Estelle and Robert: To Know Him

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Chapter 3 (v.1) - He Shall be Called a Nazarene

Submitted: July 14, 2019

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"Wait," his voice was breathy, from having directly obeyed the Spirit's leading him to the temple, his white beard lifting several inches off of his chest as his mouth widened into an awed smile, his arms reaching for the baby, taking him into his arms, he blessed God, " Lord, now lettest thou thy servant depart in peace, according to thy word: For mine eyes have seen thy salvation, Which thou hast prepared before the face of all people; A light to lighten the Gentiles, and the glory of thy people Israel."

Joseph and Mary exchanged glances as they gazed at the man prophesying in awe. What manner of child was this?

And Simeon blessed them, and said unto Mary his mother, "Behold, this child is set for the fall and rising again of many in Israel; and for a sign which shall be spoken against;", his jaw set in place, a look of sorrow passing over his features, "Yea, a sword shall pierce through thy own soul also, that the thoughts of many hearts may be revealed."

Anna cast a motherly look at the siblings as they entered the temple. It was more of a home then a temple to her. After her husband died, she never left, choosing to spend the rest of her days in prayer and fasting, serving the Lord there. Each day was similar, nothing quite out of the ordinary. The mandatory tax had brought in a few new faces, such as the brother and sister duo clinging to their mother's elbows, but besides that, it was work as usual. Estelle cocked her head in the direction of the older woman, a bright smile upon her face as she greeted a few of those gathering, a cloth in her hand as she dusted here and there as if it were the most wonderful thing ever. Estelle couldn't help but wrinkle her nose. Who enjoys cleaning? Especially when it's not even your mess?

The twinkle in Anna's eye never diminished, even as her face flushed in excitement, nearly tripping over Robert... or it could have been her hemline as she darted towards the young couple, baby in arms. Cooing over the baby, she stroked the hand that would one day stretch out to redeem His people. "... Praise the Lord, He has remembered His people. There will be redemption..."

 

Joseph awoke with a start, his face draining of all the blood

Joseph awoke with a start, his face draining of all the blood. Jesus was not his son by blood and yet the adoration he had was nothing that could be described. Had not the same angel appeared to him again, he would have chalked it up as a nightmare and rolled over to hold his wife and try to get a few hours of extra sleep so desperately needed, but this was assuredly from God. A dire warning "Arise, and take the young child and his mother, and flee into Egypt, and be thou there until I bring thee word: for Herod will seek the young child to destroy him."

Had they not received the promise that they would remain in Egypt safe until they were called back to Israel, it might have been a different trip, but even under the darkness of night as they fled for Egypt, Mary murmured praises to God as she held Jesus cradled against her. He was their Keeper.

Herod paced the floors of his castle until he was bemusedly told that if he continued to do so, he would wear a hole through the floor

Herod paced the floors of his castle until he was bemusedly told that if he continued to do so, he would wear a hole through the floor. An innocent joke, but Herod would have none of it, his face red and fuming. He'd been mocked. Little did he know then that God was behind the reason the wise men did not return his way on their way back home. He'd have to take matters into his own hands. "Guards!" he thundered as the clanging of armor-clad men ran towards him, "I have been mocked! Go forth and slay all the children... from two years of age and under!"

Then was fulfilled that which was spoken by Jeremiah the prophet, saying, In Rama was there a voice heard, lamentation, and weeping, and great mourning, Rachel weeping for her children, and would not be comforted, because they are not

Then was fulfilled that which was spoken by Jeremiah the prophet, saying, In Rama was there a voice heard, lamentation, and weeping, and great mourning, Rachel weeping for her children, and would not be comforted, because they are not.

Surely God measures the wickedness of men, and Herod died in his sins. Then went the angel of the Lord in a dream to Joseph to call them back to Israel. He is the God of His promises. Not one word would fail.

So, Joseph, Mary, and Jesus turned aside into the parts of Galilee, and dwelt in a city called Nazarene, fulfilling the prophecy, He shall be called a Nazarene.

 


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