Isaiah 61
I knew your father. He was a good man, Joseph the carpenter. I was there, in his home, the night he died. I listened to your mother weep softly. I’ve heard them tell of the things you’ve done, the words you’ve spoken in prophecy. I placed the Tora in your hands when you stepped forth. You read the words of the holy scriptures, the prophet Isaiah, a man longing for the messiah. You staked a claim, The words of the prophet are fulfilled, but you are a carpenter’s son, not the leader we are promised. They call you blasphemer because of the proclamation you’ve made. They raise fists and stones in the air and unscathed you walk through their midst. And I fear that if the stories of you are true you have not come for the pious children of Israel but for those we, the righteous, consider retched. copyright 2016 - Donald P James Jr https://www....