Into this world of mine walked a man who would change my life. I was walking back to my uncles house after visiting my parents. I was concentrating, because in the past I had a bad experience, where I had failed to register that a Roman on horseback was coming up behind me. I assume that he expected me to move out of the way, and that he shouted at me, but my head was in the clouds, and the first I knew was when this horse shaped shadow reared up over me. I crouched down into a ball, and then stood up when the horse came down onto all four feet, just to one side of me. However, it came down without its rider, who was lying dazed on the road. I ran to help him up, but once on his feet he started shouting at me. When he got no reaction, I suppose he thought I was being defiant, so he took his whip to me and beat me round the head and shoulders until I was covered in blood and weals, then he mounted his horse and rode off. Since then I have had to be very consciously aware of what is going on around me on the road.
So it was with some surprise that I noticed a large crowd coming towards me, laughing and jostling each other. In front of the crowd was a man walking briskly, talking to a number of the people around him. The crowd sort of surged around me, like a wave parting for a rock. I would love to have known what was going on. It all looked really interesting. Suddenly as I was standing there watching them disappear up the road, a woman from my village left the group, and came running towards me. She grabbed me by the arm, and dragged me towards the group. I had no idea what was going on, and was feeling rather scared, but everyone seemed to be happy and pleased rather than angry or dangerous, so I allowed myself to be led to the man at the front of the group. My friend from the village was obviously saying something about me, as she kept pointing at me. I just stood and waited.
The man at the front of the group came and stood facing me. He held me by both shoulders, searching my face for something. Whatever he was looking for he obviously found, because he smiled, released me and gestured to me to stand still. He then started to poke his fingers in my ears. I put my hands up to take them out as what he has doing was quite painful. He poked his tongue out, and gestured to me to do the same, then he spat on his finger and touched it to my tongue, he looked up to heaven and spoke, saying the word ‘Ephphatha’ meaning ‘Be opened’ It took a few seconds before I realised just what had happened. I had heard this man speak. I had heard. It was a very faint word, but it was definitely a word. The man stood back and smiling, watched recognition come into my eyes, then he stepped forward and hugged me and whispered in my ear. What he said I will never tell anyone, but they were the most wonderful sounds I will ever hear in my life. Then he let me go, turned, and with the crowd once again surging around me, they carried on up the road.
I didn’t know what to do. Part of me wanted to go after him and find out more, but the bigger part of me wanted to go back to my village and just listen to my family, and hear what they sound like, after all these years. So I ran back to my mother and father, I flung my arms around her, and shouted. I shouted, yes, I. Shouted. I. Spoke. I could not only hear, but I could speak as well.
There was a great feast in our village that night. Someone had run to fetch my uncle and he was there as well. I listened and I practised mimicking the sounds being made by everyone around me. By the end of the evening I was making good progress, catching up on a lifetime of noise and speech. I don’t know how I slept that night, I was so on fire with noise, but I was utterly exhausted.
These last few weeks have been wonderful and challenging and tiring as I catch up on a lifetime of sound. Any free time I have I walk out and about listening to the birds and the insects. I have always experienced life with an intensity that others probably have not, and now living in a world of sound as well, life is very full. More than anything else I wanted to know who the man was that gave me back my hearing. When the woman from the village returned I went to see her, and ask her. It turns out that I was healed by Rabbi Jesus of Nazareth, a teacher and healer that I gather has been talked about for some months for his powers of healing and his message about the Kingdom of God that is so different to that of the Rabbi’s. In a few weeks time I will be going up to Jerusalem for the Passover, and I am told that he will be there. I am practising my speech, and I am trying to find the right words, so that I can thank him for giving me a future that is so much brighter. I am so looking forward to meeting with him again and hearing his message.