If this repentant woman of the street
culture hoped to find encouragement in the employment of a religious
leader, she would have quickly discovered her mistake. It would not have taken
long to realize the same sham existed in his world of religious movers and
shakers as in her old culture
She would also have realized that the word
“forgiveness” was not a part of the working vocabulary of this man of the Book.
She was a sinner, and she was a drudge. There were no invitations for change.
She was there to be used. Of course, not in the same way she had been used, but
used nevertheless – and scorned in the process. When you have no options, you
do what you have to do.
I imagine her, with weary steps, passing the homeowner on her
way to dump some wash water. She may have overheard a snatch of plans with the
superior servants who knew how to work the system.
A guest would be coming. Apparently it
would not be someone especially important. After all, the chief foot washer and
his cadre had been given that evening off.
“Just because he lets the ignorant crowd
call him Messiah doesn’t mean he gets
royal treatment from me,” the man might have growled to his nodding personnel With
a wink, he may have added, “A full stomach and a few glasses of wine should be
sufficient for this fly-by-night hero to blow his cover.”
If it unfolded that way, the woman would
not have heard the obligatory snickers of the servants. In fact, she may not
have heard anything. Only one word would ring in her ears.
Messiah.
How does one act normal when they realize the person of their dreams is coming to the hood?
Val was here. X marks the spot :-)
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