Estelle and Robert: To Know Him

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Chapter 32 (v.1) - Joel

Submitted: July 30, 2019

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Samuel had no sooner left the house of Mavy who often ministered of her substance, taking turns with the other women when he was nearly run over by a young messenger. "Excuse me," the messenger painted, "Have you seen Jesus of Nazareth? I must speak to Him!"

Samuel knit his brows momentarily studying the youth's face. he had to be no older than he was, his face honest, etched with concern. "I have heard He is over yonder about half a mile from here. You may find Him there."

"Thank you!"

Samuel nodded, stepping to keep up with the group leaving, joining himself to Joel who had become a teacher of Israel to him. With his father late in the marketplace, Samuel, wanting to further his education, perhaps become a Pharisee himself learned from the older man, a father figure to the youth of barely seventeen.

Joel had no children of his own, despite being forty-five, devoting most of his free time to studying. It wasn't as if he had never thought of settling down with a family, it just had passed him by and before he knew it age had taken its toll. One moment he was fresh with youth, running along with the boys, then studying as young Samuel beneath his teacher, the next, grey hair speckled his hair, turning the raven black locks more grey than anything else. Lines creased his brows, crows feet around his eyes. Youth went. He had read about a time when God Himself had given His creation, mankind hundreds of years of life, and had gradually reduced it over time. How much time did he have left?

He glanced at the youth by his side, nearly his height

He glanced at the youth by his side, nearly his height. Like an adopted child to him, he noted the affectionate glances the boy threw to Estelle. Perhaps that was what had him bemoaning his single state. It wasn't the first, nor the last time he'd taken to Mavy, but with two young ones of her own, despite being widowed for eleven years, she'd be better off with someone who could keep up with the rambunctious children. But time had mellowed them too. Estelle would soon be pledged to Samuel. It was just a matter of time. He found himself smirking even as they continued along, knowing that it was Mavy who clung to her daughter, prolonging any chance of pledging for as long as she could muster. Perhaps now, he had a chance. King David had once said the glory of men were their grey hairs, perhaps she wouldn't be too aghast?

Sure enough, Jesus was found not far from where Samuel had declared, He, glancing up when the messenger drew near enough to murmur the news, "Martha of Bethany has sent me. The one You love is ill."

When Jesus heard it, he said, "This sickness is not unto death, but for the glory of God, that the Son of God might be glorified thereby

When Jesus heard it, he said, "This sickness is not unto death, but for the glory of God, that the Son of God might be glorified thereby." Despite loving the siblings, still, he stayed two days where He was before He told His disciples that it was time for them to visit Lazarus.

"But wait. Let's think about this for a moment. Remember the Jews of late?," Thomas protested, "Have you forgot they seek to stone You? You don't want to mess with that, do you?"

"Our friend Lazarus sleepeth, but I go, that I may awake him out of sleep." Jesus continued.


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