In Sidon she asked, “Have you seen Jesus?”
An old woman raised her walking stick and pointed north toward Tyre. “He’s there. Look for a big crowd.”
Excited and determined she journeyed on.
Travelers filled the dusty road between Sidon and Tyre. This comforted her. She felt safe tucked among the people. She settled in a few steps behind a family of five.
A man came up beside her. He asked, “Are you on your way to see Jesus?”
The stranger’s question alarmed her. Yet she answered confidently, “Yes I am.”
“Well, you won’t see Jesus without assistance. You have to follow a proper procedure to get to him. But fortunately I can help you. I know the routine and the people who will get you in front of Jesus.”
In suspicion her face flushed. She looked down at the road. “You say there’s a process to follow?”
“There is …. Do you have money?”
She had a few coins hidden in her robe. But she answered him, “No. Do I need money to see Jesus?” She walked a little faster closing the distance between herself and the family of five.
“Well, it makes things easier. The quickest way to get to Jesus is through his disciples. Judas is the disciple I know. He’ll set you up to see Jesus.”
“Oh?” She needed to get away from this stranger and his bribe. “I have no money. I just want to see Jesus.”
The man regarded her as they walked. Then he drifted back. When she looked over her shoulder she spotted him talking to someone else.
She worried. The man had planted seeds of doubt. After traveling all this distance, would she be prevented from seeing Jesus?
Just then a young girl from the family ahead turned and said, “He’s wrong. You don’t need money.”
“No?” Relief warmed her chill.
“Jesus sees everyone,” she said.
“Yes, just have faith and be patient.”
Her excitement returned and she pressed on. The road’s incline made it impossible for her to see over the hill.
As she climbed, she recalled the many times she and her husband had hoped for some sign of change in their daughter. Honestly, hope felt nearly crushed. Patience? It had slipped like sand through their fingers.
But at this moment, from deep within, she felt a stirring. She knew it was an ember of hope? She would find a way. She would see Jesus.
At the crest of the slope the young girl ahead pointed and shouted, “Look! There he is!”
(To be continued).
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