“You hem me in behind and before, and you lay your hand upon me. Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, too lofty for me to attain.”Psalm 139:5&6
The day after the raid on the garden when I was still clearing up the broken leaves and trying to shape the plants again to my satisfaction, my Master came walking in the garden bringing with him a kindly faced man, who came up to me and introduced himself as Rabbi Jesus of Nazareth. He then apologised for the incursion by his followers and the damage they had wrought in the garden. He looked around in some wonder, and asked me to give him a guided tour. I looked around for my Master, but he had gone, so I led Rabbi Jesus to in turn to each of the beds in the four quarters of the garden. I had had to build raised beds for the plants, as the whole city is on a rocky promontory and its soil poor and thin. The raise beds mean that the smaller plants are nearer eye and nose level, and the trees for a dappled canopy above, so I was really happy with the results. I got really enthusiastic when I talked about ‘fine sandy soil’ and ‘manure from camels and donkeys’. I showed him the fragrant citrus plants; oranges and lemons, planted at intervals along the edges of the beds, with the poor date palms at the four corners of the garden. Under trees of almond, cherry and peach, the beds are planted with fragrant roses and lavender, with blue grey artemisia to set off the pinks of the roses, and through the mounds of lavender, in their seasons, are hyacinths and scilla, their blue flowers enhancing the blue of the little lavender flowers. In their season, lilies grow in the shade of the pomegranate and red poppies wave in the gentle winds beneath the old olive trees.
“Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence? If I go up to the heavens, you are there; if I make my bed in the depths, you are there. If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast. If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me and the light become night around me,” even the darkness will not be dark to you; the night will shine like the day, for darkness is as light to you.” Psalm 139:7-12
At the end of the tour, Rabbi Jesus sat down on a seat near to the water fountain and motioned me to sit with him. He sat and contemplated the water for a while before saying,
“This is a place of paradise, a heaven on earth, and I am so sorry that it has been violated. What happened here yesterday was my fault. I came to Jerusalem riding on a donkey and my followers greeted me with palm branches and threw their cloaks before me. They see me as their king and messiah. The palm branches for us are a sign of a king, but I am not a king as this world knows it. Although my followers don’t yet know it, this was my final entrance into this beloved city. If my followers had not shouted their greeting, had not strewn palm branches before me, laid their own cloaks on the ground for the donkey I rode to tread on, then the very stones of the city would have shouted out a greeting to me.”
I looked at him in astonishment, wondering whether he was mad or deluded. He continued,
“I will not leave this city again. The Sanhedrin are preparing something for me, a trial and then my death, I believe.”
I looked at him shocked.
“If that is the case, then you must run away. You must escape.”
He looked at me, rather sadly, I thought,
“I cannot escape the task that I was born for. I have known all my life that Yahweh would ask much of me. It is only very recently that I have come to be certain that it is my life he requires.”
“But why are you prepared to give it?” I asked
“For you.” he answered simply, looking me straight in the face, “For you and for the rest of humankind. So that each of you will know and understand that Yahweh forgives each of you your sins, that he has provided me, his son to be an acceptable sacrifice for the sins of the whole world, both now and in the future. Your sins will be wiped clean with my death, and then all you will have to do is turn to Yahweh and love him.”
“But what about all the rules?” I asked
“The only rules I ask of you are, that you love Yahweh with all your heart, mind and strength and that you love your neighbours as you love yourself. These rules sum up everything the Priests of the Temple, the Rabbi’s and Teachers want you to do as a follower of Yahweh.”
With that he kept silence for a few minutes, while I tried to frame just one question out of the many that were bubbling around in my mind. He got up before I could say anything, rested his hand momentarily on my shoulder, and said,
“Any questions you have, wait a week, then ask my friends. They will be able to help you. Thank you for this vision of paradise. I will hold it in my mind as I face these next few days.”
He then released me, turned and quickly walked from the garden.
“For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place, when I was woven together in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed body; all the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be.” Psalm 139:13-16
Rabbi Jesus was right. On the Friday morning when I went to the market the place was buzzing with the news that overnight Rabbi Jesus had been arrested and tried and today he was going to be crucified. I rushed back to tell my Master, and together we went to Golgotha, the place of the Skull, where cruel Roman justice was meted out. There on a cross, between two thieves, was the man who had sat with me in my garden only a few days earlier, and opened my eyes to all the possibilities of loving Yahweh. I almost wanted to reject everything that he had taught me about the love Yahweh has for me, but he had told me that this was going to happen, and that in the end everything would be alright. Standing at the foot of the cross looking up at Rabbi Jesus hanging there wanting desperately to believe in and love Yahweh, and have his love in return, at that moment I didn’t see how it was possible.
“Search me, God, and know my heart; test me and know my anxious thoughts. See if there is any offensive way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting.” Psalm 139:23&24