Little bit of Everything

This is Sir Archibald the Stoic, The Floofiest of Floofs. He’s here to remind you that

1) This too shall pass

2) You are valid and loved

3) You bring something unique to this world whether you can see it or not

Ezra has heard of Yeshua. Everyone had honestly. How could you not hear of the traveling Rabbi would healed with a touch of his hand. He had come to Judea from Galilee. Ezra and his friends had been following the massive crowd with their mothers all day. Looking to either side, Ezra could see the ill, brought by those who loved them, hoping and begging Yahweh that Yeshua would heal their charge. Scattered among the ill, were the curious. The Rabbi taught in strange stories that left the Pharisees in the crowd whispering among themselves.

Ezra and his friends just wanted to hear Yeshua for themselves. They darted in and out through the crowd, trying to get a closer look at the Rabbi. Everyone they knew who had seen him said that by most standards, Yeshua was not someone who looked remarkable. He was not blessed with fine features or an attractive physique. However, they also said there was something about him that drew people to him. It wasn’t just the healing though that was a large part of it.

Ezra’s mother and grandmother were closer to Yeshua in the crowd. They had brought Ezra to see Yeshua. His grandmother hoped the Rabbi would lay His hands on Ezra and bless him. She hoped maybe that way Ezra would be blessed with success or safety or really anything that would help him in these dangerous times. His mother had complied to appease her opinionated mother-in-law. Ezra’s mother Miriam had just been speaking to a surly looking man who was one of Yeshua’s close friends when Ezra approached, squeezing his way through the crowd as they pressed close. Yeshua’s friend obviously did not want the womenfolk to bother the Rabbi with blessing children. Ezra’s heart sunk as he heard the man rebuke his mother, telling her Yeshua was simply too busy to lay His hands on the children.

Yeshua paused, in His speaking to those around Him. He looked over to his friend with a calm look on His face, yet Ezra saw a bit of rebuke there. Ezra studied His features. The rumors were true. Yeshua was not someone that Ezra would have picked from a crowd of many men as anyone special. Although there was something about when Ezra looked into His eyes, something there was remarkable. Fire burned there and compassion strangely enough. Truth and empathy lived there together. Power and love intermixed in a way Ezra had never seen before.

“Let the little children come to me and do not hinder them, for to such belongs the kingdom of heaven.” Yeshua smiled at Ezra and his friends , like they were long expected guests who had just arrived. It seemed almost like Yeshua had been waiting all day to see them. Ezra and his friends walked towards Him, nudged forward by those who had brought them. Yeshua welcomed them and began to talk to them about their lives. Though His tone was different then the condescending way adults often used, instead as if their thoughts were as wise as any adult. They stayed there for a while before Yeshua said He needed to continue. He laid His hands very gently on their heads and blessed them. Ezra went away from there, mixed feelings of confusion, happiness and mild shock swimming through his head.