A CROSS THE CHASM 

By Tessa Harvey

    Esther stared out at the blustery rain-patched early spring day. She noted with surprise that the wild plum tree over the fence, having had some early new leaves and blossom ripped away had paused seemingly in its growth, yet forming tiny new flower buds.
    She rubbed one hand across her tired eyes and wondered once again where he had gone. he often nipped out without telling her. Esther wanted to quibble but it was never worth the effort. Instead she prayed again to the God she was not suppose to know anything about  - the Messiah who had been, and who was coming again.
    Sensing a presence, she turned slowly, trying to smile. To her surprise, Daniel, her husband, looked somehow vulnerable.
    "Esther," he began, unusually tentative, "what are you doing?"
    His wife had the strangest feeling he had been going to say something of importance. Taking a brave approach, she suddenly let the words pour out: "I am not thinking of my first husband as you seem to believe ki do. Nor am I going to keep quiet. Ariella believes in Jesus the Messiah and I believe that too. You Jews wait for a magnificent warrior hero like the English knights of legend.
    You expect this man to come in great power and deliver you. Well, he already has!! He came in a dirty animal pen and lay in an animal feed box because no-one had room in their hearts for a poor baby - but I do!"
    Daniel stood, his mouth open like a codfish.....

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