As Far As You Can
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David Fiensy has spent the last thirty years publishing twelve volumes, doing archaeological field work, and teaching about first-century-AD Israel""the exotic, fascinating, and violent time period that serves as the background to the study of the New Testament Gospels.
Based on this personal history he wrote As Far as You Can. It is a story in the genre of historical fiction containing a murder mystery, a romance, a spiritual quest, and a cultural critique set against the backdrop of the tragic Jewish War against Rome in AD 66""73.
The novella is an action story with plot twists and a surprise ending. But the overarching question is the one asked by so many believers and nonbelievers today: how do I know God is at work in a world so full of evil? All of us have had times when we felt God did not notice us.
David A. Fiensy
David A. Fiensy is Professor of New Testament and Dean of the Graduate School of Bible and Ministry at Kentucky Christian University. He also serves as Associate Director of the Shikhin Excavation Project. His previous publications include The Social History of Palestine in the Herodian Period (1991) andJesus the Galilean (2007).
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As Far As You Can - David A. Fiensy
As Far As You Can
David A. Fiensy
Copyright © 2018 by David A. Fiensy
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Lower Galilee
Prologue
AD 67
It looked like a small oil lamp sitting perhaps just across the room—a tiny light, a spark in the otherwise total darkness. Only when his eyes focused and his mind took over did he realize it was a human being on a fiery cross set on a hill. Then there were two, then three, then four. On it went into the hundreds. Horrible illumination.
He cursed the day fire was discovered. He cursed the light.
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Let the day I was born vanish . . . let darkness and impenetrable gloom take it away.
(Job 3:3,5)
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The Village of Shikhin in Lower Galilee, Israel (AD 48, Dusk)
Elazar sat on a mat in a dimly lit room of his two-room house. As he stroked his short black beard, he stared blankly at the mud-plastered wall in front of him. He glanced up at the wattle-and-daub ceiling. He had built the house himself only three years ago when he was preparing to marry at age eighteen. Well, he did not build it entirely himself; he had the help of the village. A master carpenter from a neighboring village had guided them, and they just did what he said. Of course, many older men had already helped build similar houses for others.
But it is a good house, thought Elazar. Solid and warm in winter.
Stay out of that room, Susanna,
Elazar called to his toddler.
Mommy hurt!
Susanna cried.
Mommy is fine. Stay in here with me.
Mommy cry!
Just stay with me and be quiet.
Elazar never knew how to handle the girl. She is so emotional, he thought to himself. He contemplated for a few seconds her tiny face and her dark hair. She looks a lot like her mother.
Elazar both worried and exulted on this night. The moaning coming from the adjacent room both scared and excited him. His second child was about to be born. He loved his little girl but yearned for a son. As the forefathers said, A girl is only trouble and worry; a son brings true glory to the family.
He needed a son! With a son his father would be proud of him and he would pass on to him the precious family heirloom, the token of his valiant warrior ancestor, the mark of a true heir to the family’s name.
His midwife stuck her head out of the back room and whispered, It shouldn’t be long now. The baby is almost here.
He has used this midwife before. She actually saved the life of his first child, his two-year old girl, Susanna, who was born breech. Elazar did not understand what the problem was and was not very interested anyway. He only cared that his child was a girl. A man must have a son. If this one is not a son, the village might question his manhood.
These midwives seem awfully calm about these matters, thought Elazar. I do hope she knows what she is doing this time. When I think of my sixteen-year-old wife, Hannah, in there in pain—but when I also think of my child coming into the world!
Elazar let his mind dream about the praise he expected to receive from the village if his wife produced a son for him this night. Many will gather around the child in eight days for its circumcision and marvel at how strong he looks and how handsome he will be someday. It will be a glorious day for Elazar.
On this same night, Samuel, a man in his late forties, sits in a dimly lit room. He has lived alone since his wife died and his children grew up. Usually, a son would live in the same house as the patriarch of the family, perhaps in a small room on the roof. But when his son, Elazar, married, both father and son seemed to prefer a new residence on the other side of the village. It was the talk of the village for a while, but neither one paid any attention. It became clear they both preferred to live apart.
Smiling, Samuel slowly rises from his mat. He goes to a wall, scrapes away the mud plaster in a spot known only to him, and pulls out a stone. Behind the stone is a knife wrapped in a woolen rag. He pulls out the ornate weapon. The blade is silver with an ivory handle inlaid with gems: red carnelian stones, blue sapphires, and green emeralds. He chuckles lightly, speaking to himself, Tonight, maybe I will pass you to my son if, God willing, my daughter-in-law has a boy. Only a man with a son is worthy to possess this trophy.
While Samuel admires the dagger, a solitary figure moves quietly through the village. The traveler has wrapped his keffiyeh, or headscarf, completely around his head and face, revealing only tiny slits for his eyes. Our traveler wants to remain unrecognizable. He moves as quietly as the terrain will allow, twisting along alleys, always looking ahead.
As he walks, dogs bark, and off in the distance, jackals whine. The stars cast only a dim light on the streets as the retreating sun leaves the village bathed in darkness. Still the solitary figure moves through the village. He can hear the crunch of small stones under his sandals and the soft scampering of lizards escaping from his path.
He walks on. He hears husbands and wives arguing as he passes courtyards. Someone sees him walk by and calls out, Shalom!
He waves a greeting without saying a word or turning his head and walks on. He weaves around the alleys of the village, avoiding the courtyard gates where possible.
Finally, at the southern edge of the village, he arrives at his destination. He enters Samuel’s courtyard and stands quietly at the opened door to his dwelling.
The traveler watches silently as Samuel admires the knife, a symbol of bravery and strength to his family. Samuel’s face shows a combination of admiration and fascination. His eyes are wide and strange, almost glassy. He has the look of someone obsessed, mesmerized. The dim light of his single oil lamp casts a reflection on the silver blade, slightly illumining Samuel’s fascinated eyes.
Samuel smiles broadly and speaks to himself. My ancestor captured you in battle in the days of Yehudah Maccabee. I must remember the story. I will practice the story to tell it in the morning to the synagogue. I need to remind the village of my family’s glory.
Samuel lifts his head and recites as if to an audience:
"We read in the book of the Maccabees . . .
‘Then Apollonius brought together the pagans from Samaria, a great army, to make war against Israel. Yehudah knew this and went out to meet him. He struck him and killed him. And Yehudah captured the sword of Apollonius and used it in battle the rest of his life.’¹
"They wrote this tale, but there was another story no one wrote—except on the hearts of my ancestors. Someone else took a battle trophy that day. Among the men fighting with Yehudah that day was our ancestor, Elazar, the same name as my son—would that my son were more like his namesake! He was a mighty warrior who led his own company of men in the battle.
"But before the battle in which Yehudah Maccabee killed the Syrian general, our valiant ancestor, Elazar, came forward and challenged the champion of the Syrians to a duel. Let me see. What were the words he said? I tell this story so rarely. I think they were something like this:
‘Let your bravest man come out and fight me, one on one. Don’t keep hiding behind your lines like an army of little girls! Are you afraid of this Jewish man? Can’t you fight a real man? Would you rather send out your women to fight me?’
"So challenged my noble ancestor, Elazar, those Syrian dogs. Then a warrior of the enemy, a champion of many battles, raged at the insults that Elazar threw at them and dared to come forward from his battle lines and charge at Elazar with spear and shield. Elazar blocked the spear thrust with his shield, and then with a single thrust of his own, he brought his sword through his enemy’s throat, nearly decapitating him. He took spoils from the dead Syrian officer, including this ornate, jewel-encrusted knife.
"People said that the finest Greek craftsman in the city of Antioch of Syria had made the knife as a gift from General Apollonius. It has ever since been an heirloom of God’s blessings on our house. It testifies to our family’s honor and valor. My ancestor, Elazar, was a man!
I received you from my father when my son, Elazar, was born. A man must have a son to be worthy of this trophy. Now, if my daughter-in-law gives birth to a boy, I will pass this token of bravery to my son. It will continue to bring glory to our family.
Elazar sat patiently on his mat, occasionally looking at his tiny daughter. She was playing with a little clay doll Elazar had fashioned for her. Then the midwife came from the side room and