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The Holy Chalice
by Julie Michaelson
05/28/12
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And
He took a cup
and when
He had
given thanks
He gave it to them,
saying,
'Drink all of it.....
for this is
My blood
of the
covenant,
which is poured
out for many
for the forgiveness
of sins.'
[Matthew 26:27-28]
****************
Time: 33 A.D. (Approximately).
Place: The upper room of a house,
somewhere in Jerusalem.
Characters: The wife of the owner
of the house, and
her young daughter.
_______________
"LYDIA!
COME!
We have WORK
to DO!"

"Yes.....MOTHER!
COMING!"
(Lydia began to ascend the narrow,
dusty, uneven stone steps.
It was the morning after
the Passover, and
she and her mother
had been up since
before dawn, cleaning and washing.....washing
and cleaning.)

"COME!
COME!"
(Lydia's mother,
Oliviah, stood at the
top of the stone steps,
holding a big platter full of
dirty dishes, and bowls,
and cups.)
"HERE!
And.....be CAREFUL!"

"Of COURSE
I will........MOTHER!"
Lydia held her arms
out to receive the
heavy pottery. It was much warmer up here,
and already Lydia was hungry for
their midday meal.
Everyone else in the
house was still full
from the Passover
the evening before,
but at age twelve
Lydia was hungry
all the time. She
leaned against the
coolness of the
stone wall, for a moment:
half-turned on the steps.
"Is there any FOOD
left....up there...?"

Oliviah laughed;
her face was sweaty
and smudged with
dirt, and dust. She waved a used napkin
at a big fly buzzing around her head.
"Goodness......GIRL!
Yes, YES! There's
still a bit of BREAD,
and fruit! You can have it on your trip UP!"

Lydia slowly and deliberately cradled the heavy
platter, and turned
back down toward the kitchen. She
had all sorts of curious questions
about the strangers
of the night before,
but Lydia knew better than to ask:
her mother never
talked about paying
guests.
"Yes.......MOTHER!
I'll be RIGHT back
UP!"

"And.........don't RUSH! Set those
in the BASIN.....and,
then come back UP!
And.....TIE up your
HAIR, again! It's
falling DOWN...into
the PLATES!"
(Oliviah's strong voice trailed off, as
her footsteps could
be heard creaking
over the wooden slats of the upper
floor.)

"YES.........MOTHER!"
Lydia called back up the steps as she
carefully made her way down; very little
sunlight intruded on musty stairwell, and all of the candles had long burnt out. The air that day was still, even outside, and in the close hallway it was almost difficult to breathe.
Suddenly, Lydia's head scarf, damp with sweat and spotted with soot, came loose and floated down the dim narrow stairwell: landing on the bottom third step.
Lydia murmured, irritably.
"Oh...BOTHER!
.....Now,
WHAT!"

She paused on the
stairs; the scarf was
lying in the middle
of the stairs just
waiting for the slip
of a small sandaled foot. Lydia sighed,
and started to lean
over, just a little.....
perhaps she could
just reach down and
pinch the edge of the scarf with two
fingers.....and retrieve it, before
she slipped on the
rough stone stairs.

Lydia gently bit
her bottom lip, and
concentrated: balancing the platter
in one hand. She stretched out her
fingers and began to
grab at the piece of
material.......when
her other hand began to tire.

And, the edge of her platter
tipped waywardly.

A loud smashing
sound echoed through the still,
shadowy hallway.

Everything was quiet
for a moment. Then
a strong voice called
down from the upper
room.
"LYDIA!
What HAPPENED?
Are you........
.......ALRIGHT?"

Lydia's voice sounded muffled,
as she called up the
cool, stone hallway.
"YES......MOTHER!
It's ALRIGHT!
I only dropped one
little.....CUP!"

Her mother let out
a exasperated huff.
"GOODNESS!
Well.........GET down
in the KITCHEN!
I'll sweep it up,
LATER!"
Oliviah paused.
"And......don't STEP
on IT! You'll CUT
your TOES!"

Lydia's young voice echoed again,
up the darkening stairwell.
"Don't WORRY,
MOTHER! There's...
NOTHING......
LEFT....
of it!
It just all....
CRUMBLED!"

Oliviah, standing on the warm landing
of the stairs and holding a big dusty floor
pillow, just shrugged. The musty-smelling pillow
had several greasy meat stains on it. She swatted at another
big green fly, and shrugged her shoulders again. She shook
her head ruefully, and called down.
"........just a CUP!"
*****************
I tell you
I shall not drink
again
of this fruit
of the vine
until that day
when I drink it
new with you
in My
Father's
kingdom.
[Matthew 26:29]


Copyright 2012.

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