Writer Author Kevin Corbin
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Preparing the evening meal, Hannah reflected back to the time she first heard the rabbi. Her curiosity drew her to the steps of the synagogue. People in the market spoke of a wise new rabbi, whose teaching exceeded that of even Gamaliel, and she wanted to hear for herself.
She was careful to stay on the edge of the steps near the shadows. Women were not particularly welcome here, especially women like her.
He spoke with an authority she had never heard before. Yet, he was no ordinary rabbi, he had the hands of a working man. She knew those kind of hands. Rough, callused and scarred. The kind of hands that often caressed her roughly after they had purchased her favours for the evening.
Yet he was different than those other men. When he looked at her she saw compassion not lust and it frightened her. Unsure how to respond she fled. She came back though, drawn like a magnet to his gentle words and teaching. She tried to figure out his scam, he must have an angle that he was working, but he seemed genuine.
Then he was gone. Some said he had fled for his life. Others said he had been killed. She felt saddened at his leaving and shame over what she did for a living. She tried to put him out of her mind as she continued to work her trade in the darker corners of the city. It was strange, for she had long ago learned to put caring for others and emotions like shame out of her mind.
She finished her meal and headed out to work the street one more time. A gentle voice from the darkness said “Where do you go Hannah?”
Putting on a seductive smile, she turned and replied “To a place of great pleasure. Will you accompany me?”
“Hannah, my dear Hannah. There is so much more to life than what you do.”
Starting to curse this man, she stopped as she saw his face. It couldn´t be him. It looked like him, but his brow was covered in deep scars. She knew the hands though, the hands of the working man, a carpenter. They had new scars. deep scars on the wrists. Crying she said “Rabbi. What have they done to you?”
“Their worst Hannah. Yet they could not stop me. I have risen from the dead and soon will sit with my Father in Heaven.”
She looked at his eyes and saw the love there. She felt ashamed and unworthy of his presence. “You shouldn´t be seen with someone like me rabbi. What will they say?”
“It doesn´t matter what they say. I know the heart of people. I know the pain of your life and the gentleness of the heart that lies hidden. Hannah, stop what you are doing. Go and sin no more, your sins are forgiven.” With that He turned and left.
Her heart was free as she turned and headed back for home. She didn´t understand fully, but the rabbi with the scarred hands had truly forgiven her.
Are you like Hannah, burying your emotions and hiding your shame. He rose from the dead on an Easter morning, proving His claim to being the Son of God and He wants to forgive you too.
“If you confess with your mouth, "Jesus is Lord," and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved. For it is with your heart that you believe and are justified, and it is with your mouth that you confess and are saved. As the Scripture says, "Anyone who trusts in him will never be put to shame." For there is no difference between Jew and Gentile--the same Lord is Lord of all and richly blesses all who call on him, for, "Everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved." Romans 10:9-13 NIV
Until next time, may you come to know the carpenter with the nail scarred hands. The one who died on a cross at the town garbage dump in your place. If you already know Him, may you marvel at how much He loves you and what He did for you.
© 2001 K.F. “Kevin” Corbin. All rights reserved by the author.
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