Thursday, March 21, 2019

I've started on the second "Mary" book

As you may know, I'm writing a trilogy about the"Marys" of the New Testament; Mary of Bethany (available on Amazon now), Mary Magdelene, and Mary, the Mother of Jesus.

I'm five chapters into the Mary Magdelene story. Here is the first chapter...I'm sure I will change a few things about it before I'm done. Hopefully, I'll finish it before the end of this summer and it will be available for purchase.

Mary Magdelene,
The Rest Of The Story

Chapter 1
The Beginning

I like to say that my life began in the middle. I also wish I could totally forget what happened before I had what I like to call “My Jesus Experience.” But because I can’t forget, I’ll start my story with the past – what I can remember of the before. The telling will be brief but painful. It was really not brief but I don’t think I can bear to tell more. The ending is so much sweeter than the beginning.

My first memory was of cold. I was a tiny girl, alone in the back of a dimly lit place between two buildings. I have very shadowy, almost nightmarish memories of a woman being dragged away screaming and I wanted so badly to go with her.  I could not keep up with the people who were taking her away.  They left me, A little girl almost six years old, alone to defend for myself.

If it had not been for the boy, I would have surely starved or worse. Very few of the street kids actually knew how old we were. Birthdays weren’t as important as the art of surviving was to us. It is by looking back that I believe Heshel to have been about ten years old. I know he seemed very wise and much older than me. Because I was new on the street and had lived a better life before, I did know that I was 5 years old. Heshel seemed much older and wiser than I.

The night after my mother was taken, I had hidden under a stall in a far corner of the market place. It was near an alleyway. I was afraid of the dark so I didn’t go into that dark ally. Just as the sun was peeking over the tops of the distant hills, I saw a small group of ragged children creeping out of the alley near where I was hiding.

They scattered out into the market like a flock of frightened birds. One boy grabbed a fig from the table I was hiding under. He started to run but he dropped the fruit. As he bent over to pick it up, he saw me there under the table.

He scooted in next to me. Since no one was around that early in the morning, I suppose he felt safe enough to talk to me. He asked my name and where my father was and why I was hiding under a table. I told him I didn’t know what had happened to my father. I could only remember my mother and I told him about the soldiers taking her away the night before. I couldn’t help crying and I was ashamed of acting like a baby but I wanted my mother so badly.

The boy tried to comfort me. He said his name was Heshel and I could stay with him until we could find my mother. I know now that Heshel knew there was no hope of finding my mother. I will be forever grateful for his kindness and friendship. He would have been much better off on the streets without a tiny girl to worry about.

Heshel peeked out and looked to see if anyone was around. The street was still fairly empty so he grabbed another fig or two and we ate them under the table. He told me to be very quiet and stay where I was. He said he would come back for me but I must stay as far back near the wall as I could and not make any noise until he returned. I was too scared to go out anyway. That was the longest morning I can ever remember.

The sun was getting hot and I was thirsty before Heshel scooted in under the table again. The stall where we were hiding was fairly large and the last one on the end of a street near an ally. The alley was between two tall buildings. It was dark and cool and scary. I didn't want to go into that place because it was in such a place as that where my mother had tried to hide us on the day she was taken from me. Heshel said we would be safe there if we kept to the back and were very quiet. I really didn’t have much choice, I was afraid to be alone, but the ally with Heshel was better than being all by myself in the town.

For days, maybe weeks, Heshel and I managed to beg and steal enough food to barely survive. He was very bold and didn’t mind asking for money or food. He said I should be quiet and let him talk. He told people that I was his sister and we were very hungry. The hungry part was certainly true. Some of those people felt sorry for us and gave us a coin or two or bought food for us. Many of them cursed at us and told us to get away from them. We moved around from alley to ally or stayed under stalls at night. The fear of being taken away from Heshel was always with me.


I don’t know how many days or weeks we lived in the market place. It may have been much longer than I think. All I remember is always being hungry and dirty. I wanted so badly to be back in my old home with a pitcher of clean water and a basin to wash in.  

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