocks us and our laws, and mocks our honor and dignity; and he even speaks of destroying our temples, and polluting our holy places.He was shameless, so let him die a shameful death. He was a Gentile from pagan Galilee, from the Northern Kingdom, where Adonis and Ashtat still contended with Israel and its gods. He falters when he quotes the words of our Prophet, but when he speaks of the vulgar language of the untouchable mob, he speaks loudly and deafeningly. What choice do I have but to sentence him to death? Am I not the guardian of the temple?Are you not a defender of the law?Shall I just ignore him and say calmly, "He's a madman, let him rave and babble all by himself, for no mad, possessed man can stand in the way of Israel?" Can I close my ears and let him call us liars, her gentlemen, wolves, poisonous snakes, Zigao of poisonous snakes? No, I can't turn a blind eye to this, because he's not crazy.His head is clear, and with a clear mind, he condemns and attacks us all. Therefore, I let him be crucified.His death is a signal and warning day for his hateful colleagues. I was well aware that I would be blamed for this, even by some of the elders in the denominations.But I am clear now and at the time: Turkey is a human being Judea had been defeated by a foreign enemy.I will make sure that Judea will no longer be conquered by an enemy within. Let not the accursed Northlanders enter our holiest temple, nor let their shadows pass over the ark of God. one of maria's neighbors On the fortieth day after his death, all the women of the neighborhood came to Mary's house to comfort her and sing dirges. A woman's dirge goes like this: Where did my spring go, where did it go? To what other space does your fragrance ascend? In what other fields do you walk? To what sky do you hold your head up and express your thoughts? These valleys will be barren, We will have nothing but dry barren land. All green plants will be roasted by the hot sun, Our orchards will bear sour apples, The grapes of our orchards will be bitter, We shall thirst for your wine, Missing and smelling your thin breath. Where did our early spring flowers go, where did they go? Are you not coming back? Does your jasmine no longer bloom for us? Is your cyclamen no longer standing by our way, Not to mention that our roots are also deep in the fertile soil, Are our endless breaths always climbing high? Jesus, where have you been?Where did you go? the son of my neighbour, Mary, My son's companion, our early spring, Where are you, what field are you going to? Are you not coming back? Will it be worth the climax of your love, Come again to the barren land of our dreams? Fat Ahaz.innkeeper I vividly remember the last time I saw Jesus of Nazareth.At noon that Thursday, Judas came to me and asked me to prepare dinner for Jesus and his friends. He gave me two silver pieces and said, "Go and buy something for dinner." After he left, my wife said, "What an honor." Because Jesus had become a prophet, Has performed many miracles. At dusk, Jesus and his disciples came.They were seated at the table upstairs, but all in silence. They also came last year and the year before.They were in high spirits.Everyone baked cakes, drank wine, and sang our old songs.Jesus was going to talk to them late at night, and then the rest went back to their room and went to sleep, leaving him upstairs because he wanted to be alone after dark.He has been awake, I can still hear his footsteps in bed. But this time, he and his friends were unhappy. My wife had fish from the Lake of Galilee, hawland pheasant stuffed with rice and pomegranate seeds.I brought them a can of Aiba wine. Then I walked away because I felt they wanted to be alone. They stayed until it was dark, and then went downstairs together.Jesus paused for a moment at the top of the stairs, looked at my wife and me, stroked my daughter's head with his hand, and said, "Good night to all of you! We will be back upstairs again, but not for a short time. We will To live until the sun rises." "We'll be back in a little while for more bread and wine. Thank you couple for your hospitality, and we'll miss you when we sit at the table when we get home." I said: "Sir, it is our honor to serve you. It is because of your presence that other shopkeepers envy me. I smile proudly at them on the street, and sometimes make a proud face." He said, "Let all shopkeepers be proud to serve others. For he who delivers the bread and the wine is a brother to those who reap, bind, and thresh the corn, and press the wine in the winery. You are all men You are kind, and you are generous even to the hungry, thirsty, and penniless." Then he turned to Judas Iscariot, who was in charge of the purses of his companions, and said, "Give me two denarii." Judas gave him two denarii and said, "These are the last two denarii in my purse." Jesus looked at him and said, "Soon, not long before, your pockets will be full of money." Then he put two silver coins into my hand and said, "Use it to buy a silk sash for your daughter to wear at Passover in memory of me." He looked at my daughter's face again, then bent down and kissed her forehead, and finally said, "Good night!" he's gone. I heard that what he said to us was written down on parchment by a friend of his.But what I tell you is what I heard from his own mouth. I'll never forget the sound of his voice when he said: "Good night to you" If you want to know more about his story, just ask my daughter.She is a woman now, but still cherishes the memories of her girlhood.She is more willing to talk than I am. Barabbas: The Last Words of Jesus They set me free and chose him.So he ascended, but I fell. They arrested him to make him a Passover sacrifice. I was unchained and walked after him with the crowd, but I was but a living man walking to his own grave. I would have liked to flee to the desert, where shame would be burned in the hot sun. But I walk with those who chose him for my sins. When they crucified him, I stood by. I'm watching, I'm listening, but I seem to be out of my body. The thief who was nailed to his right hand said to him, "Are you also bleeding with me, Jesus of Nazareth?" Jesus replied, "If it hadn't been for the nail that nailed my hand, I would have reached out to shake your hand. We are nailed here together. If only they would bring your cross closer to me." Then he looked down at his mother and a young man standing beside her. He said, "Mother, look at your son standing beside you!" "Mother, behold the man who will bring my blood to the north!" When he heard the cries of the women of Galilee, he said, "Behold, they weep, but I am thirsty" "I was held too high for their tears." "I will not quench my thirst with vinegar and gall." Then he opened his eyes wide to the sky and said, "Father, why have you forsaken us?" Then he said with compassion, "Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they have done!" When he had finished, I seemed to see everyone prostrate before God, begging for forgiveness for having this man stabbed. He said again in a loud voice, "Father, into your hands I commit my soul!" Finally, he held his head up and said, "It's over now, but only on this mountain." He closed his eyes. At this time, lightning tore through the dark sky, and there was a thunder in the sky. I know now that those who killed him and set me free left me with endless torment. His torture lasted only an hour. And I shall remain crucified till the end of my days. Gertius, Captain of the Roman Guard After he was arrested, they handed him over to me.Pontius Pilate ordered me to supervise him until the next morning. My soldiers took him as a prisoner and he obeyed them. In the middle of the night, I left my wife and children and went to inspect the arsenal.I've gotten used to walking around and making sure my barracks in Jerusalem are all right.That night I went to inspect the armory where he was held. My soldiers and some young Jews were playing tricks on him.They stripped him of his clothes, and put on his head the crown of last year's thorns. They made him lean against a post, and danced and yelled before him. They also made him hold a reed in his hand. As I entered, a man cried, "Look, sir, here is the King of the Jews!" I stopped in front of him and took one look at him, feeling ashamed, but I don't know why. I have fought in Gaul and Spain, and I have lived and died with soldiers, and I have never been afraid or cowardly.But when I stood in front of this man, when he looked at me, I panicked.My lips seemed to be sealed and I couldn't speak a word. I left the arsenal immediately. This accident happened thirty years ago, when my sons, who were infants at that time, were now grown up, serving Tarcia and Rome. But I have often referred to him to admonish them, telling them that he faced death with life on his lips, and pity for the murderer in his eyes. Now that I am old, I have lived my life to the fullest.I am convinced that neither Pompey nor Sinza was a greater commander than the Galilean. For after he died without resistance, the earth raised up an army to fight for him... Jesus died, but was more honored than Pompey and Sinza who lived. James the Brother of the Lord: The Last Supper The memory of that night has visited me a thousand times; I now know that it will visit me a thousand times again. The earth will forget the furrows plowed in its breast, women will forget the pain and joy of childbirth, but I will not forget that night. We were all outside the walls of Jerusalem that afternoon when Jesus said, "Let's go into the city now and have dinner at the inn." It was late when we got to the hotel and we were hungry.The owner greeted us and led us upstairs. Jesus made us sit around the table, but he himself stood, looking around. He said to the shopkeeper, "Bring me a basin, a jug of water, and a cloth towel." He turned his eyes to us again and said kindly: "Take off your shoes f" We didn't understand his intention, but we all took off our shoes obediently. The owner brought basins and jugs.Jesus said, "Now I will wash your feet. I will wash your feet from the dust of the old road and give them freedom to walk on the new road." We all felt uneasy and ashamed. Simon Peter stood up and said, "How can I ask my Lord to wash my feet?" Jesus replied: "I wash your feet to let you know that the one who serves people will be the greatest of all." He looked around and said, "The Son of Man who chose you to be brothers, whose feet were rubbed with Arabian medicine yesterday and dried by a woman's hair, now wants to wash your feet." So he took the basin and the jug, and knelt down to wash our feet, starting with Judas Iscariot. Then he sat down with us at the table, his face like dawn rising on a battlefield after a night of bloody fighting. The owner and his wife brought the food and wine. Although I was hungry before Jesus knelt and washed my feet, now I have no appetite.There seems to be a fire burning in my throat, but I don't want to drown it with wine. Then Jesus handed us a loaf and said, "Perhaps we will never share bread together again. Let us eat this bread to remember our days in Galilee." He poured the wine from the jug into the woods, took a sip, and handed it to us, saying, "Drink this wine in remembrance of the thirst we both experienced together and in the hope of drinking new wine. When I am far from you When you go, when you meet here or elsewhere, you should eat the bread as you do now, pour the wine and drink; then look around, and you may see me sitting at your table." After speaking, he began to share fish and chicken for us, just like a bird feeding its chicks. We ate little but were full.We are slightly stained with wine, and feel that this cup seems to be a gap between this place and that hometown. Jesus said again, "Before we leave the table, let us rise up and sing the joyous hymn of Galilee." So we stood up and sang together, and he sang loudest, and every word he sang lingered. He glanced at all of our faces and said, "Now I'm saying goodbye to you, let us go beyond this wall and go to Gethsemane." John the son of Zebedee asked, "Lord, why are you saying goodbye to us tonight?" Jesus replied, "Don't be troubled by this. I say goodbye to you only to dry my Father's hair. There is a place for you in the house. If you need me, I will come back to you. Yours Wherever the spirit seeks, I will present it." "Don't forget: thirst leads to wine, hunger leads to marriage." "In remembrance you will find the Son of Man, for remembrance is the source of bliss and the way to fatherlessness." John added, "If you really want to leave us, how can we be in a good mood? Why do you talk about separation?" Jesus replied, "The hunted stag knows the hunter's bow before it feels the arrow in its breast; the river knows the sea before it reaches its shore. The Son of Man has traveled the journey of all." "Before other almond trees burst into bud in the sun, my roots shall reach the heart of another field." At this time Simon Peter said: "Lord, don't leave us now and deprive us of the joy you have brought us. We would like to accompany you to the ends of the earth." Jesus patted Simon Peter on the shoulder and said to him with a smile: "Who knows if you will deny me before this night is over? Will you leave me before I leave you?" Then suddenly he said, "Let's go now." He took us out of the hotel.But when we reached the city gate, Judas the Carlu was no longer there.We passed through the valley of Jehanam.Jesus walked far ahead, and we followed closely next to each other. When he came to an olive grove, he stopped and turned to us and said, "Let's rest here for an hour." Although it is sunny spring, it is still chilly at night.The mulberry trees were putting out their young leaves, the apple trees were in bloom, and the woods were fragrant. We each found a tree and lay down nearby. I wrapped my clothes and lay down under a pine tree. Jesus paced alone in the olive grove, and I watched him while others were asleep. He would stop suddenly and then continue to walk back and forth, stopping and going several times. Later, I saw him raise his head towards the air, raise his hands, and stretch them to the east and west sides. He once said once before: "Heaven, earth, and hell are made of men." Now that I think of his words, I see that he who walks in the olive grove is a man made in heaven.I thought the womb of the earth was not a beginning and a source, but a chariot, a respite, a moment of astonishment.In the valley of Jehannam, which lay between him and the "Holy City," I saw hell. While he stood, I lay wrapped on the ground and listened to his voice.But he didn't speak to us, I only heard him say "Father" a few times. After a while, he lowered his arms and stood still in my field of vision like a cypress tree. Finally, he came up to us again and said, "Wake up, wake up, my hour has come, the whole world is armed against us." "Just now, I heard the voice of my Father. If I cannot see you again, remember: the conqueror finds peace only when he is conquered." When we stood up and gathered around him, his face was like a starry sky in the desert. He kissed each of us on the cheek, and as he kissed me I felt his lips heat up like a child's hand in heat. Suddenly, we heard a noise from a distance, and it seemed that there were many people coming.When the noise got closer, I saw a group of people hurrying towards with lanterns and sticks in their hands. When they came to the hedge, Jesus went forward to them.It turned out that Judas Iscariot was leading them. Roman soldiers held paddles and spears, and Jerusalemites held clubs and pickaxes. Judas came up to Jesus, kissed him, and told the soldiers, "This is the man." Jesus said to Judas, "Judas, you have been patient with me. You could have done this yesterday." Then he turned to the soldiers and said, "Catch me now, but your cage should be big enough for these wings." Then, shouting loudly, they threw themselves upon him and seized him. And we all ran away in terror.I fled alone into the olive grove, terrified and filled with fear. For the remaining two or three hours of the night, I ran and hid here and there.At dawn, I found myself in a small village near Jericho. Why did I leave him?I have no idea.But what makes me sad is that I did leave him.I am a coward who runs away from his enemies. I was distraught and ashamed.When I returned to Jerusalem, he was imprisoned and had no friends to speak to him. He was nailed to the cross, and his blood fertilized the new surface of the earth. I am still alive, living by the honey of his sweet life. Simon of Cyrene On my way to the fields I saw him carrying a cross, followed by a crowd. So I also walked beside him. The weight of the cross made him stop several times because he was exhausted. At this moment, a Roman soldier approached me and said, "Come here, you are strong enough to carry this man's cross." When I heard this, I was very excited and moved.I carried his cross. The cross was heavy because it was made of aspen wood soaked in the winter rain. Jesus looked at me and said, "Would you like to drink this cup too? You will really drink from the rim of this cup with me." While speaking, he put his hand on my empty shoulder.Let's go to Dice Mountain together. Now I no longer feel the weight of the cross, I only feel his hand on my shoulder, and I feel like a bird's wing has grown on my shoulder. We have come to the top of the hill where they will kill him. At this time, I felt the weight of the cross. He said nothing, did not grunt as the nails went into his hands and feet.His limbs did not tremble under the blow. His hands and feet seemed to be dead, and he could only be revived after being bathed in blood.At the same time, he seems to be seeking to be crucified, just like a prince seeking a scepter.He longs to be lifted up on high.It was not pity for him that was on my mind, for my mind was full of wonder. Now the man for whom I crossed becomes my cross. If people say to me again, "Come and carry this man's cross," I will carry it till my path ends in the grave. But I also asked him to put his hand on my shoulder. This was many years ago.So far, whenever I walk along the furrows to the fields, whenever I feel drowsy, I often think of this lovely man. I feel his winged palm, right here, on my left shoulder. Judah's mother Zepolis My son is a good man with integrity.He treats me kindly and filially.He loves his people and countrymen, and hates our enemies, the wicked Romans, for they wear purple instead of weaving, and hoard grain instead of tilling. When my son was seventeen, he was arrested for shooting an arrow at a Roman procession passing through our vineyard. At that age, he used to talk about the glory of Israel to other young people, and said many strange things that I didn't understand. He is my son, my only son. He sucked the life out of my now withered breasts; he once grasped my fingers, which are now like trembling reeds learning to walk in this garden. At that time, my hands were as fresh and smooth as Lebanese grapes.With these hands, I wrapped my son's first pair of shoes in a linen towel my mother gave me for storage.I still keep the shoes in the cupboard by the window. He is my newborn child, who took his first steps locally, and I also took my first steps, because mothers only travel far under the guidance of their sons. Now people tell me that he has committed suicide, that he threw himself from a high rock in remorse for betraying his friend Jesus of Saleh. I know my son is dead.But I believe he didn't betray anyone because he loved his family and hated only the Romans. MY Son seeks the glory of Israel and it shows in everything he says and does. When he met Jesus on the highway, he left me and followed him.I knew in my heart that it was wrong for him to follow anyone. When he bid me farewell, I said he had made a mistake, but he didn't listen. Our children will not listen to us, any more than today's high tide heeds the advice of yesterday's tide. I beg you not to press any further questions about my son. I loved him and will always love him. If love existed only in the body, I would burn the body with a branding iron to find peace; but love exists in the soul, which cannot be touched. Now I don't want to say any more.Ask another woman, who is more respected than Judas' mother. Go ask the mother of Jesus.The sword pierced her heart too, and she will tell you about me, and you will understand. The Women of Byblos: A Lament Cry with me, girls of Ashtat, all lovers of Tammuz! Let your hearts melt and rise and flow in blood and tears, For he, made of gold and ivory, is no more. The wild boar struck him down in the dark forest, and pierced his flesh with his sharp teeth. He sleeps now under the cover of old leaves, His footprints will no longer awaken the seeds sleeping in spring's bosom, His voice no longer comes to my window with the dawn, I will always be alone. Cry with me, girl of Ashtad, Tammu Hereby all lovers! For my love has left me, His speech is like the sound of rivers, His voice is the Li Sheng brother of the times, his mouth is red pain that has become sweet, and the bile between his lips is about to turn into molasses.Cry with me, girls of Ashtat, all lovers of Tammuz! Weeping together in his coffin like stars shedding tears, Moon petals fell on his wounded body. Let your tears soak the silk covering of my bed, That's where my beloved sleeps in my dreams, When I woke up he was gone again. I implore you, girls of Ashtat, all lovers of Tammuz! Open your breasts and weep, comfort me, Because Jesus of Nazareth is dead. Mary Magdalene: Thirty Years Later I will say it again: Jesus conquered death with death and rose from the grave in spirit and power.He walks alone in our solitude, he is a guest in the garden of our passions. He is not lying in a rock hewn behind a stone. We who adore him have seen him with eyes enlightened by Earth, and touched him with hands taught by him. I understand those of you who do not believe in him, I was one of you in the past, but your numbers will surely decrease. Must you break a harp or a lyre to discover the music in it? Do you have to cut down a fruit tree to believe it bears fruit? You hate Jesus because some in the northern kingdom say he is the Son of God; but you hate each other because each of you thinks you are great and you don't want to be another's brother. You hate him also because some say he was born of a virgin, not a seed sown by a man. But you don't know the mothers who go to the grave virgins, or the men who go down to the grave choked by their own desires. You do not know that the earth was married to the sun, but it is the earth that delivered us to the mountains and deserts. Between those who love others and those who hate others, between believers and unbelievers, there is a gulf wide open. And when the years have bridged the gap, you will know: He who dwelt among us is immortal; that he is truly the Son of God, as we are the Son of God; Born of the earth without a husband. Strange to say, the earth has not given unbelievers the roots to suck her breast, nor the wings by which to soar high and drink the nectar of her air. And I know it all, and that's enough. A man from Lebanon who nine centuries later Lord, great singer, The master of Song Daozhiyan! Since your hasty visit we greet briefly, I was born seven times and died seven times. Now I am born again, Thinking of the days and nights in the mountains, When your tide lifts us up. Afterwards I crossed many lands and seas, Wherever saddle or sail takes me, Your name is used in prayer or argument. People bless you or curse you, A curse, nothing more than a protest against failure; Blessing is a hymn made by pig hands: Sing when he comes back from the mountains to bring delicious food for his wife.Your friends are still with us, giving us comfort and solidarity, and your enemies are still there, giving us strength and confidence.Your mother is with us, I saw her expression on the faces of all the mothers. She gently rocked the cradle with her hands, and gently put on the mortuary clothes for the dead with her hands.Mary Magdalene is still among us, who tasted the vinegar of life, and drank the wine of life afterwards. Judas, who is suffering and has petty ambitions, also walks on the earth. Even now, when he is hungry and hopeless, he still holds his own food and finds his "big self" from self-war.John, the beauty-loving youth, is here too, Although no one paid attention to his singing, he still sang.Reckless Simon Peter, who disowns you, and lives longer for you, sits by our fireside; and may he disown you again before the next dawn, But he was willing to be crucified for you, and said he was not worthy of the honor.Caiaphas and Annas continued in their old ways, Judge the guilty and the innocent, They sleep soundly on couches covered with feathers, And the one they judged was getting a great whipping. The woman who was captured during the construction, And walk the streets of our cities, She yearns for baked wood, Enduring loneliness in an empty room. Pontius Pilate is here too, standing before you in awe, still questioning you; But he dared not risk his position, I dare not ignore the power of alien races, He was still washing his hands. To this day, Jerusalem still holds the basin, and Rome still holds the jug, Thousands of hands between the two places are waiting to be washed. Lord, great poet, Master of the words that have been sung! People built temples to shelter your name, Raise your cross on every high place, As a sign to guide their wavering feet, But not to win your favor. Thy joys are mountains beyond their sight, And it doesn't make them feel comfortable. They would honor the incomprehensible, And a man like them, If you are as good as they are, Or a deity with equal love, His mercy is no different from theirs, What consolation can such a person or spirit bring? They do not honor the man, the living, That opened eyes, with unshakable gaze, irrelevant.The first to gaze at the sun, no, they don't know him, and don't want to be his kind.They will not be known, they will walk in solitary ranks, they will bear sorrow, their sorrow, they will not be soothed by your joys, their aching hearts will not seek comfort in your songs, they will be silent and not The pain of forming makes them lonely and unvisited creatures.Although they are among their relatives and relatives, they live in fear with no one to accompany them.However, they don't want to be alone. When the west wind blows, they will bow to the east.They call you king, they want to enter your court, they name you Messiah, they want to anoint themselves with holy oil, sniff, they want to live upon your life. Lord, great singer!Your tears are like the rain of May, your smile like the waves of the vast sea, and when you speak, your words are the distant whispers when their lips are burning with fire. You laughed for their marrow that was not yet ready to laugh, you wept for their eyes that were still dry, your voice cultivated their thoughts and perceptions, your voice nourished their words and breath.I was born seven times and died seven times, Now I rise again, and I see you, warrior of warriors, poet of poets, king above all kings, half-naked among your fellow travelers.Every day there are bishops who bow their heads and say your name.Every day a beggar begs, "For Jesus' sake, give me a penny for a loaf of bread." Each of us begs each other, but we are begging you.In the spring of our needs and desires, like a surging high tide, when our autumn comes, like a retreating low tide, we all call your name whether we are high or low: Master of infinite mercy!Lord, master of our lonely hours!Here and there, between cradle and tomb, I have met your silent brothers, the unfettered free men, your mother Earth and son of the universe.They are like the birds of the air, and like the lilies of the field.They live your life and ponder your thoughts.They echo your singing.However, they were empty-handed, and they did not suffer the great pain of being crucified, which is also their pain.The world crucifies them every day in insignificant ways, and the heavens are not shocked by it, and the earth does not ache for the dead.They were tortured, but no one witnessed their suffering. They looked around, but they couldn't find anyone who promised them a place in their kingdom.But they are willing to suffer this torture again and again, hoping that your God will be their God, and your father will be their father.Lord, great lover!In fragrant enclosures the princess waits for your coming, the married celibate in her cage, the prowling whore in her shameful street, the husbandless nun in her convent, the childless woman One waits at the window: the frost forms a forest pattern on her glass, she sees you in this harmonious painting, She wants to caress and comfort you like a mother.Lord, great poet, master of our silent desires!The heart of the world beats with your heart, but it does not burn for your songs; The world sits and listens to you with quiet pleasure, but it does not rise up and climb the ledge of your mountain.Man will dream your dreams, but will not wake to your dawn—his greater dreams; He will watch with your eyes, but he will not come with heavy steps to your throne.On the contrary, there are many people enthroned as kings in your name, promoted to bishops with your power, and use your precious presence to make the crowns they wear and the powers they hold in their hands.Lord, master of light!Your eyes are on the groping fingers of the blind, and you are still despised and ridiculed, saying that you are too weak to be a god, a god with too much humanity to worship.The masses and hymns they say, the vows and prayers they make, are for their imprisoned selves, and you are their still-distant selves, their distant call, their passion.But lord, lord with a big heart, ride on our more beautiful dream!You are still advancing today, bows and arrows and spears can not stop your footsteps, you walk through our arrow forest, you look down and smile at us, although you are the youngest of us, you take care of us like a father everyone.O poet, O singer, O great heart!May our God bless your name, the womb that conceived you, the breast that nourished you.May God forgive us all. Translated by Xue Qingguo