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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Appointment (02/09/12)

TITLE: New Methods
By Terry R A Eissfeldt


This morning dawned like so many, yet everything is different. All I held as true and logical is shaken to the core.

I’m a doctor. I deal in science. My reality is facts. Things I see, taste, smell, touch. I discover truth through scientific process; controlled experiments, precise exploration, and repetition.

I know many of my countrymen feel I’ve sold out to the occupying authorities, but their methods and discoveries are so far ahead of ours. I must align myself with them in order to learn. I’m only thinking of my patients. Although, I suppose, it has made me a rich man.

Eeva has been my patient for many years. She wanted what every woman wants: children. Being well off afforded her constant medical intervention. In fact, she held a regular monthly appointment for years.

Alas, all to no avail. Nothing I did helped. No herbal concoction I sold her stopped the slow and steady drip.

Her husband finally divorced her, yet she still came. She’s never missed an appointment. Until today.

I’ve heard rumors of this Rabbi everyone is talking about but I hold little credence in the teachings of wandering prophets.

Some of my patients told me he’s different.

“He speaks with authority,” they say. “He works miracles and heals many.”

Bah! These radicals come and go like the moon phases.........

Excuse my pause, in our conversation. But I’m hearing myself talk and it seems a bit hollow after the events of the day.

I’m open for patients everyday, but the Sabbath of course. Yet this morning, when I opened the door, no one was waiting. No one! Not one leper or blind man. Not one cripple or deaf. Not even a child with a sniffle. I waited an hour before I realized it wasn’t just my street that was quiet. The whole neighborhood was quiet. Almost deathly quiet.

I saw children running down the street so I stopped them and asked where everyone was.

“Jesus is here!” they yelled, “Everyone is with Jesus!”

They ran off shouting and laughing as if it were a holiday.

Since no one showed up for their appointments, I decided to go and see what all the commotion was about.

The whole city was pushing in to see this Jesus. I weaved my way through so I could get a good look him. I got to the edge of the crowd and spotted him. He was stopped in the middle of the street talking to a synagogue leader, Jarius.

Jarius brought his daughter to see me a few days ago. She’s very ill. I gave him little hope as I’d seen this illness take many children. I instructed him to take her home to die. Now here he was, incoherent with grief, begging this man to come and heal her.

Jesus agreed. Jairus stood up and they were trying to get through the crowd. That’s when I saw Eeva. She came up behind Jesus, basically crawling, and then reached out her hand and touched the hem of his robe.

Her face...I’ll never forget it. It was grey and drawn, like it’s been for years...and then...in an instant...a breath, really, there was... peace...light...hope.

Jesus stopped. Right in the middle of the street. Jarius was desperately coaxing him to keep going. But he stopped, looked around and said, “Who touched me?”

I couldn’t believe it! How did he even know. I mean, everyone was touching him, pushing in to catch a glimpse or hear a word.

I kept my eyes on Eeva. Partly to see if she’d confess and partly because, well frankly, I couldn’t stop looking at her shining face. All color had returned and her blue eyes sparkled.

She was trembling. I’m not sure if it was fear or pure joy. She fell down in front of Jesus, like Jarius, yet different. She told him her entire medical history.

As I listened, I knew I’d done everything I could. I was proud of my treatment. It wasn’t my fault her condition was beyond my understanding.

Then Jesus reached down, helped her up and said, “Daughter, your faith has made you well. Go in peace, and be healed of your disease.”

That was only a few moments ago.

Are you coming?

I’m going to follow Jesus to Jarius’ house to see what he does.

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C D Swanson 02/17/12
Beautiful job- and right on topic. Nicely done. God Bless
Lisa Johnson02/19/12
I love it when a good story comes together! You did a very good job with this one.