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THE DIVINE HISTORY OF JESUCHRISTTHE
HEART OF MARY.
LIFE AND TIMES OF THE HOLY FAMILY
Cristo
Raúl de Yavé y Sión
CHAPTER
I:
"I AM THE FIRST AND THE LAST" 2BIRTH OF JESUS
LADY ELIZABET IN NAZARETH
The news of the death of Jacob
of Nazareth fell on the house of his in-laws and other relatives in Jerusalem
with the force of a cyclops without eye, destroying houses and crops blindly.
Cleophas and his wife, Mary's grandparents on her mother’s side, wanted to rush
up to Nazareth.
Prudence advised Zechariah and
his Saga to keep their distance, to go up later to Nazareth, to leave it for a
better occasion, lest by going all together they should arouse suspicion in the
court of King Herod. Any one of the king's spies might find it strange that a
whole character of the category of the son of Abijah was interested in the fate
of a simple peasant of Galilee. And directing the tyrant's attention to the
house of Solomon's Daughter was the last thing Zechariah could afford.
“Thou shalt do what thou wilt,
O man of God”, with these words Elizabeth closed the discussion with her
husband as to whether or not it was advisable to leave Jerusalem at
that moment. “You shall do what you will”, Elizabeth repeated to him, "but
this daughter of Aaron is running out right now to embrace the child of her
soul."
Elizabeth, wife of Zechariah,
future mother of John the Baptist, older sister of Anne's mother, and therefore
maternal aunt of the Widow was by these coincidences of Life: the
great-grandmother of the Virgin.
Like Zechariah, her husband,
Elizabeth belonged to the Aaronic caste from among whose houses the members of
the Sanhedrin were chosen. By this I do not mean anything except that the
education of the future mother of the Baptist did not conform to the education
that other Hebrew women usually received. And if we add to this the fact that
Elizabeth was predestined from her mother's womb to be the wife of the
Baptist's father, I believe that from this position of Providence the gates of
time are open to whoever dares to cross them.
For so it is, Elizabeth of
Jerusalem, the Virgin's great-grandmother, was the elder sister of the mother
of the Widow of Jacob of Nazareth.
And so it was done;
Elizabeth ran off to Nazareth in the company of Cleophas and his lady, the
parents of Anne, Mary's mother.
Cleophas, the Widow's father,
was therefore Elizabeth's brother-in-law.
Cleophas married Elizabeth's
younger sister and they had Anne, her niece Anne, her morning star, the star of
those eyes that wept so much at the impossibility of not being able to have
children.
By the time Elizabeth,
Cleophas and the lady arrived in Nazareth, the Virgin's father was already in
his tomb. The inhabitants of Nazareth had returned to their daily lives.
The arrival of her parents and
her aunt Elizabeth reawakened in the eyes of the Widow that river of tears that
now lay dormant as if dead, and that exceptionally came to life again when
visitors stopped to console her. She did not know, could not, would not live
without her husband.
For the Widow of Jacob of
Nazareth her aunt Elizabeth was that person that all children miss in their
parents. Parents are honored, but to that other
person everything is confessed. It was therefore logical that it was to Aunt
Elizabeth that the Widow discovered the event.
As always, after a river of
tears.
The House of Abiud, son
of Zerubbabel, son of Salathiel, son of
Solomon, king and biblical father of the family of the Virgin, was a
farmhouse of the Persian stately times. Except for the barns, the entire building
was of hewn stone, even the stables.
Where today stands the bunker
of the Annunciation, yesterday a mansion half- farmhouse half-fortress was
erected: The Storknest.
The main hall of the house had
the walls adorned with the oldest and most impressive weapons. There were those
of all periods from the Empire of Nebuchadnezzar II to the Empire of the
Greeks. Also against one of the walls of the main hall of the house
the masons of the time opened a large fireplace, like a cave. By the fire of
that chimney sat Aunt Elizabeth and her niece Anne. Cleophas and his wife had
taken their grandchildren to bed.
The Widow then started letting
flow from her eyes a river of tears. If the walls could talk, they would say
that the Widow made a in a while lake to give half of Africa a bottle.
Aunt Elizabeth always found a
way to cut those flood waters. Well, Anne was her little sister's daughter, but
as if she were the daughter she never had, Elizabeth loved her niece more than
if she had been her own daughter. That's putting it mildly. But that thing, of
bursting into tears, falling into an eternal silence, bursting out again, that
was not normal.
“What's the matter, Annie?”
asked Isabel, worried. “Why did you wait for your parents to leave before
bursting into tears like that? We are already alone. Come on, tell
me”. Elizabeth tried to find out what was wrong with her niece.
The Widow opened her lips. She
opened them, yes, but she never managed to string together a complete sentence.
“My Mary...Aunt...”
“What's wrong with your Mary,
Anne?”
“Aunt...me...my Mary...”
She never finished. With the
temper that woman had, and the infinite patience she had with her niece.
“When you calm down, tell me
about it, Anne”.
This happened in a very long
time.
The stuffed bear that occupied
the corner of the main room, had he been alive, he would have despaired by now.
Over the fireplace a lion's head native to Assyria yawned expectantly.
Elizabeth was still staring
into the fire when the Widow managed to finish the story about her eldest daughter's
Vow.
“Repeat that to me,
Anne”, marveling, asked Elizabeth.
“You see? I knew you
wouldn't believe it”, and the Widow started up again.
At dawn, the Baptist's mother
was aware of the event that would change the course of the History of the
Universe.
“That yes, Aunt, my Mary will
not remove the veil of mourning for her father until she sees my child of
months married and well married. What have I done, Lord? And you know how my
Mary is; if she were a man her word would be the last thing she would break.”
How well the Widow knew her
eldest daughter!
THE HOUSE OF JOSEPH THE
CARPENTER
Let us now enter a little into
the story of Joseph, the future husband of the Mother of Jesus.
The clan of the carpenters of
Bethlehem experienced a very strong economic pull following the birth of
Joseph. This is not the place to go into intimate details about the life of
Joseph the Carpenter's parents. In due time we will open the door as one who
draws a veil and we will see face to face the truth of that intimacy
that for now and until then I will leave in the air. The reason for doing so
will be understood later. In order to overcome the trance, let us say
that too deep an incursion into the life of the parents of Joseph the Carpenter
would break the rhythm of this story. So let’s move on.
Heli, Joseph’s father, brought
into the world many children, females and males. The man was in the
fullness of his joy when one day his strength gave out too, and he died.
Heli died as all things die,
from exhaustion. Especially in those days the cause of death of men
was that, work. They died of exhaustion. There were the taxes, the
tithes, the interest. The workers barely reached their forties healthy; at
fifty they were half dead. At sixty they were already dead. Only the rich and the
tyrants reached their seventies. Those who reached eighty were either saints or
monsters. Heli, Joseph’s father, was neither one nor the other. Just
another laborer selling his children's
lives against planks and nails. So when he died, Heaven took to its
glory another of the good guys.
As we can see, Death was
following in the footsteps of his enemies. Having no one to wield the sword
against them, Death itself lashed out directly against the two messianic
houses. Invisible, silent, it struck with the only weapon at its service: the
scissors of the Fate. Blind, Death wrote in the families of
its enemies black pages. But from the light of the one who governs
the destiny of the universe, God let the Serpent move at ease.
But let us leave the
chronicles of Hell and its defeat. Let us put our feet back on solid ground. To
remember ruins and miseries there is always time.
After the death of Heli, son
of Mattath of Bethlehem, the Birth-right made Joseph a father to his
brothers and sisters. This right did not include the duty to remain unmarried
until the last member of his household had formed his own family. In fact,
marriage to Solomon's Daughter - Mary was by then his Fiancée - drew nearer
with each passing year. Joseph must have been about twenty years old when his
father went to the Paradise of the good. Mary must have been a few years
younger.
It was around that time that
Mary's father died also. And so it was that the two men who had vowed to marry
their children, they suddenly disappeared from the scene. All their lives they
had dreamed of seeing Joseph and Mary married, and overnight a twist of fate
stole the dream from their eyes.
Elizabeth was worried:
What was to become of the future of the oath that Jacob of Nazareth and Heli of
Bethlehem had sworn before her husband, Zechariah, son of Abijah the priest?
The two men who had pledged to
unite Joseph and Mary in marriage when age would dictate it, now gone, dead,
Mary and Joseph were free to go ahead and take their parents' oath as their
own, or not.
What would they do? How would
they force Joseph to remain unmarried until the last of Jacob of Nazareth's
children married?
Elizabeth knew who forged the
personality of Joseph. The words of her husband found an soul in the heart of
Joseph’s father, and the echo of the words of Heli,
Joseph’s father, met a shrine in Joseph’s mind.
He would stick to it.
“My son, be wise before God
and his servants. No reward satisfies the human condition more fully than to
adjust our steps to his wisdom. We are nothing, when it comes to weighing the
decision between doing our pleasure or doing that of our Lord God, we are none.
Put your entire trust in his Omniscience, your faith place it in his
almighty arm, which never misses the mark. You know his will; do not turn your
back on him. I go away, but He remains and stays with you. He will guide you to
the victory of our Houses. His angel will write in his Book: God said, and so
it was done", Joseph was brought up with advice of this nature.
AUNT ELIZABETH
After the death of Jacob,
Mary's father, the Widow reestablished herself.
Supported by Aunt Elizabeth the House of the Virgin of Nazareth overcame the
ominous storm that in her grief the Widow painted herself during the burial of
her husband.
Lady Elizabeth, a member of
the aristocratic class of Jerusalem, expert in the world of business and Jewish
laws, took charge of everything, moved heaven and earth, and did not leave
Nazareth until everything was so solidly restored that it was as if Jacob had
never left. Smart as she was, with sufficient financial means to
stop Jacob's brothers from offering to buy the land from the Widow, Aunt
Elizabeth kept for Solomon's daughter, her great-niece, every acre.
Thanks to Lady Elizabeth, the
Widow did not sell a fig tree. Aunt Elizabeth was there to hire men when the
harvests came in, to sign contracts, to pay the men, to collect the money from
the sales, and most importantly to take her niece Johanna and teach her from A
to Z the alphabet of business.
So it happened that Joanna,
Mary’s sister, accompanied her big sister in the Vow. But Jane, unlike Maria,
an artist with sewing, Jane inherited the whole character of her late father;
she did not tire of learning from her Aunt how to handle men nor of
making her way in the world of contracts; nor did she tire of working in the
fields at the head of the day laborers who worked for her House. Many bet that
as soon as the Lady left, the girl would fall apart and sooner or later the
Widow would have to sell.
“Daughter, don't pay any
attention to them”, Aunt Elizabeth advised her grandniece. “Men look at us as
if Wisdom were not our sister. Because they take her for their wife, they think
that Wisdom turns her back on us. Don't listen to them. And if the sun should
beat down and the harvest should be bad, I will buy it all at the price of a
harvest of gold. This is very simple, my daughter. Always keep your word; if
you agreed to more for what later turned out to be worth less, you keep your
word; you said so much, you pay so much. The same when it is their turn to make
a mistake with you. You agreed on so much, you get so much...”
In time the little of the two
Virgins of Nazareth learned to talk to the men she hired herself as if she were
an old person. Never were the lands of the clan of the sons of David of
Nazareth as fruitful as in those years after the great droughts.
Nor were the owners of the
Storknest, the big house on the hill of Nazareth, ever better dressed.
Lady Elizabeth, like every
daughter of Aaron, was a master in the arts of weaving seamless cloaks. It was
the mantle of the members of the Sanhedrin. Mistress of a great one of the
Sanhedrin, Elizabeth could assure her grandniece Mary that her sewing shop
would be the most profitable in the entire kingdom.
-But Aunt, Mary told her, I
cannot leave my mother's house.
-My daughter, don't even
mention it - Lady Elizabeth replied.
The fact that, being
the Aunt-grandmother, Elizabeth was called Aunt was due to Elizabeth's own
genius. It made her feel old to be called “grandmother”.
Well, among her nieces Jane
and Mary, time went by for Lady Isabel. If the Lady taught her nice Jane all
the mysteries of business and in her name hired a foreman to help her in
everything, and she put it in her head that from Jerusalem she would follow her
movements up to date, and by God she would anticipate heaven before seeing
another misfortune fall on her granddaughters; If she put her great-niece Jane
at the head of the fields, she put her "niece" Mary at her side, and
did not lift her from her side until her grand-niece had learned from the hands
of an expert in sacred work the most hidden secrets of cutting and sewing a
seamless suit. The Niece, who was herself an artist, because her own mother
gave her the schooling, when she said goodbye to "her Aunt" had
not only inherited one of the mysteries most jealously guarded by the daughters
of Aaron, but also opened her own sewing workshop in Nazareth.
From the sewing workshop of
the Virgin of Nazareth came to Jerusalem some of the seamless cloaks that were
the pride of the princely caste of the Holy City. Cloaks for which gold was
paid. One had only one, and it was for life.
-But Aunt, where will I get
the money for the silks and the gold threads - she once asked her.
-Don't put on the pinion for a
cloud, daughter, replied Lady Elizabeth. When I give you the order I
will send you silks to dress all your sisters, and a sack of threads to make
your brother a braid with silver hair. If the Lord has not given me children, it
is for a reason. What do men think they are? Everything for Nathan's son. My
daughter, they have given an Iberian horse to your Joseph that a Roman general
would want for himself. With him, with your Joseph, they lower their guard and
already seems your “Promised One” a prince among beggars. Who will forbid me to
give me the daughter of Solomon the moon and the stars wrapped in silks and
tied with gold threads?
And so it was.
Indeed, how the daughters of Jacob of Nazareth came to be clothed was the
admiration of all the members of David's clan of Galilee. When the time came to
marry them off, one can already guess the dowry that the Widow wanted for
Esther and Ruth, the twins.
-The dowry? Who has spoken
here of money? Do you love him, daughter? - was the Widow's answer to her
daughters' suitors.
They were wrong, they were
wrong indeed. To buy the Widow a daughter?
No way.
Best match in the whole
county?
None.
The fields of Jacob's Daughter
produced one hundred percent. From the workshop of the Virgin of Nazareth came
out the most good, beautiful and cheapest clothes in the region. To the
child of the house? The Cleophas, the youngest child of the house, only lacked
the diadem to put the sons of Herod on a par with the money-grubbers.
Therefore, whoever would marry his daughters should not come to the Widow of
Jacob talking about money. His heart was what they had to put on the table,
wide open, open as a full moon, naked as the sun on the fortieth of May. And
then let it be what Heaven would have it be.
LADY MARY
Upon the death of her
grandparents, Cleophas and Wife, Mary ben Solomon inherited her mother's house
in the Holy City. We speak of the house of the heiress of a Doctor of the Law
whose bureaucratic career godfather was the head of the most powerful group of
influence in the nascent court of King Herod. We speak of the house of Lady
Mary of Nazareth, daughter of Anna and Cleophas, brother-in-law to Zechariah,
the son of Abijah -the Abtalion for the
official historiography-. We speak then of a legitimate member of the Jewish
priestly aristocracy on her mother's side.
(In this first part of the
History we are not going to enter the life of the house of Cleophas, father of
the mother of the Virgin. In the second part we will do, we will ask permission
and we will see with the eyes of the spirit what I mean when I say that
Cleophas, father of the Widow, belonged to the Jewish aristocratic group that
without being Herodian was the most influential before the Court of King Herod.
For now it is enough the confidence at the time of articulating on
the rock of our Faith the pillars on which rests the building of this History).
Without going
any further we see the Lord Jesus in the prologue of the Last Supper
sending his disciple to announce his coming to one of his servants. The man
does not refuse; and he does not refuse because he knows the messenger, and he
knows who is the "lord" who is urging him to have everything ready
for the Last Supper.
The legend of Jesus the
Carpenter, let us say it all, had its origin in the mentality of
the ancient small towns. The local title of the father passed to the
son. The father was a carpenter, the son will be the Carpenter all his life,
even if he comes to have more bushels than a marquis; his father was
the carpenter and his son will be the carpenter's son until he dies.
It is true, let us go on
saying it all, that Joseph came to Nazareth following the route of the nomads.
The man planted himself in the village, leased a piece of land from the Widow
to plant the tent. He set up the workshop. Joseph ended up liking the
atmosphere --that's what he said-- and ended up falling in love with the
Widow’s heiress. By that time the Virgin was the owner of fig trees, vineyards,
olive groves, calm land, cattle, and she was also the owner of a dressmaking
and sewing workshop in full boom thanks to the nationalist wave.
Until then the typical
costumes had to be ordered in a workshop in Judea. The Jewish women, especially
those from Jerusalem, had jealously guarded the secret of making wedding dresses
and dresses for national holidays. Then the Virgin of Nazareth went and opened
her own dressmaking and sewing workshop.
In the midst of such
circumstances the creation of the workshop of the Virgin of Nazareth, the
truth, opened its way immediately. Thanks to the blood relations that her
family maintained throughout Galilee, the necessary publicity, without her
having to give time to it, was spread like wildfire. One only had to look at
the way her relatives dressed. Then there was the price; the Virgin of Nazareth
was a saint; if you had no money you could pay her when things smiled
on you. She adjusted the price to your case and never sent the man in black to
demand the money. A true saint. Of course, when her wedding to the Carpenter
was announced, everyone's mouth dropped open.
The Virgin is getting married?
The truth is that Joseph and
Mary first waited for Cleophas to marry.
THE NOMAD
Of all the children of
Nazareth, none liked Joseph as much as Cleophas, Mary’s brothers. But from the
very day Joseph came to Nazareth. It is no lie that Joseph made his entrance in
Nazareth spectacularly. His Iberian horse black as night and his three
lion-hunting Assyrian dogs breaking the monotony genially. Then there was the
rider; a giant on his Bucephalus, son of Pegasus, the horse of the super
angels; his hair neither long nor short, with the very sword of Goliath at his
belt.
And the stranger said that he
was a nomad adventuring through the provinces of the kingdom.
The Nazarenes looked at him
and could not believe it: a nomad like any other, adventuring along those roads
of God on the back of a horse of that race, beautiful as the horse of an
archangel in full battle, guarded by three wild beasts, beautiful as cherubs
and fearsome as dragons?
That giant was pure mystery.
His psychological and physical features did not coincide with the popular image
of the nomad without a homeland, always drunk, always quarrelsome, rather
skinny, with red wine-colored snouts, his
brains burned by the sun and the cold. No sir, that nomad was not just another
one. Nomads rode donkeys, or at best, old mares, bedbugs, fleas and
mongrels for company. No sir, that Joseph was pure mystery.
Secret or no secret, the thing
is that Cleophas, the Virgin's little brother, became so fond of that nomad
born in Bethlehem that he ended up living more in the Carpenter's tent than in
his own house.
But I know that what that boy
was dying for the most was to make his dream of getting on Joseph's horse and
trotting through the hills raising stardust in the eyes of his blue princess
come true. Boys' stuff!
And this is exactly what
happened. All of Cleophas' sisters got married. Except for his two older
sisters, Mary and Jane, who had remained virgins since the death of
their father. It is the truth, all his sisters had already married, had formed
a family and had their children. Cleophas was the only one of the
children of Jacob of Nazareth who was still living in his mother's house.
From the outside, to
outsiders, Cleophas was the lord of the village, the spoiled child of his
sisters. While all the boys were busy helping out in the fields,
Cleophas lived like a prince without knowing what working life is. He spent the
day in Joseph's carpentry shop, it was not because he needed to earn his bread.
Not at all. If he decided to serve him as an apprentice, it was not because the
Virgin's brother had to learn a trade. What Cleophas really deprived him was to
rise in the Carpenter's eyes, to gain his trust and receive his permission to
take the boat, climb on top of that Iberian horse and enjoy the pleasure of
seeing the world on the back of that magical creature.
And so it was.
Cleophas was already traveling the world from party to party on the back of his
boss's marvelous horse. The neighbors of the village were annoyed that the
Carpenter gave so much rope to the boy. Such a horse did not lend itself, and
even less, as it were, to a child.
Joseph's response to the
suspicions of his new neighbors was to lend
his apprentice, in addition to his horse, two of "his puppies".
Whenever he sent his assistant and apprentice carpenter to a neighboring village, Joseph gave him as traveling
companions a pair of his puppies, two endangered dogs once given to him by his
Babylonian godparents.
Cleophas began by taking an
errand to the neighboring village, on
horseback of course. And he ended up having his patron's horse as his own
when, on the occasion of a local festival, a grape harvest festival,
for example, his married sisters demanded his presence. It was thus that
Cleophas met Mary of Canaan, the future mother of his sons, the famous brothers
of Jesus.
Cleophas and Mary of Canaan,
married, settled in the house of Jacob's Daughter, and had their children.
Let's say it all, the Nomad's
Carpentry was not a multinational furniture company nor had the vocation of
leader in the sector, but for Cleophas that Joseph was the best. In love, and
father of his children, his boss's workshop was all he had, and Cleophas was
willing to give his all before he saw it go under. In any case, his boss was a
strange man. He was never short of money. Whether he sold or not, the house
always won. He didn't beat him over the head with his problems either. He never
did. In fact, Joseph's only problem was that he had no mistress. Nor was he
known to have a suitor. Not for lack of women. No. It was him, Joseph. He had
no wife because God had not given her to him yet. And Joseph said it with the
mystery of one who has an unspeakable secret.
-God will give, brother, God
will give..., Joseph answered the boy.
Shortly after the birth of
Joseph, second among the sons of Cleophas, the Virgin closed the mourning for
the death of his father.
The Virgin had won. She had
made a Vow and she had fulfilled it. Now she was free to marry; and by marrying
she would fulfill the oath that her father
made to the Lord and could not fulfill because
Death crossed his path.
Before sacred witnesses Jacob
of Nazareth swore in his day, on the cradle of his firstborn Mary, legitimate
heir of King Solomon, on his life Jacob swore that he would only give his
daughter as wife to the son of Heli, son of Rhesa, son of Zerubbabel, son
of Nathan, prophet, son of David, king.
Shortly after the birth of the
second of Cleophas' sons, Joseph the Carpenter asked the Widow the hand of
Mary. The Widow accepted the request, and shortly thereafter the marriage
contract documents were signed between Mary, daughter of Jacob, daughter
of Matthan, daughter of Abiud, daughter of Zerubbabel, daughter of
Solomon, daughter of David, king, and Joseph, son of Heli, son of Rhesa,
son of Zerubbabel, son of Nathan, son of David, prophet.
The news of the marriage of
Joseph the Carpenter and Mary the Virgin swept through Nazareth.
-The Virgin marries.
-With the Carpenter? I knew
it.
An exceptional match the
bride. Owner of the house on the hill, owner of the best land in the county,
founder of the Nazareth tailor and seamstress shop that sold the best, most
beautiful and cheapest wedding dresses in the region.
Who was the groom? A nobody
from Bethlehem, an adventurous nomad who had found what he was looking for. Who
would have thought that where so many good matches failed, an outsider without
a cause would succeed!
So, if on
her Mother's side our Jesus was the heir of Cleophas of Jerusalem,
Doctor of the Law, his grandfather, and on Mother's side also all the
properties of his grandfather Jacob of Nazareth belonged to him, then we are
talking about a rich young man named Jesus of Nazareth. Or do you think that
whoever asked the rich young man to leave everything and follow him did not
himself make this act of renunciation and abandonment of all his properties?
Son of his parents, during his
mandate our Jesus raised the economy of his family to its maximum splendor of comfort and prosperity. During the days
that he was at the head of his Mother's House the cellars were filled with
excellent wines, the storehouses overflowed with wheat, oil, table olives,
figs, pomegranates, milk, meat, and fish that were brought to him from the Sea
of Galilee to his house, when our Jesus did not go to fetch him personally. The
wines from the vineyards of Jesus of Nazareth were sold all over Galilee;
little but excellent, the best. It made you happy and never made you violent,
the day after you woke up with a clear head and a joyful heart. It came from
Jesus of Nazareth, came from Bacchus, said the Romans of the garrison of Sepphoris, two hours away.
His Mother's
great-great-grandparents, Elizabeth and Zechariah, had also bequeathed
him property on the outskirts of Jerusalem.
The rightful heir of Zechariah
and Elizabeth was John, as everyone knows. Before John the Baptist was born, as
they no longer expected to have a son, Elizabeth and Zechariah bequeathed
everything they had to Mary’s mother. This will was never revoked due
to the violent death of Zechariah and the disappearance of Elizabeth and John
in the caves of the Dead Sea.
So in the Jerusalem of
the money the Young Nazarene was known as a mystery is known. In reality, no
one knew who he was. What everyone seemed to agree on was that he was Jesus of
Nazareth, the son of the Lady Mary, he was a young man of prudence and wisdom
beyond the normal stature of a man of his youth. He handled money, but he was
not interested in power. He was accustomed to command and be served, and yet he
was still unmarried. He was cultured, he spoke the languages of the empire, do
you think they gave him an interpreter to talk to Pilate? He knew how
to write, he had a genius for business. His mother was the weak point
of the Young Nazarene, but who is not forgiven for this?
WEDDING AND BIRTH OF THE CHILD
Mary and Joseph became
engaged. The general rule was that the father of the groom would go and talk to
the parents of the bride about his son's desire to marry the bride. They would
discuss the dowry and close the deal. In Joseph's case it was Joseph himself
who spoke with the bride's mother and asked her for his daughter as his wife.
The bride's mother accepted and they signed the wedding contract.
In those days tradition
imposed a year of courtship from the signing of the contract until the wedding
day. After one year they could get married. During the year of courtship
however the bride and groom were bound by the law on adultery. It was the norm,
but by no means sacred law. Moses had not given any precept concerning the
prohibition to marry immediately after the marriage contract was signed. It had
been the Jews themselves who had imposed on themselves that year of waiting. It
is not known if blaming God for having been so soft, the thing is that not
content with the mountain of laws that he dictated to them, they threw on their
backs another mountain of prescriptions, laws, traditions, mandates, canonical
norms and who knows how many other obligations. So, since it was not a real
law, nobody would be afraid of having to speed up the procedures due to the
weakness of the flesh. The child was born seven months premature. But well,
it's not to make a fuss either. Doesn't a proper wedding cure sin? Of
course it does.
The negative side was that
without being a law, the weakness of the flesh could be paid with death if the
sin had not been committed by the groom. In this case the full weight of the
law on adultery fell on the bride. Judged as an adulteress she paid for her
weakness with the penalty of death, usually by stoning.
For many other reasons a
marriage contract could be broken. It was not common, but there were cases.
Incompatibility of characters, for example. The money
was returned and everyone went home.
In the most general case,
pregnancy during the year of waiting, the blood did not reach the river. They
are young, but the grandchild is welcome! Wedding banquet, celebration, the
child was born seven months premature. So what? Blessed be the Lord. What began
well, ended well, that's what matters.
The case of the Virgin was of
a different nature. “One day”, she confessed to the Apostles, “the angel of God
appeared to her, and the next day she was already in a state of grace”. The
Apostles told it to their successors, who told it to their successors, and the
Confession of the Virgin continues to be told by word of mouth.
To conceive by the work and
grace of the Holy Spirit is said very soon.
“I am in a state by the work
and grace of the Holy Spirit”, Our Lady had to confess to herself one of those
days.
No one will believe that Our
Lady ran out of joy shouting the Annunciation History to the whole world. It is
not something that happens every day. In fact, in the entire history of
mankind, no such phenomenon had ever taken place. The closest case to a
supernatural conception of nature that the Gospels tell us about is found in
the world of mythology.
Without going any further,
Alexander the Great's own mother confessed that she had her son with one of the
gods of the classical world to which she belonged. Whether out of respect for
his mother or pride her son kept his semi-divine origin. As far as I remember,
this is the most similar case to the one that the Virgin put on the table of
the centuries.
Well, why not? The God of the
Hebrews had performed many extraordinary works from the days of Moses to the
present. Their Scriptures spoke of the Conception of a Child born of a Virgin.
As an example of fantasy carried to its highest extreme of imagination and
genius, that the God who created the Heavens and the Earth could perform a work
of that nature was on a par with the conception of his Nature by the children
of Adam and Eve. Why should not One of the Attributes granted to the God of
Moses - all-power, omnipotence, omniscience - be able to stage an Event so
impossible to believe?
Now, Mary, run, and explain it
to someone. Run, find your husband and tell him that you are the
Virgin who was to conceive a Son “born to carry on his shoulders the mantle of
Sovereignty, to be called Wonderful Prince, Mighty God, Everlasting Father”.
Holy God, what luck!
And now sit down to wait and
trust that your husband will say “Alleluia, Amen, Alleluia”, jump for joy, lift
you up in his arms and kiss your eyes.
You don't have enough yet?
Well then, go and tell your soul sister, your sister Johanna loves you more
than the Jordan River, more than the Sea of Miracles, more than the Mountains
of Judah. Go on, Mary, go, run and tell her.
I say this because -
regardless of everyone’s opinion - the weeks went by and what was bound to
happen, happened. Our Lady began to have strange dizziness. Was it the heat?
No, woman, they were the typical symptoms of pregnant women.
Of any other woman in the
world, her neighbors might have expected
that a man like a castle, as in the case of Joseph the Carpenter, would have
conquered the bride's fortress of virtue before the wedding. Of any other
woman, of course, yes, but of the Virgin Mary it would not even fit in the
heads of her neighbors.
The fact is that whether it
fit or not, they had to surrender to the evidence.
“May the Lord give you a
healthy child”, with these and other similar words the neighbors congratulated
the groom, and Joseph did not know what the hint was about. The truth is that
he did not take it. The man thought that he was being blessed ahead of time.
“May it be a boy, and may the Lord
give him to you in good health”, the neighbors kept
on prodding him
In fact, a few weeks after the
Annunciation, the bride began to show the classic symptoms of first-time
mothers. Dizzy spells, silly hot flashes. Since they were something that could not
be controlled, Our Lady could not help but be surprised. However, the last
thing she could do was to shut herself away, to hide. She had to go on with her
life; going on with her life was the best way to neither affirm nor deny
her neighbors a word. At least as long
as she did not decide to tell her mother the truth.
The Virgin's mother was also
slow to pick up the film. She was, with the exception of Joseph, the
last person to learn of the rumor that was
beginning to scandalize her neighbors.
In the Widow's eyes her
daughter's immaculate chastity remained as inaccessible to human passions as it
was before she became engaged. Except for the bridegroom's freer access to the
bride's house, and this freedom conditioned on the necessary presence of a
relative of the bride between her and the bridegroom, her daughter Mary had
continued to lead her life as it was, that life which had earned the Virgin of
Nazareth her fame from one end of the Galilee to the other. How could she
suspect anything wrong with her daughter then!
“May the Lord give you the
most beautiful grandchild in the world”, her neighbors prodded
the Widow.
“Your Mary deserves
everything; may the child go forth to his grandfather Jacob may he be in
glory”, in case the Widow had not heard they kept prodding her.
The Widow was from Jerusalem,
she had grown up in another environment. But she was no fool. Had it not been
about her daughter, the Widow would have bet an arm and a leg that the Virgin
was so many weeks pregnant. The problem was that the idea of her Mary being
pregnant did not enter her mind.
The Widow's faith and trust in
her eldest daughter were so great that her eyes were blinded. Thank God the
Widow's blindfold fell off before Joseph's did. Finally, the Widow had to admit
it even though her daughter neither affirmed nor denied it to her.
“What is the matter, my
daughter?” she would ask him.
“Nothing. It's the heat,
mother” the daughter would reply.
The Widow's dilemma began when
the neighbors started talking about big
words, adultery, for example. They didn't say it to her face, but between women
and neighbors, you know, words are
superfluous. So the Widow began to panic.
“My Mary is in a state of
grace, how is it possible?”bthe Widow ended up
confessing.
And her daughter of the soul
without affirming or denying it to her. Desperate because of her daughter's
silence, she went to her son-in-law to ask him to answer her this simple
question: Should the wedding date be accelerated?
And so she did, the
Widow went to "her son" Joseph. Bringing Joseph into the issue was
going to cost the Widow a lot. Not knowing what scenario she was in
or what her role in the story was the Widow told herself that she had to bring
Joseph into the issue without uncovering the crux of the problem for him. A
very strange thing to do. The problem was to take him without leaving the
periphery of the subject. Clever as she was, without telling him, she would
tell him in every word what was there, his wife was pregnant, what did he, the
groom, have to say?
After a long time of prowling
around the subject, the Widow realized that either Joseph was playing the fool,
or Joseph simply didn't know anything about anything, and didn't understand
what his mother-in-law was talking about.
Joseph looked at her with a
naturalness so innocent of any guilt that the Widow began not to know where she
was. For a moment she felt as if the earth was opening up under her
feet and she didn't know what was better, to fight or to let herself be
swallowed. Even his soul was shivering with cold under the effect of the
trembling that was getting into his bones as the truth became more and more
enormous in weight. Her son-in-law knew nothing about anything and all she knew
was that she had to get out of that hell, she had to talk to her daughter and
get her to tell her for God's sake what was going on.
What was going on?
Something unbelievable to
believe had happened, something impossible to tell. Entire generations and
centuries would be divided in two as the flow of a sea that finds in its bed a
gigantic cornerstone. And her daughter could not find a way to tell her the
Event of the Annunciation.
Mary could not find the
moment. Well, a moment, what is called a moment, was offered to her. Her mother
and she used to sit together to sew. During that time they talked and
talked. They talked about everything. Or they simply remained silent.
In this new silence that had
settled between mother and daughter during the last few days, two hearts were
about to burst into pieces. The mother wanted to ask her daughter, "Are
you pregnant, my daughter" and could not find the way. The daughter wanted
to give her a "Yes, my mother", a wonderful, Divine Yes, and she
could not find how.
The fact is that the Child was
growing in her womb, that the evidence of her condition was growing bigger
every day, that if Joseph found out through the mouths of the neighbors... She did not even want to think about it.
He needed to reveal the truth
to his mother. His mother was the only person in the world he could trust with
such a great Mystery. She had to do it, but since she couldn't figure out how,
she never knew when.
So it happened that the mother
and daughter sat opposite each other one of those days. The two women knew that
the time had come, that this was the moment. The first to speak was the Virgin.
“Mother, do you believe that
God can do everything?” she exhaled tenderly.
“Daughter” sighed the Widow,
who only wanted to go straight to the question: are you pregnant, my
daughter, and it did not come out.
“I know, mother. You will say
to me: God is our Lord, how shall we measure the strength of his Arm?
And I am, my mother, the first to repeat your words. But I mean, does His Power
end where the limits of our imagination begin, or is it precisely on the other
side where His Glory begins”
“What do you want to tell me,
Mary, I don't understand you”, caught in a different direction from the one she
was dying to undertake the mother of the Virgin articulated as best she could.
“I don't know very well either
how to get where I want to go or what I want to say. Bear with me, Mother.
After here we go to Heaven and from up there the things of Earth do not affect
us; so what we have to do is to try to discover the nature of the God
who called us to dream of Heaven while we are still here on Earth. Isn't it
true that God can turn stones into children of Abraham? But what I wonder is
whether by speaking in this way what the prophet meant to imply is that our
heads are as hard as a stone. Can a stone know God? Between a man who does not
want to know God and a stone, what is the difference?”
“Where do you want to take me,
Mary?”, the Widow, as best she could, endured her impatience.
“To a wonderful place, mother.
But as I don't know the way don't be angry with me if I explore alone like
those mountaineers who face the virgin wall for the first time. The only thing
that can happen to me is that I may fall at the feet of your skirt pierced by
my ignorance.”
“Don't
say that, Mary. You are not alone, although old I follow you. Yes,
Mary, I know that God's glory begins where man's imagination ends. Go on”.
The Virgin then broke off in a
seemingly even more contrary direction, saying:
“Mother, what did the
messenger tell you about my grandfather Zechariah? Why did he not want to tell
me yet? Why did he not send me to my grandmother Elizabeth's house? Now that
you can, answer me: can our God make old men give birth, or not?”
The Widow and Joseph had not
yet wanted to discover to Mary the nature of the message that Zechariah and
Elizabeth had recently sent them; in fact, the Widow had decided to send Mary
to them. The question of the state of grace in which her daughter had suddenly
found herself had blotted everything else out of her mind.
Indeed, the messenger that
Zechariah and Elizabeth sent to Nazareth described to the Widow and her
son-in-law, detail by detail, what had happened to Zechariah in the Temple.
Especially the image of the beautiful angel who punished Zechariah's lack of
faith by taking away his speech.
Lord! his daughter Mary was
describing that angel to him as if she herself had seen it with her own eyes.
How was it possible?
In principle, it was
impossible. Elizabeth and Zechariah's messenger did not speak to her while she
was in Nazareth. Of course, Joseph could have told her.
Joseph had
told her? Joseph gave his word that he would not be the one to break
the news to his daughter. Joseph's word, the Widow knew, was pure and clean as
gold. He would never break it. No, Joseph hadn't told her anything yet either.
She was wondering how her
daughter had found out when her heart went out to the memory of the day her
daughter took the Vow of Virginity.
There, in those days, the
Widow wondered why the favor of the Lord
upon her house had been extinguished, why she had turned her back upon them as
one who abandons the spoils to the enemy. In the secret of her heart the Widow
was caught in the nets of Job's Dilemma. But unlike the saint she did not find
the answer right away. Nor did she find it in the years that had passed from
her husband's death to the present day.
The time had come to know the
reason why the Lord then took her husband away. Amazed, absorbed, out of this
world, floating her being on the same waves that one day became hills under the
feet of the Spirit of God, the Widow continued to look at her daughter with her
eyes fixed on her words.
Then Our Lady changed the
subject again.
“Mother”, she said, “did not God
swear that a son of Eve would crush the head of the Serpent?”
“That's right”, the Widow
answered her, her speech lost somewhere in the infinity in which her gaze had
become trapped.
“And do not our sacred books
also say that of all the men who have ever existed on the face of the world
there was never born one so great as Adam?”
“So my father taught it
to me, and so yours taught it to you. I hear you, Mary”
Mary went on:
“When God promised us the
Birth of a Son born to bear upon His shoulders the Sovereignty was He
not thinking of the Champion who was to raise us up to deliver us from the
empire of Darkness?”
“Yes, He did”
“But if the Evil One once
defeated the greatest man the world has ever known, was not the holy Job right
in presenting to us the murderer of our father Adam before the Throne of the
Almighty all at ease while he waited for the next?”
“Yes he was”
“Of course he was.
Whoever defeated the greatest man in the world why shouldn't he defeat his
son?”
Mary lowered her eyes and
breathed as she strung needle and thread. Her mother remained looking at her
without saying a word. After a while she returned to the battlefield.
“So, mother, you tell me, did
God swear falsely? I mean, who was the Lord thinking of when He swore that
blessed oath? David was not yet born; neither was our father Abraham.
With his little son dead, our father Adam at his almighty feet bleeding to
death, what Champion was our God thinking of when He promised us under an
everlasting oath that a son of that Eve would crush the head of the Evil One?”
This time she who glared at
her mother. The latter, seeing her daughter's face, knew only one thing, that
her daughter was pregnant. The gentleness in her face, the tenderness in her
speech, the sparkle in her eyes. She had only to tell her: Mother, I am in a
state of grace; and instead of going to the point, without even knowing how her
daughter had taken her to the top of a mountain from where the future of the
world could be seen according to the woman born to be the Mother of the Messiah,
that son of the Promise who was to be born to crush the head of the Evil One.
“Who was God thinking of on
the day that on the blood of his son Adam he swore the Birth of the Champion by
whose hand he would take Vengeance?” repeated the Widow. “My daughter, I will
not be the one to set limits to the glory of my Creator. I only want you to
tell me"
“Do you remember, Mother, what
the prophet wrote: A Virgin will give birth and her Son will be called God with
us”
Mary looked down again. At
that she raised her head and looked her mother straight in the eye.
“Mother, that Virgin, you have
her before you. That Child is in my womb” she confessed.
While her daughter revealed to
her the episode of the Annunciation, the Widow looked at her daughter with the
vision of one who is contemplating the Heart of God on the day of the murder of
her son Adam.
At the end, inspired by the
great love she had for her daughter, the Widow poured out her blessings:
“Blessed be God, who has
chosen my husband's daughter to bring us His salvation to all the families of
the earth. His Omniscience shines like an inaccessible sun, which, however,
everyone thinks they can reach with their fingertips. He squeezes, but does not
suffocate; he strikes, but does not sink those he loves. Blessed is His Chosen
One, whom He has formed from the wombs of His fathers to give us His Savior to all the peoples of the earth”. And
immediately he said to his daughter thus: "Blessed shall all the families
of the earth be in your innocence, my daughter. But now, Mary, you shall do as
I tell you. You shall do this, this and this”
The next problem was Joseph.
Joseph would be taken care of by her, the Widow. What the Mother of
the Messiah had to do was to leave immediately on a journey and remain in the
house of Elizabeth and Zacharias until the Lord so ordered.
And so she did.
And so it was done.
Once Our Lady was gone the Widow seized her son-in-law and told him point by
point the whole truth. She did not tell her son-in-law the Annunciation as one
who has to hide something and lowers her head in shame. Not at all.
Obviously yes with the humility and certainty of the person who knows that the
Event would cause Joseph an anguishing dilemma, over which he would have to
triumph, and would triumph, but through whose hell he would irremediably have
to pass.
And triumph he did.
Nevertheless, as you can
imagine, after the Annunciation, Joseph spent some time quite a bit of time in
a daze. What had gone wrong at the last minute? How could a woman of Mary's
moral class and fortitude have allowed herself to be deceived by...?
By whom? Without anyone
pretending it She was under surveillance all day long. When she was not with
her mother she was with her nephews, when she was not in the workshop with her
workers she was with the family of her father's brothers. The Lord had erected
around her a web of relationships so engrossing that the very idea of adultery
was an offense.
Then there was She, Mary. She
was in flesh and blood the best defense God
had sought for the Mother of His Son.
-She said it and we did not
believe it: A Virgin will conceive and give birth to a Child, saying this
Joseph saw the light and ran away. He returned to his wife, the wedding
took place and everyone forgot about the incident.
A memory, however, did remain.
I say this because of that other incident between Jesus and the Pharisees.
The Pharisees and Sadducees
were tired of hearing that Jesus of Nazareth was the Son of David. Since they
did not know how to get their hands on him, they looked into his
past. They put their finger in the wound and discovered that strange incident
of the disappearance of his Mother during the first months of her
pregnancy, and how Joseph went in person to look for her... to ....
-Ahhhh,
here is his Achilles’ heel.
With this secret weapon hidden
up their sleeve the Pharisees led Jesus to the subject of the primogenitures,
unigenitures. Then one of them pulled out the manual of low blows and dropped
the bombshell.
-Our father is Abraham, who is
yours?
Jesus' consuming zeal for
his Mother went to his head.
-You are children of the
Devil, he replied with the force of a hurricane compressed in his throat.
Only another time, only
another time they would not want to remember, would they see the Virgin's son
shooting rays from his eyes. And he would never stop, he would never stop until
his anger was satiated to the last atom of rage.
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