The Good Man Jesus and the Scoundrel Christ Part 7

The temple guards came running to try and restore order, but the people were too excited to listen to them, and some were scrambling to gather up the coins that were rolling all over the floor before the money-changers could save them. In the confusion the officials missed Jesus, and failed to arrest him.

The Priests Discuss.

What to Do about Jesus.

Of course, the priests and officials of the temple were aware of all this, and they gathered at the house of the high priest Caiaphas to discuss how to respond.

'We shall have to put him out of action one way or another,' said one.

'Arrest him? Kill him? Exile him somewhere?'

'But he's so popular. If we move against him, the people won't stand for it.'

'The people are fickle. They can be moved this way and that.'

'Well, we're not succeeding in moving them. They're entirely for Jesus.'

'That can change in a moment, with the right provocation . . . '

'I still don't see what he's done wrong.'

'What? Provoking a riot in the temple? Rousing the people to an unhealthy state of excitement? If you don't see it, the Romans certainly will.'

'I don't understand what he wants. If we offered him a high position here, would he accept that and keep quiet?'

'He preaches the coming of the Kingdom of G.o.d. I don't think he could be bought off with a salary and a comfortable office.'

'He's a man of great integrity say what else you like, you must grant him that.'

'Have you seen that slogan they're scrawling everywhere King Jesus?'

'There's something in that. If we could persuade the Romans that he's a threat to their order . . . '

'Is he a Zealot, do you think? Is that what motivates him?'

'They're bound to be aware of him. We really must move before they do.'

'We can't do anything during the festival.'

'We need an agent in his camp. If we could find out what he was planning next . . . '

'Impossible. His followers are fanatics they'd never give him away.'

'It can't go on. We'll have to do something soon. He's had the initiative for too long.'

Caiaphas let everyone speak and listened to everything, and his mind was troubled.

Christ and his Informant.

Christ was staying at an inn at the edge of the city. That evening he ate with his informant, who told him about the incident in the temple. Christ had already heard rumours about what had happened, and he was eager to get the facts clear, so he made notes on his tablet as they ate.

'Jesus seems more and more angry,' he said. 'Do you know why that is? Has he spoken about it to any of you?'

'No, but Peter is sure Jesus is in danger, and he's worried that the master will be arrested before the Kingdom comes. What would happen then, with Jesus in prison? Would all the gates be opened, and all the bars flung down? That's the most likely thing. But Peter's anxious, no doubt about it.'

'Is Jesus anxious too, do you think?'

'He hasn't said so. But everyone's jumpy. We don't know what the Romans will do, for one thing. And the crowds they're all for Jesus now, but there's an edge to it. You can tell. They're over-excited. They want the Kingdom right away, and if . . . '

The man hesitated.

'If what?' said Christ. 'If the Kingdom doesn't come, is that what you were going to say?'

'Of course not. There's no doubt about the Kingdom. But a business like the temple this morning . . . There are times when I wish we were back in Galilee.'

'How are the other disciples taking it?'

'Nervous, jumpy, like I say. If the master wasn't so angry right now we'd all be calmer. It's as if he's spoiling for a fight.'

'But he's said that if someone hits us, we should turn the other cheek.'

'He also said he'd come not to bring peace, but a sword.'

'When did he say that?'

'That was in Capernaum, not long after Matthew joined us. Jesus was telling us what to do when we went out to preach. He said, "Don't think I've come to bring peace to the earth. I haven't come to bring peace, but a sword. I've come to set a man against his father, and a daughter against her mother, and a daughter-in-law against her mother-in-law; and your enemies will be members of your own household."'

Christ wrote it down just as the apostle told him.

'That sounds exactly like the sort of thing he'd come out with,' he said. 'Did he say anything else?'

'He said, "Those who find their life will lose it, and those who lose their life for my sake will find it." There's some of us thinking of those words again now.'

The Stranger Tells Christ.

What Part He Must Play.

The man said goodbye, and hastened back to his companions. Christ went to his room to transcribe the words on to a scroll, and then he knelt down, intending to pray for strength to withstand the test that was to come.

But he hadn't been praying for long before there came a knock on the door. Knowing who it was, he got up and let the angel in.

The angel greeted him with a kiss.

'I'm ready, sir,' said Christ. 'Is it tonight?'

'We have a little time to talk first. Sit, and take some wine.'

Christ poured some wine for himself, and for the angel, too, knowing that angels had eaten and drunk with Abraham and Sarah.

'Sir, since I am not going to be here for long,' said Christ, 'will you answer a question I've put to you more than once, and tell me who you are and where you come from?'

'I thought we had come to trust each other, you and I?'

'I have given my life into your hands. All I ask is a little knowledge in return.'

'This is not the first occasion on which your faith has failed.'

'If you know about the other occasion, sir, you will know how much I lamented it. I would give anything to live that night again. But haven't I done faithfully everything you've asked of me? Haven't I written a true record of my brother's life and words? And now, haven't I a.s.sented to the role you told me of last time we spoke? I am ready to play the part of Isaac. I'm ready to give my life for the Kingdom, and atone for the time when my faith was needed, and when it failed. Sir, let me plead with you: I beg you, tell me more. Otherwise I shall go out of my life in darkness.'

'I told you that this task would be difficult. The part of Isaac is easy; it's the part of Abraham that is hard. You are not to die. You are to give Jesus to the authorities. He is the one who will die.'

Christ was astounded.

'Betray my brother? When I love him as I do?

I could never do that! Sir, that's too hard! I beg you, don't ask this of me!'

In his distraction, Christ got up and beat his hands together and struck his head. Then he fell to the floor and clasped the angel's knees.

'Let me die in his place, I beg you!' he cried. 'We look similar no one will know he can continue his work! What am I doing except keeping a record? Anyone could do that! My informant is a good and honest man he could write it he would be well placed to continue the history I've begun you don't need me to live! All my life I have been trying to serve my brother, and now, when I thought I could do him the greatest service of all by dying in his place, are you going to rob me of it by making me betray him instead? Don't bring me to this! I can't do it, I can't; let it pa.s.s me by!'

The angel stroked Christ's hair.

'Sit up now,' he said, 'and I shall tell you a little of what's been hidden.'

Christ wiped his tears and tried to compose himself.

'The truth of everything I say is already known to you,' the stranger began. 'You have said much of it to Jesus in your own words. You told him that people needed miracles and signs; you told him of the importance of dramatic events in persuading them to believe. He didn't listen, because he thought that the Kingdom was coming so soon that no persuasion would be necessary. And again, you urged him to accept the existence of what we have agreed to call the church. He scoffed at the idea. But he was wrong, and you were right. Without miracles, without a church, without a scripture, the power of his words and his deeds will be like water poured into the sand. It dampens the sand for a moment, and then the sun comes and dries it, and after a minute there's no sign that it's ever been there. Even the history that you've begun to write so meticulously, with such diligence and care for the truth, even that will be scattered like dry leaves and forgotten. In another generation the name of Jesus will mean nothing, and neither will the name Christ. How many healers and exorcists and preachers are there walking the roads of Palestine? Dozens and dozens. Every one will be forgotten, and so will Jesus. Unless-'

'But the Kingdom,' said Christ, 'the Kingdom will come!'

'No,' said the angel, 'there will be no Kingdom in this world. You were right about that as well.'

'I never denied the Kingdom!'

'You did. When you described the church, you spoke as if the Kingdom would not come about without it. And you were right.'

'No, no! I said that if G.o.d wanted to, he could bring the Kingdom about just by lifting a finger.'

'But G.o.d does not want to. G.o.d wants the church to be an image of the Kingdom. Perfection does not belong here; we can only have an image of perfection. Jesus, in his purity, is asking too much of people. We know they're not perfect, as he wishes them to be; we have to adjust ourselves to what they are. You see, the true Kingdom would blind human beings like the sun, but they need an image of it all the same. And that is what the church will be. My dear Christ,' the stranger went on, leaning forward, 'human life is difficult; there are profundities and compromises and mysteries that look to the innocent eye like betrayal. Let the wise men of the church bear those burdens, because there are plenty of other burdens for the faithful to carry. There are children to educate, there are the sick to nurse, there are the hungry to feed. The body of the faithful will do all these things, fearlessly, selflessly, ceaselessly, and it will do more, because there are other needs as well. There is the desire for beauty and music and art; and that is a hunger that is a double blessing to a.s.suage, because the things that satisfy it are not consumed, but go on to nourish everyone who hungers for them, again and again for ever. The church you describe will inspire all these things, and provide them in full measure. And there is the n.o.ble pa.s.sion for knowledge and inquiry, for philosophy, for the most royal study of the nature and mystery of divinity itself. Under the guidance and protection of the church, all these human needs from the most common and physical to the most rare and spiritual will be satisfied again and again, and every covenant will be fulfilled. The church will not be the Kingdom, because the Kingdom is not of this world; but it will be a foreshadowing of the Kingdom, and the one sure way to reach it.

'But only only if at the centre of it is the ever-living presence of a man who is both a man and more than a man, a man who is also G.o.d and the word of G.o.d, a man who dies and is brought to life again. Without that, the church will wither and perish, an empty husk, like every other human structure that lives for a moment and then dies and blows away.'

'What are you saying? What is this? Brought to life again?'

'If he does not come to life again, then nothing will be true. If he doesn't rise from his grave, the faith of countless millions yet unborn will die in the womb, and that is a grave from which nothing will rise. I told you how truth is not history, and comes from outside time, and comes into the darkness like a light. This is that truth. It's a truth that will make everything true. It's a light that will lighten the world.'

'But will it happen?'

'Such stubbornness! Such hardness of heart! Yes, it will happen, if you believe in it.'

'But you know how weak my faith is! I couldn't even . . . You know what I couldn't do.'

'We are discussing truth, not history,' the angel reminded him. 'You may live history, but you must write truth.'

'It's in history that I want to see him rise again.'

'Then believe.'

'And if I can't?'

'Then think of an orphan child, lost and cold and starving. Think of a sick man, racked with pain and fear. Think of a dying woman terrified by the coming darkness. There will be hands reaching out to comfort them and feed them and warm them, there will be voices of kindness and rea.s.surance, there will be soft beds and sweet hymns and consolation and joy. All those kindly hands and sweet voices will do their work so willingly because they know that one man died and rose again, and that this truth is enough to cancel out all the evil in the world.'

'Even if it never happened.'

The angel said nothing.

Christ waited for a response, but none came. So he said, 'I can see now. It's better that one man should die than that all these good things should never come about. That's what you're saying. If I'd known it would come to this, I wonder if I'd ever have listened to you in the first place. And I'm not surprised that you left it till now before making it clear. You've caught me in a net so that I'm tangled like a gladiator and I can't fight my way out.'

Still the angel said nothing.

Christ went on, 'And why me? Why must it be my hand that betrays him? It's not as if he's hard to find. It's not as if no one in Jerusalem knows what he looks like. It's not as if there are no greedy sc.u.m who wouldn't give him away for a handful of coins. Why must I do it?'

'Do you remember what Abraham said when he was commanded to sacrifice his son?' said the angel then.

Christ was silent.

'He said nothing,' he said finally.

'And do you remember what happened when he lifted the knife?'

'An angel told him not to harm the boy. And then he saw the ram caught in the thicket.'

The angel stood up to leave.

'Take your time, my dear Christ,' he said. 'Consider everything. When you're ready, come to the house of Caiaphas, the high priest.'

Christ at the Pool of Bethesda.

Christ meant to stay in his room and think about the ram in the thicket: did the angel mean that something would happen at the last minute to save his brother? What else could he have meant?