Trust Series Continues – Is Trust Shattered or Sacred?

Jesus, God, trust, escape, resurrection

 

The Trust Series Continues:

Is Trust Shattered or Sacred? If you have not been reading along with us, I recommend you click the follow links and read the previous posts, otherwise, this post will not make sense:

The Easter 2017 Trust Series:

And there are links to the entire Trust Series at the bottom of the post so you can join us on learning about trust, why it is important, and how to grow healthy trust.

Ok, on to today’s story –

An Obsession

I have become obsessed with escaping the confines of this cave, and. . . you . . . and running to talk to Mary.

You are so conservative, cautious, and controlled. So spiritual, and trusting.

I on the other hand seek the truth. To accomplish that I want to talk to Mary and see what she says. If I were honest, I’m embarrassed we slunk away from the tomb that day. Do you realize that while we snuck back along the stream to the safety of the cave, Mary talked to Jesus?

Why didn’t we have the courage to stay?

Why don’t I have the courage to voice these things out loud to you?

Maybe I don’t trust you enough.

I certainly don’t trust myself.

And apparently, I don’t trust Jesus enough.

I know we prayed, but I still want to see Him for myself. And if I can’t, I want to talk to someone who did.

But even if I talk to her, I may not believe her.

What is wrong with me?

Why am I so confused?

I’m not afraid of facing the soldiers if Jesus is alive. But how am I supposed to find out?

You say pray and wait.

I say pray and act. And that is what I’m going to do. Somehow, I have to figure out a way to get out of here without anyone noticing. Especially you. Then I can find my way to where Mary and the others are hiding and get some answers.

Play It Cool

The women have started to prepare the evening meal. I’ll help so nothing seems unusual.

Taking an onion, I start to chop. Tears come as I contemplate how to get past the men at the mouth of the main cave. Maybe I can tell them I have to run to my house for something. Or I could tell them the truth and then laugh like it’s a joke. Yes, that’s what I’ll do.

As I finish chopping and pour the onion in the pot I say, “Oh my that was a strong onion, I can barely see through the tears. What else are we adding? Okay, can you hand me some please? Oh thank you. These are the fattest carrots I’ve ever seen. They should be delicious.”

We finish the preparations and the meal is left to simmer. I love how the aroma of the vegetables and herbs mix with the campfire smoke. It will take some time for the meal to be ready since we have to keep the fire small so the smoke doesn’t escape the cave and alert the soldiers to our whereabouts.

Everyone has gone back to their family areas in the cave and no one is paying attention to anyone else. Hum, rather than wait for the cover of darkness maybe now is the perfect time to make good my escape.

Let me think . . .

As I walk back to our little area I notice you are leaned up against the cave wall sound asleep. Yes! I can grab the water jug and use that as an excuse to go outside.

I can hear my heart in my ears and adrenaline courses through my veins. I’m ready to bolt, but I must appear calm on the outside. I take a deep breath to still my nerves and bend down to pick up the jug.

You moan.

I freeze.

You yawn, stretch, and lay down on your mat. In a moment you start to snore.

My strangle hold on the water jug relaxes a bit as I stand up, turn, and walk out of our chamber within the main cave.

Great! Instead of two men watching the front, there is a group of them. Two of them are talking at the same time, loudly. The others are standing around with their arms crossed, grinding their teeth. I can see their jaw muscles from here. Joseph, the one who told us about Mary Magdalene, stands a foot or two behind the group, with his feet apart and his fists are clinched.

I hug the edge of the cave and aim for the open space just to the right of the group.

Only a few more feet to go . . .

My head jerks their direction when a voice booms, “You there, what are you doing?”

My mouth goes dry and the pounding has turned to thunder in my ears as I hold up the water jug without a word.

The man turns back to the group and ignores me.

I walk by without a glance and step into the sunshine.

Under the Cloak of Daylight

It’s so bright after being in the cave I can’t see. But I don’t stop. I know the stream is ahead and to the left. After a few steps forward I turn and hope I’m headed in the right direction. My eyes adjust to the brightness as I step into the cool water. As I bend over to fill the jug I take the chance and look around me. No one. There is no one else there.

I stand up, and casually glance around again. My heart leaps. I think I can do this. I tuck the jug under my arm, and start down the stream. It runs from the quarry, down the canyon past the cave, all the way to the tunnels under Jerusalem. As long as no one is getting water, I should be able to get close to where Mary and the others are hiding.

I meander down the stream until out of sight of the cave, and stop to listen. The only sounds are the birds chirping and the leaves rustling in the breeze. I pick my way out of the stream and up the bank to the trail that leads into town. With a sigh I realize I have made good my escape. Now I have to get to Mary and talk to her, and then back here as quick and safe as possible.

With the water jug in one hand I grab my garments in the other so I don’t trip, and take off at a jog. But after a dozen strides I hear something and stop. Frozen, I hold my breath and listen.

Is that voices?

Continued. . .

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Comments

  1. Jan Smith April 28, 2017 #

    Oh thank you for writing this Kristi! I feel as though I’m the one talking. Like I’m living this experience. It is changing the way I look at Jesus’ death and resurrection. Thank you!
    Yes! My husband and I will be praying for you and for your blog! I hope everyone that reads it will be. This is powerful!

    God Bless you and your writing!

    • Kristi Ross April 29, 2017 #

      Oh thank you Jan! I love your support! And I’m thrilled to hear you say you are enjoying the story and that you are living it. That was my goal! And thank you, thank you, thank you for praying over this with me! I need your prayerful support more than you have any idea! God bless you dear friend! I look forward to the day we actually get to meet face to face!
      Be Blessed,
      Kristi

    • Kristi Ross May 3, 2017 #

      Thank you Jan! It thrills me to hear you say that! And thank yo so much for your prayers! That’s exactly what I, and this story need. Thank you again!
      Be Blessed,
      Kristi

  2. Dwayne Reeder April 29, 2017 #

    I love the way this story is being told, like it has been handed down from generation to generation just like in the days of old. It’s so easy to witness the complexity of emotions regarding the events surrounding the death of Christ.

    I can’t wait to see how this character deals with the events, surely with a limited understanding and limited resources that they must have had almost 2000 years ago.

    • Brittany April 29, 2017 #

      Yes, Dwayne, I agree! It’s as though I’m the one telling the story. I hadn’t ever thought about what just another normal person would have experienced during that time. It must have been rough. I wish Kristi would hurry up and share the rest of the story with us!

      • Kristi Ross April 29, 2017 #

        Wow, thank you Brittany and Dwayne! You all know how to make a girls day! It’s interesting how God took what I wanted to write about trust and is turning into something completely different. I’m enjoying writing it and love that you all are experiencing it just as I hoped you would! Up close and first hand. Please keep this story in your prayers and we’ll see where we end up next!
        Thanks,
        Kristi

    • Kristi Ross April 29, 2017 #

      Thank you Dwayne! I appreciate you and your thoughts more than you have any idea! You Rock my friend!!

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