An Eye Opening Experience

I mentioned in an earlier post that I had been posting and collaborating on hitrecord.org, an art collaboration hosted by Joseph Gordon-Levitt. A lot of times, he presents a challenge. In this challenge he sets parameters for what the topic is or how he wants it presented.

One of his challenges was RE: The Bible.

I know, unique and interesting. I had to look into it. One of the challenges was to “remix” a story from the Bible and tell it from a different point of view. That sounded like a great idea to me, so I decided to do it.

So this is it. DTRAiN’s remix of the Gospel of John Chapters 7-8.

Again, I gave a song that I thought really set the scene. I hope you really enjoy this one. 
I enjoyed writing it for you.

RegularJOE made the call. The Bible was the topic.

I have heard from many people that they try to read the Bible, but the can never understand it. Or, sometimes, I have heard people say, “Yeah, the Bible is OK, but I can’t relate to it. Nothing in it has anything to do with me.”

So, I decided to tell a story. Actually, a story that was already told. I would like to mention that in popular culture and opinion, the woman in this story is depicted as Mary Magdelene; however, that is not mentioned. The woman in this story is nameless, so I am not going to buy into popular culture depictions of "characters" in the Bible. I am am going to tell the story as it is presented. That being said, as many of you know, I do enjoy showing illustrations with text, so I tried to use the best ones possible.

The Gospel of John, Chapters 7-8 (a creative narrative)

It was the day after the Festival of Tabernacles. The city was already stirring for what had occurred yesterday. There was doubt. There was dissension. But for Eliezer, there was hope.

There was word that someone had disturbed the festival the day before, but rumor had said that he had left. Why were the High Priests against him so much? Many people called him a good teacher, who taught from the scrolls with knowledge and authority. Certainly, he was a learned man. A Levite? Certainly, a rabbi. Regardless, this man had left the Temple courts, and going to listen to the teachers in the Temple was one of Eliezer’s favorite things to do.

It was not because he was a very religious person, but more because he took a lot of joy in hearing the teachers and rabbis talk of Moses and the prophets, especially during the Festival Sukkot. In many ways, he felt that it was his favorite holiday. His father had told him that he was named in honor of the festival, “my God has helped.” Eliezer had also known firsthand and seen with his own eyes how the God of Jacob and Moses had helped him and his family through the years, especially in these difficult times of the Romans.

Eliezer’s grandfather had told him many stories of how cruel and wicked Babylon was to Israel many years ago, but grandfather had never seen anything to compare to the atrocities that Caesar was doing to God’s people. Israel had been crying out for many years for Messiah to come and rescue them from this existence and restore her to the glory of King David, but Messiah had not come.

It was for these reasons that Eliezer found comfort in going to the Temple courts this day.

As usual, it was crowded. Many groups of people surrounded various rabbis that were reading from the Book of Ecclesiastes, which was common for the Festival and the upcoming Sabbath during Sukkot. There was, however, one particular teacher that was commanding a large amount of attention off to the left side. Eliezer decided to see what the commotion was about. As he approached, he heard the rabbi reading from the Book of Ecclesiastes as well, but something was different. Usually when a holy man read in the Temple, most people would sit quietly and listen. With this man, people where whispering and pushing to get closer to him. It was very distracting.

That’s when it happened. The crowd opened up so quickly that Eliezer almost fell over. A small child was shoved to the side and pushed to the ground.  Eliezer quickly kneeled to help her up. As he was down on his knees, he looked to his left and saw the mob. It was a large group of officials and the teachers of the law pushing their way through the crowd dragging a woman by her hair. She was stumbling and crying out in pain. The tears had created smears on her face from the dust in the commotion. Still by her hair, they threw her forward to the ground in front of the entire group of people that had been dispersed.

He looked to his right, and noticed the rabbi who was teaching. It appeared to Eliezer that this mob had intentionally brought this woman to the Temple courts specifically to be in the presence of this man. The man put down his scroll slowly. He didn’t seem angry that he was interrupted. The man had an incredible peace and love about his very presence that could not be described. Then he stood up and looked at the mob. Something in the man’s eyes gave away the truth.

He knew. The man knew!

He knew that they were trying to trick him or force him to make a judgement!

He then looked down at the woman.

Eliezer watched this entire scene unfold. It was completely silent in the Temple. All teaching had stopped. All whispering had ceased. The only sound was the woman horribly sobbing on the ground.

One of the main officials stepped forward. He was so proud and pious. No longer did Eliezer see a holy teacher of the law. No, he saw a man that was filled with hate and anger. With sin.

He spoke in a voice that shattered the silence in the room, “Teacher! This woman was caught in the act of adultery.” He spat on the ground as he finished the sentence. This disgust in his voice was obvious. The disdain that he held for this wretched woman was noticed by everyone surrounding the area.

“In the Law,” when he started up again, he pointed at the scroll that the man had just placed down, “Moses commanded us to stone such women! Now what do you say?”

It became clear to Eliezer. This was the man. This was the teacher that had caused the commotion yesterday. This was the man who people were talking about. This was the man who said, “Let anyone who is thirsty come to me and drink. Whoever believes in me, as Scripture has said, rivers of living water will flow from within them.”

People called him The Prophet.

People called him Mashiach.

He was Yeshua - Jesus of Nazareth.

The teachers of the law stood before Jesus smug, demanding an answer. If he said the wrong thing, they would surely say he was blaspheming the name of the God of Jacob. The room stayed silent.

There was no sound, save the silent weeping of a woman who was aware of her pending death, a death that by all rights of the law would be well deserved. Her adultery was explicitly talked about in the law, and her sentence was clear.

Jesus knelt to the ground and began writing in the sand. Eliezer could not see what was being written, but it was obvious that there were words being spelled. Eliezer pushed forward to catch a glimpse of what was written.

This silence infuriated the Pharisees even more and they began to push the issue. They demanded a ruling on this issue, and still Jesus wrote in the sand saying nothing. Until he stood.

When he did, it felt as if all of the air was instantly sucked out of the room. Even the woman stopped crying. Eliezer glanced at her. There was terror in her face, as she knew that this teacher was about to pass judgement on her. Then Eliezer glanced at the faces of the Pharisees. Their faces betrayed their true emotions, and they were ready to condemn anything that Jesus had to say.

When Jesus spoke, Eliezer instantly felt his heart beat quicken. He felt tears in his eyes. He felt his mouth dry up. He was torn in the sense of wanting to look away, because this man was so different than any other man – and yet, Eliezer couldn’t look away. He was captivated by this man’s voice.

People called him The Prophet.

People called him Mashiach.

He was Yeshua - Jesus of Nazareth.

“Let any one of you who is without sin be the first to throw a stone at her,” Jesus said.

It was that simple. He knew the law, and he knew that the Pharisees knew the law too, but what did he just say? He told them to stone her if they too were without sin! Eliezer could not believe his ears. There was no one in the room that could throw a stone. Eliezer knew that every sin written in the Torah required a punishment, and yet, these Pharisees were only pointing out the sin of this woman.

Jesus kneeled down again, and began writing in the sand again. At this time, Eliezer was not interested in what was being written; he was focused on the mob that had dragged this poor woman into a public shaming, ready to kill her. The older men in the mob began exiting the area. The Temple courts began to clear out. Many of the men ready to stone her turned and walked away. They could not say that they were without sin. Not a one of them. As the crowd emptied, Eliezer slowly walked away as well, but he stepped slowly to the wall so that he could see Jesus with this woman.

As he finished writing, Jesus touched the hand of this woman, and she looked into his face. They both stood up together. Her clothes were dirty and torn in areas. Her head covering was nowhere to be seen, and her hair was uneven and torn from being pulled and dragged by the men. It was at this time, that Eliezer began to silently weep. He too knew that he could not throw a stone at this woman, and yet, Jesus stood next to her and spoke.

“Woman, where are they? Has no one condemned you,” he asked.

“No one, sir,” she said.

“Then neither do I condemn you,” Jesus declared. “Go now and leave your life of sin.”

Jesus turned to where he had put the scroll down, and rolled it back up. Many of the people who had been listening to him returned, and many more joined. Eliezer turned and walked out of the Temple courts. He heard Jesus begin teaching again, “I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life…”

Eliezer began to run home. He needed to tell his family about Jesus. He needed to tell them the wondrous thing that he had just witnessed. He needed to show them where Jesus was teaching.

People called him Mashiach.

He was Yeshua.

Jesus of Nazareth.

Routine Procedure - Part 2

I did an exercise a while back. It was 600 words or less relating to just a picture provided to me. If you want to, you can read it HERE

I received an enormous amount of feedback regarding it, both here and at hitrecord.org. The main sentiment by everyone who read it was.....tell me more.

As many of you know, I'm a big music fan, and I live my life in a movie soundtrack. For this entry, I would like you to play this song by a band called Dead can Dance. It's an interesting piece that I think captures this narrative quite well.

So without any more yakking by me, I give you the latest chapter in this story.










Routine Procedure - Part 2

As she sipped her vodka tonic, she looked down at the headline on the Newsweek once again. It seemed so unreal, and yet when she looked out of her window from the airliner, there it was. The planet seemed so close that she felt that she could reach out and touch it through the glass. It made no sense to her. Why now? What did it all mean?

“Scientists still unsure of the cause for the planet’s appearance,” the article read.

“Three months ago, a bright orb appeared in the night sky fascinated astronomers across the globe. What at first was deemed a newly discovered comet pushing its way through our galaxy, has been determined to be a planet. Lead NASA analyst, April Franke said, ‘We know that the planet’s density and gravity match our own. In many ways, the planet appears to be almost identical to Earth.  What we cannot determine is the cause of its appearance, and why its approach to Earth has stopped. All we have discovered at this point is that it is sharing our orbit, and it shows no signs of disrupting our gravitational pull.’”

April sipped her vodka again and sighed. Her flight began its descent to JFK International. She received the call yesterday that there had been a development, and that she was needed immediately in Washington. Going to DC, especially at a moment’s notice was the last thing that she wanted to do for her weekend. After being swarmed by the press and being swamped at work, she had some well-earned vacation time waiting for her in Montana with her boyfriend. He had been sympathetic of her increased work hours and understood that she was unable to talk about the planet with him, but this get-away at the cabin was something they were both looking forward to.

The plane touched down and started to taxi its way to the terminal. She looked out the window, but noticed that the plane was passing the terminal where it would connect to the jet bridge. At first, April thought nothing of it. “I guess we are going down some stairs the old-fashioned way,” she thought to herself. She downed her drink, and put her tray up. The other passengers on the plane grumbled because the inconvenience as they all stood to get their carry-ons from the cabin hold.

“Uh, ladies and gentlemen, please remain seated until the attendants give you instructions. Thank you,” the captain said over the intercom. Passengers continued to grumble as they sat back down, and a baby started to cry.

“Great,” April said, “That’s all we need.”

A silence moved through the plane starting with first class at the front. Despite herself, April shivered once she noticed the silence. It was coupled by unease, a peculiar feeling that people were looking at her.

The Secret Service was standing in the aisle next to her, expecting her to go with them immediately.

“You know, you guys could have just met me in the terminal and not held up all of these people,” April said shortly.

She grabbed her bag and walked down the aisle. There were two agents in front of her and two agents behind her. The amount of attention she was getting from the passengers as she walked made her aware of the situation. She glanced to her left out the windows and saw the five car motorcade waiting on the tarmac.

Once outside, a man in a grey suit and glasses approached her.

“Miss Franke?”

“Yes. You know, this is all really unnecessary. You could’ve –“

She was cut off by a sting in her neck, a burning sensation that felt like an object was just put into her body. She looked around and saw one of the agents holding a device that looked like a syringe, but something from a movie.

They pushed her into a black SUV, and the motorcade began driving.

“What is all of this? What is going on here?”

“Miss, there has been a development, and your research is compromised.”

“I have Top Secret clearance. I assure you, I know more about my research than you do!”

“I doubt that, miss. We have some questions for you.”

“Keep waiting. I only report to the President, and I am sure that she is going to love this blatant ignorance and misinformation!”

“You don’t understand April, it’s the President that ordered this.”

...and he returns

I know.

I know.

I deserve it. I abandoned you all for the better part of three months. Inexcusable.

Let it be known, I have not sat idle.

Have you ever heard of hitrecord.org?

It’s a collaborative art experiment that Joseph Gordon-Levitt has put together. He also has a show called hitRecord on TV. His vision is to gather artists of all mediums together to collaborate on a number of different themes.

Well, after I saw the show, I decided to join. I was truly inspired.

Aside from this humble apology, I will be posting two pieces for you today.

Enjoy.