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A Spectacle of spectacles
by Julie Michaelson
03/02/10
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And,
He said to
the man
who had the
withered hand,
'Step forward.'
[Mark 3:3]
**************************
(Jesus is standing in front
of the synagogue.)
"Does anyone else,
wish to come to be
healed?"

(Pharisee Phil purses
his thin lips, and frowns.
His long face is flushed
with anger. He stands up
slowly: not with hesitancy,
but with dignity and pride.)

[QUIET VOICE,
FILLED WITH LOVE.]
"Do you wish to
be healed?"

"NO!
NO!
ABSOLUTELY NOT!
You are making a SPECTACLE: on the
SABBATH, yet!"
(Beady-eyed squint.)
"Now....SIT DOWN!"

[PATIENT PAUSE.]
"Do you wish to
be healed?"

(Pharisee Phil remains
standing. He looks over
at his peers; although
he can't see very clearly,
he knows they are all
firmly nodding at him.)
"NO!
NO!
This is SYNAGOGUE!
THIS IS SABBATH!
Now.......SIT DOWN!"

(A soft noise of dignified
murmurs can be heard,
in the background.)

[TENDER VOICE.]
"Do you wish
to be healed?"

(Pharisee Phil can
feel the flush creeping
around the back of
his thin neck, and up
his high forehead. The
redness, now, is due to
embarrassment: not anger.)
"NO!
NO...
I TELL YOU!
NOW, GO AWAY!"

(The room becomes
suddenly quiet. Everyone
is turning around to
stare, curiously.)

[PATIENT SILENCE.]

(Pharisee Phil is now
schvitzing*, profusely.
Only his pride forces him
to remain standing.
He pushes his long,
bearded chin out, even further.
He squints, even harder.)
"This is not the PLACE!
Nor, the TIME!
Now.....LEAVE!"

(Jesus steps forward.)

(Horrified, more with
terror than anger,
Pharisee Phil stiffens.)
"LEAVE!
LEAVE,
I TELL YOU!"

(Everyone, including
all of Phil'up's friends
and neighbors, are now
craning their heads. What
was going on?)

[QUIET VOICE.]
"Then......
you do not wish
to be healed?"

"NO!
NO!
ABSOLUTELY NOT!"
(Phil'up's bony knees,
under his long robes,
are shaking, with fear.
How did he get into
this awful predicament?
How can he escape?
Where can he GO?)

(Jesus steps, even closer.
His eyes are filled with love.
He speaks again, tenderly.)
"Ask Me,
child,
and I will
heal you."

(Phil'up purses his
thin lips, again: this
time, with distaste.
How DARE he be called...
a CHILD? How DARE HE!)
"I.....
I......"
(Shout.)
"GET AWAY FROM ME!"

[LOOK OF GREAT SORROW.]
[LONG PAUSE.]
[GENTLE NOD.]
"Very well,
My child."

(Pharisee Phil lets out
a short breath, of relief.
Slowly and with great
dignity, before his bony
knees begin to buckle,
he sits down. He holds
his head up, and mutters
something, inaudibly.)

(Jesus turns, and
walks away.)
_______________
(It is the next morning.
A knock comes on,
Pharisee Phil's door.)

"YES?
WHAT IS IT?"

(A young boy is standing
outside the door.)

(Beady-eyed squint.)
"YES?
WHAT DO YOU WANT?"

(The boy is holding
something in his small
hands: it is wrapped in
an old piece of cloth.)
"HERE, Rabbi!
The Lord told me...
to GIVE THIS to YOU!"

"WHO....?
WHO?"

(The boy doesn't
answer. He just, shyly,
holds out his hand.)

(Frown.)
(Squint.)
"What IS IT?
TELL ME!"

(The boy shrugs.)
"I DUNNO, Rabbi!
He just TOLD ME....
....uh, for you to...
LOOK.. at them!"

(Muttering,
Phil'up holds his
long hand, out.)

(The boy turns,
and runs away.)

(Phil'up, bewildered,
stands in the doorway:
still muttering.)
"What IS this?"
(Slowly unwraps
the small package.)
(Whispers, dumbfoundedly.)
"What IS.... this?"
(He holds the object
up at the light: squinting,
and squinting....
and,
squinting.
Suddenly....his eyes
widen, in shock.......
and, with great delight.)
"WHAT on EARTH.....?
WHY.....?
WHY!
WHY......!"

(Jesus, down the
road and walking along
with His disciples,
suddenly stops. He
looks back toward
the town, and nods,
and smiles. His disciples
look at Him curiously,
but don't say anything.
They just glance at one
another, and shrug.)
_________________
Epilogue

Pharisee Phil learned
how to use small gift,
from Jesus. He never
showed them to a soul;
they never wore out,
or broke. And, Phil'up
used them only when
he was very much alone.....
....and, reading.

And,
Pharisee Phil
now believed.

The End.

************************
He said
to the
man,
'Stretch out
your
hand.'
[Mark 3:5]

_________________
*Yiddish: 'to sweat,
like a pig'.




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