Sunday, April 5, 2020

This is It - Episode 8: Sabbath Rest



Sunset on the Sabbath day was approaching. As they went along through a grain field, and the hungry disciples picked heads of grain and ate them.

Pharisees, observing this, said, Look, your students are doing what is not lawful on the Sabbath!

And Yeshua replied, Remember what David did, when he and his companions were hungry and in need: He entered the house of the holy one and took the consecrated bread, meant only for the priests, and he and his companions ate the bread. If you knew what it means, ‘I seek mercy and not sacrifice,’ you would not condemn the innocent. 

Further, It has been said, the Sabbath was made to serve people, rather than people to serve the Sabbath.

Continuing on, they entered the synagogue, where he was to teach.

A man with a wasted hand was brought forward.

The canon-lawyers and Pharisees watched closely, hoping to catch him in wrongdoing with which he could be charged.

Sensing that this had been set as a trap, he asked the man to stand where all could see him.

Looking around, Yeshua looked into the face of each person, saying, What is permissible on the Sabbath, doing good or doing bad, or worse, doing nothing? What is permissible on the Sabbath, saving a life or destroying a life, or worse, ignoring the needs of life?

Who of you, if you had but one sheep and it feel into a pit on the Sabbath, would not reach in and pull it out? How much more important than a sheep is a person? Enough that it is right to do a good deed on the Sabbath.

He bade the man stretch out his hand to the congregation. He stretched it out, and all saw that it had been restored to health.

The Pharisees met afterward. Yeshua had challenged their authority. He challenged way things had always been understood, the way things had always been done. 


© 2020 by Elisabeth T. Eliassen and songsofasouljourney.blogspot.com

A brief note about my literary exploration of the ministry of Jesus of Nazareth: I have undertaken this exercise having read, sung (in several languages), meditated and prayed on the contents of the Synoptic Gospels (as well as the Non-Synoptic Gospels) for at least 45 years. In that time, I’ve accumulated a bit of a library (which comes as no surprise to those who know me), and I try to follow modern scholarship. Here is a partial list of the authors and books that come to mind as I write these episodes:

Ballentine, Debra Scoggins, The Conflict Myth & the Biblical Tradition; Oxford University Press 2015
Erdman, Bart, various titles
Gaus, Andy, The Unvarnished New Testament; Phanes Press, 1991
Herzog, William R., Parables as Subversive Speech; Westminster John Knox Press, 1991
Louden, Bruce, Greek Myth and the Bible; Routledge, 2019
Wajdenbaum, Philippe, Argonauts of the Desert, Routledge, 2011
Ward, Keith, The Philosopher and the Gospels, Lion Hudson, 2011
Yosef ben Maityahu (Titus Flavius Josephus), various writings


This is It - Episode 7: Healing



He ventured to return to his own town. The followers came along.

The next thing, they brought him a paralyzed man lying on a stretcher.

He saw their faith in him. 

To the paralytic, he said, Take heart: your errors are forgiven.

Some of the canon-lawyers said to each other, That’s blasphemy!

But he said, Which is easier to say:‘Your errors are forgiven’ or ‘Get up and walk away’? So you’ll know that this son of humanity, child of the earth, has earthly authority—he said to the paralytic—Get up, take your stretcher and go home.

The man, paralyzed no longer, got up, took up the stretcher and went into his home.

Onlookers were either terrified or praising the holy one that a mortal had been granted such ability.

Yeshua saw one of the onlookers at a toll station, Matthew by name, and said, Join me.

And they went to the house of Matthew, who was a tax collector; they and the students were joined at table with other tax collectors and other marginal people.

Pharisees addressed the question to Yeshua’s students: Why does your teacher eat with tax collectors and ungodly people?

Yeshua heard and said, The healthy don’t need a doctor. Go, find what it means ‘I seek mercy and not sacrifice.’ I’m here to call the godless, not saints.

John’s students asked, We fast, as the Pharisees do. Why don’t your students fast?

And he said, The wedding party does not mourn while the newlyweds rejoice. When the groom is taken way, they will have reason to fast.

An official of the town came to summon him. My daughter has just died, but if you put your hand on her, she’ll live.

They got up to go, and a woman came from behind and touched the hem of his cloak.

Yeshua paused, Courage, your trust has saved you, and she was healed of her excessive bleeding.

They passed on the official’s house. Yeshua said to the crowd gathered there, Be on your way. The girl is just sleeping. They laughed at him. He pushed through the crowd and took the child’s hand.

She woke up.

They left, and were followed by two blind men. Have mercy on us, son of David, they called out. 

Yeshua touched their eyes and said, Let it be for you according to your trust.

Their eyes were opened.

Then a mute person was brought; it was presumed a demon had silenced him.

Yeshua whispered in his ear. 

The man spoke.

Even though he told them not to divulge what had been done, word got out.

Yeshua and the students went out to the towns and villages, where he taught, proclaimed the good word, and healed. 

The crowds needing healing grew and grew, and he felt sorry for them.

He said to his students: Ample the harvest, too few the workers. The harvest master must send workers into the fields.And he deputized them to heal.

Go out, with only the clothes on your back. I send you like sheep into packs of wolves.  But, it’s enough for the student to be like his teacher. Don’t fear those who kill the body; they cannot kill the soul.

I did not come to case peace over the land. I came to wield a sword to separate people from wrong thinking.

Whoever receives a prophet by the name of prophet will receive a prophet’s pay. Whoever receives a just person by the name of a just person will receive a just person’s pay. Whoever gives a lowly person even but a drink of water by their name, as my student, you will not forfeit your pay. 

John, in jail, had heard of the work. He sent the question through his students: Are you the one who’s coming, or should we expect another?

Yeshua said to them: Go back. Tell John what you hear and see. Blind people see; lame people walk. The dead rise, and the poor are given good news.

And as they went away, Yeshua spoke to the crowd about John.

You went to the desert to see what? A prophet? A prophet, yes, and much more. About him was it written, ‘Look, I send my messenger to prepare your road ahead of you.’ He is the Elijah to come. Those with ears to hear, hear!


© 2020 by Elisabeth T. Eliassen and songsofasouljourney.blogspot.com

A brief note about my literary exploration of the ministry of Jesus of Nazareth: I have undertaken this exercise having read, sung (in several languages), meditated and prayed on the contents of the Synoptic Gospels (as well as the Non-Synoptic Gospels) for at least 45 years. In that time, I’ve accumulated a bit of a library (which comes as no surprise to those who know me), and I try to follow modern scholarship. Here is a partial list of the authors and books that come to mind as I write these episodes:

Ballentine, Debra Scoggins, The Conflict Myth & the Biblical Tradition; Oxford University Press 2015
Erdman, Bart, various titles
Gaus, Andy, The Unvarnished New Testament; Phanes Press, 1991
Herzog, William R., Parables as Subversive Speech; Westminster John Knox Press, 1991
Louden, Bruce, Greek Myth and the Bible; Routledge, 2019
Wajdenbaum, Philippe, Argonauts of the Desert, Routledge, 2011
Ward, Keith, The Philosopher and the Gospels, Lion Hudson, 2011
Yosef ben Maityahu (Titus Flavius Josephus), various writings

Thursday, April 2, 2020

This is It - Episode 6: Preaching



Word came to him that John had been arrested. It was time to act.

He walked to the sea of Galilee and attracted the notice of some fishermen. He invited them to join him. Something made them leave their nets behind and follow him. They traveled together all around Galilee, while Yeshua taught in the synagogues, proclaiming the good word. He healed people who needed to be restored. The number of followers increased as he moved through Galilee, Decapolis, Jerusalem, Judea, and across the Jordan.

At one place, mindful of the crowds, he went part way up the mountain. He sat where he could be seen. The gathered people wanted to be his students, so he taught them, saying:

Fortunate are the poor: the holy realm is theirs.
Fortunate are mourners: they will be consoled.
Fortunate of the gentle: they will inherit the earth.
Fortunate are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness: they will achieve justice.
Fortunate are the merciful: to them will be given mercy.
Fortunate are those who are pure of heart: they will see the holy one.
Fortunate are the peacemakers: they will be known as the sons and daughters of the holy one.
Fortunate are all persecuted because they are just: the holy realm is theirs.
Fortunate are you when you are attacked because of me; rejoice and know you will be rewarded for your honor.

You are the very salt of the earth. Do not loose your flavor, lest you be thrown away.

The lamp of the body is the eye. If the eyes are in good order, the whole body is lit. If the eyes are not in good order, the whole body is in darkness. 

You are the light of the world, so do not hide. 
You must shine for all the world to see, so that your goodness teaches the world of the holy one’s benevolence.

I did not come to overthrow the law or the prophets; I came to fulfill them. The letter of the law will be required until everything has come to pass. Those who tear down the law will be given no regard. Those who keep the law and teach the law will be considered great. Those who use the law to mete out less than what is just will never see the holy realm.

To illustrate, your ancestors were told: do not murder. Murderers are subject to justice. But I say further, any who gets angry with a brother or sister will be subject to justice at a holy tribunal.

When you bring an offering for the temple altar, then remember an unresolved disagreement with a brother or sister, leave the gift without placing it on the altar. Return to and make up with your kinfolk. Unresolved disagreements may lead you to the holy tribunal, and even to the fire of Gehenna. 

Your ancestors were told: do not commit adultery. I say further, all who lust after another person’s mate have already sinned in their heart.

If one eye blinds you to what is right, pull it out and throw it away. If your right hand goes astray, cut it off. Better to lose a part than the whole body be thrown into the Gehenna fire.

Your ancestors were told: do not break oaths, give them to the holy one. I say further, do not swear at all. Anything more than yes or no is evil.

It has been said, ‘An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.’ Contrarily, I say do not challenge a bully. If you are slapped on one side, give the other. If they take your shirt, give up your coat. If you are diverted a mile out of your way, go two.

It has been said, ‘Love those close to you and hate your enemies.’ Contrarily, I say love your enemies. The sun shines on the good and the bad; rain falls on the good and the bad. What virtue or toil is it to love those you already love?

Do not show off your acts of virtue to others; the holy one will take no notice of you. Do all your good works in secret; only then will the holy one notice. Do not make a show of praying. When you fast, don’t put on a show. People who make shows of piousness have earned their reward: the attention of onlookers.

When you pray and when you fast, it is not about many or fancy words or how you look; the holy one knows what you need before you ask.

Instead, pray in this way:

Oh, holy one,
Sanctified is your name.
Let your realm come,
Let your will be fulfilled
on earth as in the beyond.
Give us day by day our bread.
Forgive our debts
as we forgive those others owe us.
Do not put us to the Adversary,
but rescue us from all evil.
Make it so.

Whenever you forgive people for missing the mark, the holy one will forgive you when you miss the mark, also.

One cannot serve two masters; you cannot worship both money and the holy one. Do not hoard or hide the kind of treasure that can be stolen or damaged. Where your treasure is, that is where your heart is. Your heart is your treasure.

Don’t worry yourself about what to eat or drink or with what to clothe your body; the soul is a more important consideration. Examine the birds; they don’t plant, don’t harvest, and certainly don’t hoard, and yet they are fed. All of your concerns about these things don’t make a difference—for example, your desire to be tall will not add to your height. Study how the lilies of the field grow. They do not work, they don’t spin cloth, yet not even Solomon in his glory was ever dressed so beautifully. If that is how the holy one dresses the wild grasses, which are here today and gone tomorrow, won’t the same be true for you?

So, again, worry not about what you will eat and drink; the holy one knows what you need. Ask first for the realm of the holy one and for justice, and your needs will be answered. Ask for what you need today, don’t concern yourself with tomorrow; tomorrow is it’s own story. Each day’s difficulties are enough for that day alone. Live fully in the moment; live fully each and everyday.

Don’t judge, so as not to be judged or you be given the same sentence you utter; by whatever standard you define for others will you yourself be measured. Why waste time fixating on the splinter in another’s eye, while being unaware of the log in your own? Work on removing the log from your own eye before offering to help remove a splinter from someone else’s. 

Don’t throw what is holy to the dogs and don’t throw pearls before swine; they will trample all into the ground and knock you over, as well.

Ask and you will receive; look and you will find; knock and you will be granted entry. The asker always receives, the seeker always finds, and whomsoever knocks will be granted entry. Who, if asked by a loved one for a loaf of bread would give instead a stone? If you know enough to give what is asked, how much more true is that of the holy one.

Likewise everything you want people to do for you, you must do also for them, for that is in keeping with the law and the prophets.

Choose the narrow path and go in through the narrow door. The way is wide that leads to destruction and many will head that way. How narrow the path, how narrow the opening that leads to Life, and how few are the people who find it!

Beware of the fake prophets who come dressed as lambs but are rapacious wolves inside. You’ll know them by the fruit they bear. You don’t harvest grapes from a thicket of thorns or figs from a thistle bush. Every good tree bears good fruit, while rotten trees bear bad fruit. Any tree not bearing good fruit is cut down and thrown into the fire. 

Not everyone saying, ‘Teacher, teacher’ to me will be accepted into the realm of the holy one, only those who do the holy one’s will. Some will say to me, on that day, ‘Teacher, teacher, didn’t we prophesy in your name, didn’t we exorcise in your name and work many wonders in your name?’

And I will say to them, ‘I don’t know you. Go away, lawless ones.’ 

Those who hear my advice and follow it will become as sensible as the man who built his house on bedrock; when the storm hit, the house did not fall because it was grounded. Those who hear my advice and ignore it will be like the man who built his house on sand; when the storm hit, it fell and was washed away.

When Yeshua finished speaking, the crowd was in awe of his teaching, because he taught them seemingly on his own authority, rather than the authority of the canon-lawyers.


© 2020 by Elisabeth T. Eliassen and songsofasouljourney.blogspot.com

A brief note about my literary exploration of the ministry of Jesus of Nazareth: I have undertaken this exercise having read, sung (in several languages), meditated and prayed on the contents of the Synoptic Gospels (as well as the Non-Synoptic Gospels) for at least 45 years. In that time, I’ve accumulated a bit of a library (which comes as no surprise to those who know me), and I try to follow modern scholarship. Here is a partial list of the authors and books that come to mind as I write these episodes:

Ballentine, Debra Scoggins, The Conflict Myth & the Biblical Tradition; Oxford University Press 2015
Erdman, Bart, various titles
Gaus, Andy, The Unvarnished New Testament; Phanes Press, 1991
Herzog, William R., Parables as Subversive Speech; Westminster John Knox Press, 1991
Louden, Bruce, Greek Myth and the Bible; Routledge, 2019
Wajdenbaum, Philippe, Argonauts of the Desert, Routledge, 2011
Ward, Keith, The Philosopher and the Gospels, Lion Hudson, 2011
Yosef ben Maityahu (Titus Flavius Josephus), various writings

Sunday, March 29, 2020

This is It - Episode 5: The Adversary



And into the marvelous light, he rose. He opened his eyes, his mouth, his nostrils. Rucha fully inspired him. 

I know you must go, John said, embracing him.  He struggled to find the proper words. Now, you truly understand what and why I am. It is such with you, son of man and son of the holy one.

Yes, Yeshua replied, also struggling to find words. The light was dazzling his eyes, his mind, his heart. His entire frame was buzzing with energy, and he knew he had to get away from this place, all these people. He needed solitude. He needed rest. He needed reconnect with the gentle earth. Right now, he did not feel that connection.

Yes, you are right. I must go. I don’t know if I will see you again. Shlomo ‘aleykhun.

John embraced him, Peace be for you, also. He helped Yeshua up the riverbank, watched him as he gathered his cloak and bag. 

John watched him walk away.

Who will be next?


The desert stretched before him, and he just kept walking.  Whenever he found water, he drank. He had no food. He walked in the cool of the mornings, rested in the warmth of the afternoons, then continued to walk toward evening. At nightfall, he found places to stop, where he would rest or sleep fitfully until first light.

Many days passed in this way, too many to number. He thought about many things. He counted his footsteps as he went. He prayed to the holy one for guidance. As the days passed, the lack of food weakened him. 

One night, he had a dream.

In the dream, the Adversary came to him, smiling.

In a pleasing voice, the Adversary said, I can sense you are hungry. If you are indeed a son of the holy one, surely you could use magic to transform these stones into bread.

A pile of stones appeared between them. A smell like bread wafted from the stones. Yeshua’s stomach rumbled and hunger roared through his system.

Yeshua knew this dream to be a penultimate test, and his fevered brain ran to find the appropriate response. At last, as if a veil lifted, he saw the parallel of his desert wandering in the covenant days of Moses. 

A small voice inside his soul spoke the text so only he could hear it: And he humbled you, he gave you over to hunger, and he fed you with the manna, a food which you and your fathers had never known, so he could make you understand that people do not live by bread only; it is by every word spoken of the holy one that people live.

Yeshua heard his own wavering voice speak: Not by bread alone do I live, but by the word spoken by the holy one.

And in flash, the scene changed. The Adversary had placed him precariously on the outer ledge of a high parapet of the Temple. If you are indeed a son of the holy one, throw yourself from this height. Surely, angels of the holy one will come to your rescue if you slip and fall.

Fierce winds clawed at his clothes, and he could feel his toes curl over the ledge of the narrow parapet. Though he tried to grasp the sheer wall at his back, he felt himself slipping. 

But the small voice spoke another text: Do not tempt the holy one as you did in Massah. Instead, keep the commandments given to you by the holy one, keep the testimonies and the statutes as commanded of you; you were made to do only what is right and good in the sight of the holy one.

Through chattering teeth, Yeshua blurted out: It is written: Do not tempt the holy one!

And once again, with a flash of lightning, the scene had now become at a great height. Indeed, it was the highest place in the world, overlooking every shining kingdom of the earth. With unctuous voice, the Adversary put forth his last challenge: Worship me, and I’ll give you dominion over all of this. You’ll be able to do whatever you want with it all.

And Yeshua heard the words flow as if through his very blood: Beware lest thou forget the holy one, who rescued you from the land of Egypt, who released you from bondage. You will honor, serve and attest only to the name of the holy one.

And he heard himself yelling: Get away from me, fiend! It is written that we must honor and serve the one and only holiness!

And from this horror, fevered and shaken, he wrested himself to wakefulness.

On a rock nearby, someone had left a small gift of food and drink. There was no sign of the benefactor.

Slowly consuming the sustenance, he knew it was time to return. It was time to live and breathe the covenant to this generation, in service to the holy one by serving all people.

Strengthened by the offering of the departed stranger, he gave his heart and voice to prayer in the time-honored way, as he began his return:

Shema Yisrael, Adonai Eloheinu, Adonai Echad…


© 2020 by Elisabeth T. Eliassen and songsofasouljourney.blogspot.com

A brief note about my literary exploration of the ministry of Jesus of Nazareth: I have undertaken this exercise having read, sung (in several languages), meditated and prayed on the contents of the Synoptic Gospels (as well as the Non-Synoptic Gospels) for at least 45 years. In that time, I’ve accumulated a bit of a library (which comes as no surprise to those who know me), and I try to follow modern scholarship. Here is a partial list of the authors and books that come to mind as I write these episodes:

Ballentine, Debra Scoggins, The Conflict Myth & the Biblical Tradition; Oxford University Press 2015
Erdman, Bart, various titles
Gaus, Andy, The Unvarnished New Testament; Phanes Press, 1991
Herzog, William R., Parables as Subversive Speech; Westminster John Knox Press, 1991
Louden, Bruce, Greek Myth and the Bible; Routledge, 2019
Wajdenbaum, Philippe, Argonauts of the Desert, Routledge, 2011
Ward, Keith, The Philosopher and the Gospels, Lion Hudson, 2011
Yosef ben Maityahu (Titus Flavius Josephus), various writings

Saturday, March 28, 2020

A Walk During A Time of Pestilence



On the evening of March 19th, 2020, the Governor of California, Gavin Newsom, announced a shelter-in-place order, for the foreseeable future. This could be eight weeks—or more. 

This isin case you have not heard or in case you stray upon this memory from some future timedue to a pandemic that threatens livelihood and life. A virus called corona virus called COVID-19. Non-essential workers have been told to stay home. 

Those who work with energy, food, medicine, medical treatment, in-home supportive and other social services are deemed essential and exempt from this order. 

Strangely, I happen to fall into the essential group, as I work for the social services agency of a large county in the San Francisco Bay Area. Some people in this agency are working from home. Some have compromising health issues. Others have opted to stay home with pay.

I have opted to work. The office space that I work in is remote and my job is public facing mainly by phone. So far there is no indication that the contagion is present. I have found, during my time working for the County, that the workers are extremely considerate and careful when it comes to health. I have worked for the county since the mid-term election, and have been illness-free, in that time. This could, of course, change; given the virulent nature of this virus, health is not a given.

I ply a simple path, the same every day, Monday through Friday. From house to vehicle, I drive the nearly deserted streets to where the offices are located. Before I leave my car, I pull on gloves. 

(So far, I am not wearing a mask. I see many wearing flimsy masks that look like they have been worn for weeks; often, these masks are worn incorrectly.)

I exit the vehicle, lock it behind me and approach the entrance of the building. I have a few items in my pocket, and I check to make sure I can readily pull them out of my pocket. One of these is a simple bike repair tool, procured from a dollar store, that is a flat piece of metal, with cut-outs of all the wrench sizes appropriate for a bike. Either end has an open wrench that makes a good hook to pull open a door or file drawer, to push down and pull a standard handle. The other item is a AAA battery, which I use on any touch screen, from photocopier to ATM to store checkout register.

Using the bike tool, I enter the building, take the elevator up to the secure floor I work in, and use my keycard to enter. Signing in, I then go to my cubicle. I remain there for most of the day. Before the shelter-in-place, I would go on walks, run an errand at the grocery store or pharmacy. Now, I eat fruit for lunch everyday, at my desk. Sometimes I have a book to read. Other times, I write. Most of the time, I am glued to the news.

The usually bustling office is much more empty than usual. The unit in which I work is small and friendly—normally, we are chatty and share hugs. These days, we have to keep our distance, but the banter is there.

I cannot say that we are afraid. We are not specifically on the front lines. But we work in social services—others in the large department areon the front lines. We are given daily reminders of safe distancing and other updates.

When 5pm rolls around, I log out of the computer, gather my bag, put on my outer garments and gloves and retrace my steps back to the auto, driving directly home.

Last Saturday and today, I did some chores and writing in the morning. In the afternoon, I took a walk, planning to run an errand along the way. I headed to the beach; I live on an island. There is a bird sanctuary on the south-east shore, and a stretch of beach goes all the way along the length of the island to the west. Gazing across the bay, very prominently in view is the Grand Princess cruise ship that brought stricken passengers to our Bay. Some of these passengers have succumbed to this dread virus. 

The shopping areas had people lined up to enter stores, first come first serve, almost like war-time ration lines. The only retail businesses open at that time were the fueling station, the grocers, the office supply, the pharmacy and some food court places, for takeout/pickup. 

I crossed through the shopping center and crossed the street to access the beach. Today had been rainy, but the afternoon was dry, if cloudy and cool. There were fewer people today; last week, on a warmer Saturday, many people were there.

Many other solitary walkers, like myself, were passing at safe distances, silently. There were a few couples, a few parents with kids. 

As I strode down the beach, I noted the scarcity of people was in contrast to the bird population. I noticed something about the birds that I had actually seen many times before; they tend to hold themselves apart from others at a relatively similar distance. When you see a lot of birds on a power line, it will surprise you that they seem to have the same amount of space between them, all down the line. People do not congregate in the same way as birds.

I also noted the air, fresh from the rain, was especially fresh. The sky looked pristine. There was no traffic noise, although there were cars in the lanes, at intervals.

I went all the way to the end of the beach, and turned to make my way back. There were a few runners, and one man was trying to teach his girlfriend fly-fishing. There were a few people talking on phones, but it was mostly subdued and quiet.

This was the kind of quiet I had not experienced since the days following 9/11, when all the planes were grounded. Today, the planes were not grounded, but there were few of them going up and landing.

When I ran out of beach, I crossed up to the sidewalk. There was a woman taking a photo of a building across the street; I crossed behind her, so as not to obstructed her photo, and commented that I was doing so. She responded with a smile, and we fell into a conversation, with eight feet of air between us.

She is from South Africa. She is a registered nurse. Her work is with pre- and post-operative heart surgery patients. She told me that she had not been working since the end of February, as the hospitals were trying to dial down to all but the most acute needs. She told me that she was going back this Thursday, for the first time since the end of February. She also told me that her colleagues had been in touch, and the mask situation is dire. The nurses are being given masks and told to use them for as many as four days running. The supply cabinets are locked. She doesn’t know what to expect when she returns to work, but she was taking this afternoon to take photos of places that had changed since her sister visited, a number of years ago, from South Africa; she wanted to send the photos to her sister over her phone.

We exchanged some choice thoughts on the political situation that bears directly on this crisis. She laughed and said, “Don’t get me started on that—I find myself talking to the television, even yelling at it, as if that would do anything.” She did say that it was very possible there would be strikes soon by healthcare workers, if the situation with protective gear does not improve radically and rapidly.

We parted with smiles and best wishes to one another. 

I cannot tell you how profoundly grateful I was for that contact, that conversation. We are all vulnerable, right now. Vulnerable to this black swan that is a Trojan Horse. Vulnerable to the wrong thinking of the federal government with a buffoon at its head, whose only concern is his ego, all else be damned. We are rendered vulnerable to a virus, to stupidity, callousness and selfishness. We are vulnerable to fear. 

Rather than take the street, I walked path that crosses in front of beach homes adjacent to the bird sanctuary, and then I made to cut through a beach access to the street when I saw the most beautiful tableau.

At the corner of the property beside the beach access path was growing a large Pride of Madeira plant, in full bloom and covered with the distinctive purple/blue cone flowers. Underneath, a ground squirrel stood on his haunches—I could swear—in appreciation of the shade of the plant, maybe even the scent of the air or the plant he was sheltering under. Above the squirrel, bumblebees were buzzing all over the flowers, gathering pollen, and a red-throated hummingbird supped at the blossoms.

To think, I might have rushed around that corner without seeing any of this.

But, there it was, and there I was, too—this was a perfect moment. It was a moment of the most perfect and profound peace. It was a moment to which I was witness and participant. The squirrel sat there, still and content. I think it may have seen me, but I don’t know. When the hummingbird flew away, with the bumblebees following in its wake, the squirrel stirred and retreated into a deeper shadow, then into a bower.

We are living through an unprecedented crisis. Even in such a crisis as this, there is beauty to witness, beauty to make, peace to experience. 

In beauty may you walk.


© 2020 by Elisabeth T. Eliassen and songsofasouljourney.blogspot.com



This is It - Episode 4: The Blessing



The crowd parted, and he approached the water’s edge.

John beheld him with sudden and certain recognition.  You’ve come!

Yes. I am here to be immersed by you.

John hesitated, his fevered eyes boring deep into the eyes of this man. But it is for you that I have been waiting.

Yeshua closed his eyes for a moment, softly taking in a breath of air.  This brought clarity to the moment, to this meeting. When he opened his eyes, he smiled. I am here for your gift. I am here to be immersed, to sanctified by your service.

Surely, said John, feet firmly planted in the river, the roles should be reversed. I crave your blessing, cousin!

You are blessed and you are blessing. I come to be immersed by you, to be renewed and sanctified toward the fulfillment of my own calling.

While they were speaking, soft white clouds had gathered overhead, offering the people a coolness and shade from the warmth of the midday sun.

He didn’t know why, but tears gathered in John’s eyes. He felt a profound sense of being at a time and place before time and places, within a presence greater than any standing here at the riverbank. This was meant to be, and he knew it, and he was humbled. 

He reached out his hand.

Come to the water.

Yeshua dropped his cloak and bag on the embankment, stepped down into the water and waded to where John stood.

Tell us what you want to turn away from. Then, fall backward into my arms. I will dunk you under the water, and you shall rise up, clean in body, mind and spirit, in thought, word and deed. This is how you let the holy one know you are awake to your calling.

Yeshua spoke only one word. Pachad, he said, as he let himself go into John’s arms.

And John whispered in his ear, as he gently lowered him into the river, Be not afraid.

And then a gentle sprinkling of rain fell from the puffy clouds on all who were gathered there. 

And then the clouds opened to reveal the fullness of the sun. 

And then all were suddenly bathed in rainbow colors.

And then John lifted him up into the marvelous light.


© 2020 by Elisabeth T. Eliassen and songsofasouljourney.blogspot.com

A brief note about my literary exploration of the ministry of Jesus of Nazareth: I have undertaken this exercise having read, sung (in several languages), meditated and prayed on the contents of the Synoptic Gospels (as well as the Non-Synoptic Gospels) for at least 45 years. In that time, I’ve accumulated a bit of a library (which comes as no surprise to those who know me), and I try to follow modern scholarship. Here is a partial list of the authors and books that come to mind as I write these episodes:

Ballentine, Debra Scoggins, The Conflict Myth & the Biblical Tradition; Oxford University Press 2015
Erdman, Bart, various titles
Gaus, Andy, The Unvarnished New Testament; Phanes Press, 1991
Herzog, William R., Parables as Subversive Speech; Westminster John Knox Press, 1991
Louden, Bruce, Greek Myth and the Bible; Routledge, 2019
Wajdenbaum, Philippe, Argonauts of the Desert, Routledge, 2011
Ward, Keith, The Philosopher and the Gospels, Lion Hudson, 2011
Yosef ben Maityahu (Titus Flavius Josephus), various writings

Wednesday, March 18, 2020

Together, Alone





We hike along a way
we’d usually share abreast,
but right now, we each move
together, alone.

The distance is forced and,
as two pendulums in motion would,
we try to match our steps,
try to meet in mind,
mindful of the gap.

A contagion we can’t see
threatens to separate us;
to divide and conquer
by means of infection
is the metaphor of this age.

This disease might save us,
if we could embrace a truth
writ large by the threat:
we live webs of intersections;
as we go, it is together, all one.



© Elisabeth T. Eliassen and songsofasouljourney.blogspot.com

Let’s make foresight 2020