28 December 2013

The Real Twelve Days of Christmas – Innocents

Merry Christmas Dear Reader,

Today is the day we honor those killed by Herod in Bethlehem.  The story is well known but little regarded in our modern era.  Many work to discount its veracity.  I cover it from a fictional perspective in my novel The Foster Father of God.  The point is that children are to be cherished no matter what station of life they hold. 

We live in a world where they seem more political fodder to many that precious lives that we should nurture and love.  Here is an excerpt from the book.

 A syphilis maddened king sits upon his cold marble throne waiting, watching, wondering when the Magi will return with the location of his enemy.  By the time he realizes that the seekers of the new king are not returning, the Son is safe in Egypt.  The family makes their way through the desert and settles in Memphis, a city large enough to provide work and anonymity.  Joseph easily finds a small house in which to set up a carpentry shop.  Though there is some resistance to a Jew in the community, his skill with the chisel and hammer soon have him working enough to meet the family needs.  After a harried journey, things begin to unfold quietly for the carpenter.  This is not so in Bethlehem.

Micah, surprised to find his tenant gone, assumes that he has journeyed to Jerusalem to present the Son at the temple.  Although he sees this as an unnecessary waste of time, he is thankful for the consistent flow of free goat’s milk provided by Jared’s faithful care for Mary’s small flock.  A month passes before Micah listens to Jared’s concern for the family’s lateness in returning.  Naomi enters the house to find that all of the personal possessions are gone and a note left for Micah and Naomi.  It simply states that they are not sure when they can return.  Some coins are on the table, intended to settle any debt that Micah feels Joseph owes to him.  Naomi pockets the coins and chooses to convince Micah to keep the home open for a while in the event of their return.

Unknown to Joseph, his friend Longinus, newly reassigned to lead Herod’s palace guard, rides to Bethlehem.  Unknown to Longinus, he seeks the life of Joseph’s Son.  In his madness Herod has surmised that the only way rid himself of the King is to kill all the children in Bethlehem and the surrounding community under two years old.  Longinus and forty men ride into Bethlehem at sunset two months after Joseph leaves.  The men bunk at the garrison but Longinus and Patrius spend the night in comfort at the inn on the edge of town.  They both note the skill and craftsmanship that are in its design.  They also note that the innkeeper has a young child, obviously under the age of two.

The following morning, before sunrise, the wailing cry of their Son awakens Joseph and Mary with a start.  For all their efforts, they cannot comfort him as he kicks and cries.  The Son refuses to nurse and even when he becomes exhausted from crying he whimpers fitfully throughout the day.  With no sign of illness or fever, the parents are perplexed as to what action will calm their Son.  They take turns holding and comforting him throughout the day.  By late afternoon, he succumbs to a fitful sleep marked by whimpers and the occasional cry.

The cries in Bethlehem will go on for days.  As was planned, the soldiers begin their task at first light.  Staging themselves on the outskirts of Bethlehem, they work systematically inward, going from house to house, searching for children under the age of two.  Soldiers like Patrius, however, are too enamored of the killing to remember the task.  Parents resisting the soldiers fall to their swords as well.  Late afternoon arrives before the soldiers, bloodied and weary begin to reach the center of town.  Patrius last act for the day is to visit the inn, collect his belongings, and kill the innkeeper’s youngest child.

The soldiers, including Longinus and Patrius go to the garrison where they will soak away the day’s work in the hot bath prepared for them by the local servants.  While the steam and water leach away the weariness and bloodstains, Longinus discusses the work with the local captain.
The captain offers, “This is the second time in the last few months we have had excitement here.”

Longinus stretches out in the hot water.  “What do you mean second time?  Has there been an uprising or some other event that set Herod off in this way?
The captain looks confused.  “No, but I thought you would know about all the noise over your father’s friend.  He came here for the registration and his wife gave birth.  All the locals talked about Messiah this and Messiah that.  There were bright lights and singing and people went on about if for days.”

The color drains from Longinus face so rapidly that the captain thinks him ill and calls for wine.  Longinus stops him and stepping out of the bath speaks, his voice trembling.  “You will not speak of this to any of my men.  Neither are you to tell anyone of our conversation.  Our loyalty is to Rome and this king of the Jews, Herod, is not long for life.  I have done as ordered.  All that I require of you is that you tell me where Joseph is and that you keep silence concerning your knowledge of him.  That same order applies to all your men as well.”

The captain, certain that he understands none of this, answers.  “We have not seen Joseph in two months.  He was to journey to Jerusalem for some ceremony then return.  Your father had warned him of Zealot activity in Nazareth and so Joseph had planned to stay here for some time. A rumor said that they departed with a caravan from the east.  That is all I know and I will obey your order of silence.”

Guilt and uncertainty grapple for control of Longinus.  He leaves the bath and secludes himself in borrowed officer’s quarters.   Physically he is clean but he still feels innocent blood on his hands.  For the third time in a year his path and Joseph’s have crossed and for the third time the ground has tasted blood for it.  Both this man and his wife have given the soldier friendship and trust.  The politics surrounding them has brought nothing but cruelty and death, first to his own men, then Joseph’s father, and now, unwitting innocents who were simply in the wrong town.  Rage and remorse course through the soldier who once took up his sword to defend the ideals of a noble state.  He signed on to serve for honor and a republic not the whims of a maddened puppet king.  He wonders how he drifted so far from his ideals that he did not even question the order to kill hundreds of innocent children.

The centurion eats his dinner alone and will see none of his men.  As he turns in for the night, he is certain that he can hear a sound carried throughout Bethlehem on the dessert wind.  The sound will haunt his dreams for the next three decades.  Night after night when Longinus is on the edge of sleep, he will hear the mournful wail of a woman weeping for her children who are no more.

Far away in Memphis, Joseph prepares to turn in for the night as well.  Exhausted from the day’s ordeal, Mary and Jesus are both already asleep.  When he first hears the crying, he thinks that it is his bride and goes to her, but she rests soundly, her breathing even and soft.  It becomes obvious that the weeping, carried on the night wind, comes form outside their home.  The carpenter offers a silent prayer for the unknown woman who sends her sorrow into the night, asking God to comfort her in her anguish.  The carpenter drifts off to sleep not knowing that there is no comfort for the land that wails from the pain of being gorged with so much innocent blood.


Lully, lullay, Thou little tiny Child,
By, by, lully, lullay.
Lullay, thou little tiny Child,
By, by, lully, lullay.

O sisters too, how may we do,
For to preserve this day
This poor youngling for whom we do sing
By, by, lully, lullay.

Herod, the king, in his raging,
Charged he hath this day
His men of might, in his own sight,
All children young to slay

Then, woe is me, poor Child for Thee!
And ever mourn and sigh
For thy parting neither say nor sing,
By, by, lully, lullay.

Wishing you joy in the journey,

Aramis Thorn

Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store."

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