Christ the Lord: Out of Egypt

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at this great distance that people were raising fists to them, and the horses were dancing as horses do and I thought I saw stones flying through the air.
    I could hardly bear the slow pace of waiting. I think I wanted Joseph to push harder for us to get through the gate. He gave way so easily. And we did all have to keep together, and that included now Zebedee and his people, and also Elizabeth and Little John, and cousins whose names I didn't remember.
    At last we entered the gates, and to my surprise found ourselves in a huge tunnel. I could barely see the beautiful decorations all around us. The prayers of the people echoed off the roof and the walls. I joined in the prayers, but mostly I just looked around myself, and felt the breath taken out of me again, just as surely as when Eleazer had kicked me hard and I couldn't breathe.
    Finally, we came out into the great open space inside the first court of the Temple and it seemed that everyone shouted at once.
    Far, far away on either side of us were the columns of the roofed porches and in between people went on forever, and before us, there rose up high the wall of the Sanctuary. And the people on top of the roofs were so tiny that I couldn't even make out their faces so big was this holy place.
    I could hear and smell the animals that were gathered at the far porches, the animals offered for sale for sacrifice, and the noise of everybody rose in my ears.
    But the whole feeling of the crowd changed. Everyone was happy to be here. All the children were laughing with happiness.
    The sunshine was bright as it had never been in the tight streets of the city. The air was sweet and fresh.
    I heard the sound of horses, too, not the hooves, but the whinnying of horses being pulled up short, and I heard shouting.
    But for the moment, I was lost in looking ahead at the shining walls in front of me that enclosed the courts of the men and the women. I was too little to be taken to the court of the men. I would be staying with the women today, I knew. But I'd be able to see the men as they were sprinkled with the first purification for Passover.
    All of it was such a wonder to me, and the wonder of being inside it was beyond any words in me to describe it. I knew full well there were people around me from all over the Empire who had come to be here today and it was as wonderful as we had hoped it would be. Cleopas had lived to be here. Cleopas had lived to be purified and to eat the Passover meal with us. Maybe Cleopas would live to go home.
    It was our Temple and it was God's Temple and it seemed so splendid that we could enter it and come so close to God's presence.
    There were many many men running on top of the faraway porches. And men on other roofs, but they were tiny as I said, and I couldn't hear them though I knew they were shouting by the way their arms moved in the air.
    Suddenly, we were pushed this way and that. I thought Joseph would fall but he didn't.
    A huge cry went up from the crowd.
    People broke into shouting and women screamed. I think the children were thrilled. I was still on Joseph's shoulders, and we were packed in so tight that he couldn't move.
    For the first time I saw at the far left many armed soldiers on horseback coming right towards us through the crowd. We were all swept backwards as if the crowd were water and then forwards, and my mother and my aunt Mary were screaming and Little Salome was screaming and reaching out to me but we were too far apart for me to catch her hand.
    Most everyone around us was shouting in Aramaic, but many were shouting in Greek.
    "Get out, get out," men shouted. But there was no way to move. I could hear the bleating of the sheep suddenly, as if someone had made all the animals run. Then came the bellow of the cows or the oxen—a dreadful sound.
    The soldiers were coming closer and closer to us, and they had their spears raised. There was no way to move.
    Then out of nowhere stones began to fly.
    Everyone was screaming.

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