I Appeal To Caesar!

I Appeal to Caesar!

Paul Faces Antichrist

By

Ernest Gentile

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AUTHOR’S NOTE

This book is a “Historical Novel,” strongly based on biblical information and using reasonable historical interpretation: a blend of realism, sanctified imagination, and adventure. . . with the highest admiration for the Apostle Paul. How could the greatest persecutor of Christianity become the greatest promoter of Jesus Christ? An amazing transformation, and a life of miracles and grace that puts hope and faith in every heart. The following story uses both actual and fictional characters and supernatural happenings in the telling of real history. None of the episodes conflict with known scripture, but of course, the incidents, situations, and dialogues are products of my imagination and are presented as situations that could easily have taken place, especially when compared with the miraculous happenings recorded in the Bible and taking place in today’s Church.

Endnotes at the rear of the book give additional information and confirmation for each chapter.

“Paul the Apostle, Saint Paul was a first century Jew who, after being the bitterest enemy of the Christian Church, became its leading missionary and possibly its greatest theologian. His letters, the earliest extant Christian documents, antedate the Gospels of the New Testament. More than half of the Acts of the Apostles deals with his career, and this, together with the letters written by him or in his name, comprises one-third of the New Testament. His efforts and his vision of a world church were responsible for the rapid spread of Christianity and for the speed with which it became a universal religion. None of the followers of Jesus did more than he to establish the patterns of Christian thought and practice.”

Encyclopedia Britannica, V. 13, 15th Edition, p. 1090.

Dedication

“Welcome, I am Rufus, A Commander in the Praetorian Guard. This amazing story is dedicated to the 170 million martyrs (since Christ’s death) who have sacrificed their lives because of their faith in Jesus Christ —and the 100,000 who now die for Christ annually.”

Abbreviations Used

AMP

The Amplified Bible

BEC

The Bible Exposition Commentary

CNTUOT

Commentary - New Testament Use of the Old Testament

ESV

English Standard Version Study Bible

HCSB

Holman’s Christian Study Bible

JER

The Jeremiah Study Bible

MacA

The MacArthur Study Bible

M

The Message: The Bible in Contemporary Language

NAS

The New American Standard Bible

NIV

The New International Version

NKJ

The New King James

NOB

The New Open Bible Study Edition

TLV

Tree of Life Version

TPT

The Passion Translation

ZPE

The Zondervan Pictorial Encyclopedia of the Bible

I Appeal to Caesar! Paul Faces Antichrist

Dedication…….7

Prologue…….13 Nervous Spies

Chapter 1. A Nefarious Plan…….25 Destroy the Jesus People

Chapter 2. Meeting the Nazarene…….4 7 A Friendly Introduction

Chapter 3. Confirmation…….6 9 The Decision Is Made

Chapter 4. The Stoning……. 85 First Martyr

Chapter 5. Exodus…….10 7 Leaving Jerusalem

Chapter 6. A Blinding Light…….12 5 Damascus Connection Chapter 7. The Fugitive…….1 39 Great Escape

Chapter 8. Arabian Hideout…….1 6 3 The Cave Dwellers

Chapter 9. The Mountain…….1 77 The Course Is Set

Chapter 10. A Farewell Journey…….1 89 I Must Go to Jerusalem

Chapter 11. Caesarea....... 203 Appeal to Caesar

Chapter 12. Rome!.......2 17 The Prisoner

Chapter 13. Face to Face with Antichrist…….2 55 “Brought before Caesar”

Chapter 14. Hell Hole and Execution…….2 69 Rome Is Conquered

Chapter 1 5 . Reaching Heaven …….2 69 R eception

End Notes…….2 79 Bibliography……. 315

Prologue Two Nervous Spies

Early Morning in Jerusalem, 35 AD, Herod’s Temple

The rising sun will soon be up.

Already, desperate people are on the move toward The Temple of Herod, the great center of Israel’s religious activity. While others are lost in sleep, these frantic travelers have suddenly gained new hope to live! An unbelievable door of opportunity appears to be opening! Every Jew now believes the religious significance of Jerusalem is of “decisive importance.” After all, it is the city of the Temple. Some would say, “the single holy place in the world for Jews.” This Temple is a magnificent, world-class religious complex, occupying one-fifth of Jerusalem. Even Rome is jealous of its grandeur. But!... the architecture alone is not the magnetism drawing this diverse, intense crowd.

SW Corner of Herod’s Temple

Certain news has reached into the four corners of the city; despairing people have heard a hopeful invitation: they have been told that followers of Jesus will pray for them at the Temple, and perhaps healing will come to their ailing bodies. Now they hasten toward the great structure because others have been healed, first by Jesus and now by His followers. These claims are not in question because many of the healed are friends or acquaintances!

“What about me?” each sick person hopes with

nervous excitement.

From person to person, evangelistic Christians spread the announcement of the meeting, knowing that the High Priests would forbid any public statement or advertising. Upon hearing that healing prayer would be offered, some in distress decide to go early, rushing to spend the night on porches outside the northern courtyard. They must not miss their opportunity for physical healing! Two years earlier, Jesus and His followers had healed many in the Temple precincts, much to the consternation of the worldly-minded, unbelieving High Priests and other authorities. That same springtime, the Jewish senate sentenced Jesus to death for His actions and pronouncements. Under pressure by these same Jewish leaders, Pontius Pilate, Roman Governor over Jerusalem and Judea, executed the final decision and Jesus was crucified. * * * * * During this intervening two years, a large number of Jewish people in Jerusalem came to believe in Jesus as the Messiah of Israel, the Savior of the Lost and the Healer of the

Sick, and they also remained practicing Jews in the synagogues and Temple.

Now, in the early morning pre-dawn, sick Jewish people who have heard there is a cure for their maladies are moving toward their great Jewish sanctuary of hope; they have heard that followers of Jesus will pray for those in need and great results will undoubtedly take place! (The common people are not aware that the Temple leaders are set against such happenings, for they do not believe in miraculous happenings.) So, . . . now they come in the pre-dawn, people beyond human recovery with every imaginable malady, many assisted or carried by relatives and friends. Some hobble on home-made crutches, parents carry sick children, cripples ride the backs of younger, stronger people, others are borne on stretchers . . . and some are led by the hand, for they are blind; some are deaf, and friends walk with them to safeguard their arrival. Some of the crowd are very familiar, for they are the handicapped beggars known to all—but they have the same hope as everyone else! Jesus healed all types of infirmity . . . His followers have done likewise . . . so “why not believe,” the anxious people ask, “that I too can be healed?” * * * * * Elias, a young man in his twenties, hears from excited friends that miracles often happen when prayer is offered in Jesus’ name. Early this very morning, he had said to himself: “This could not happen to me—too good to be true!”

Continually, a tormented mind has rehearsed his tragic

condition:

• a broken, dying body, • the inability to walk,

• total dependence on others, • Doctors without a remedy.

To this point, his uncertain prayers have failed. His mind has become like a broken record, continually asking, rehearsing and doubting the same impossibilities. His heartbreaking accident happened six years before: a heavy barrel rolled loose from a passing cart, smashing him to the ground, breaking both legs and injuring him internally. In that tragic moment, he had lost all ability to be independent forever. His deteriorating condition has now brought him to the end of a bitter, earthly life. * * * * * “Elias!” Younger brother Jacob suddenly explodes upon the scene! “Three men and I are here with a litter! We will carry you to the Temple for the healing meeting!” Introducing an athletic-looking man, Jacob says, “Jonathan here is a strong worker, and he will help get you to the Temple, but he cannot stay longer at the Temple, he must go to work shortly after sunrise. “I am cursed!” he weeps . . . his tears fall like torrential rain.

“But . . . , but . . . , if he leaves me there . . .?”

“But how can I . . .” (He started to say, “How can I get home ?”) He goes silent as he realizes the strong “conflict of interest” in his mind.

Bewilderment sweeps over his face as he realizes the

actual possibility —“If I am healed, I can walk home!”

Jonathan assumes command: “We can’t waste time!

We must leave now before the sun rises!” * * * * *

The “healing meeting” is to be held in one of the porches in the Outer Courtyard areas on the north-western side of the Temple. The Temple Courtyard is surrounded by porches; three porches are thirty cubits (45’) wide with decorated wooden roofs supported by beautiful columns standing twenty cubits high (30’). These porches and columns extend around the western, northern, and eastern sides, each has three rows of columns. The southern porch is called “The Royal Portico, Porch, or Stoa,” and runs most of the length of the southern outer wall, truly a creation of exquisite beauty. Instead of but one level (like the other porches), The Royal Porch is built with two stories and an additional raised roof with windows on top. In addition, this Porch is wider and more splendid in appearance: instead of a double colonnade, it featured a treble colonnade with 162 pillars ranged in four rows. Also, a main, single, central walkway (thirty cubits wide) runs the full length of the Porch —and, is open to the ceiling where light is received through its windows.

Inside the Royal Portico

* * * * * The four anxious men reach the Temple with their dying friend; Elias lies helpless and in pain on the litter set momentarily on the ground. They arrive from the south and now stand before the base of the awesome southwest corner of the Temple Mount. A monumental stairway soars upward some eighty feet, granting entry to the Royal Porch or Stoa. The sight is overwhelming, for it was common knowledge that only fit, healthy people could climb right up to this gate. Four young men gaze with sinking hearts at the formidable sight. Jonathon, however, glances upward without faltering! He lives for such challenges as this, and he has been up and down these stairs many times. He is fit and ready to go, strong as an ox!

Bending over the helpless man, Jonathan looks into Elias’ eyes and whispers words of faith: “Elias, my mother was

very sick, much like you, but she heard how Jesus could heal the sick, and friends came and brought her to Jesus. For such kindness, I forever will be grateful, but now I return the favor. The Master touched mother, and she was instantly healed and remains healed to this day! Now, the same will happen for you; the Lord will touch you on this day! Our efforts are not in vain!” Gently lifting Elias, and with help, positioning him on his own back, and then securing his passenger with bindings, Jonathan immediately lunges for the stairs! The others watch with amazement, wide eyed and open mouthed! * * * * * As the sun’s rays are breaking into the Temple courts, two angry men stride into the Royal Portico headed west. Suddenly . . . however. . . they slow their pace as they see anxious people at the far end waiting to exit into the Courtyard. Those people would be late stragglers coming to the healing meeting. To the right, stretch the huge uncovered courts surrounding the Temple itself. Who are these two men crouching and looking from behind the great pillars of the southern colonnade? They had gained entrance to the Courtyard through the Triple Gate on the Southern Wall, the majestic entrance situated above an impressive stone stairwell of thirty-some stairs about forty feet across, used by priests who are serving in the Temple. Could these men be priests? But, they do not look like priests! “Don’t stand there, move!” Jonathon shouts, and races toward the stairs.

Notwithstanding, these men are in fact priests. They are related by marriage, father-in-law, and son-in-law. Both

are in fact wearing the garments of the High Priest, and each bears justifiably the title of that auspicious position in Israel’s economy. At this moment, for this private reconnaissance, their religious attire is camouflaged beneath the robes of common men; an observer watching their strange maneuvers could comment that these adult men are playing some form of “hide-and-seek.” The older man, Annas by name, had been the High Priest, but the Romans, recognizing his rapacious tendencies, had replaced him several times; now, however, they have installed Caiaphas as the official High Priest. The leading Jewish elders, the Sanhedrin, still honor Annas and often seek his counsel and blessing, much to the chagrin and anger of Caiaphas. It is like having two High Priests! Now, however, they both realize they face a common problem, a major problem that threatens their livelihood and position. “How could you let this happen?” Annas snorts, open hands extending in frustration, fingers twitching. His words impact Caiaphas like flaming arrows!

• “It was such a simple thing you had to do!” • “Bury a body and guard the tomb for three days!” • “How could they snatch the body?” • “Now this impossible lie fills Jerusalem!”

Caiaphas winces . . . turning sullen and silent.

This conversation is not new ground; the two scheming priests have threshed the matter until there really is nothing left to say. Soldiers still continue the search for Jesus’ body, even in nearby towns! Yet, city-wide surveillance and other investigation have come up with nothing! The seal was snapped off the tomb, and the stone at the entrance rolled away and left sitting in the strangest position, as though tossed aside by a giant hand. The claim that Jesus was raised from the dead and that an angel had broken the tomb open was too ridiculous for consideration! How could this have happened? The soldiers’ story, although consistent, was still unbelievable to a thinking person. The guards were bought off with large sums of money and told to keep the details quiet. Now, those soldiers are no longer available for questioning . . . . * * * * * The two priests proceed in their cautious approach. Then (gulp!) . . . they see what they are looking for! They stare with total concentration. . . . (“What are those people doing out there?”) * * * * * In the huge Court of the Gentiles, off to the western side, under the canopied portico supported by magnificent thirty-five-foot pillars, people are gathering and getting settled. Some sit on the few benches, most sit or kneel on the marble courtyard floor in the postures of prayer. The first rays of sunlight are breaking into the Courtyard. The body is indeed gone, and there are no clues!

The gathering appears to be for a religious purpose, especially prayer for the sick; many of those present are obviously sick or lame and friends and relatives are helping and supporting them. One of the last to arrive is a poor, decrepit man being carried in on a litter by four friends; then, one of the friends departs. * * * * * The priests scrutinize the scene. They are not close enough to hear, but they still can evaluate this movement of people arriving for spiritual help in their Temple! The flow through the Courtyard’s two tunnel entrances and also the Royal Portico entrance has now reached some three hundred people; it now appears that most who are coming have arrived. Annas whispers to Caiaphas, eyes still glued to the assembling people: “Where are the apostles or leaders of the Jesus people—who’s in charge and responsible for this?”

Caiaphas, lost in his bewilderment, says nothing; his

eyes wide with terror and concern.

A young man stands up and begins to speak. . . . (“Who is this ?”)

There . . . is . . . something . . . familiar . . . about

him . . . .

Both priests straighten from their crouched positions! They stare in unbelief and then look askance at one another.

This man is none other than the beggar who claimed to

be healed of blindness by Jesus on the Sabbath!!!

He, his parents, and others had been interrogated by the Judean leaders and Pharisees, and all maintained that a miracle had happened.

What is this man now doing?

He speaks with energy and enthusiasm to the growing, intense crowd, then begins to lay his hands on some of the sick people and point to others.

Some invalids are jumping to their feet, hands raised in

praise to God!

The evangelist turns to the downcast man crumpled on the litter—gripping the emaciated hands, the former blind man prays with bold authority and great enthusiasm for him. Without warning, like a shattering bolt of lightning . . . Elias is struck by a driving force that invades his entire being: rejuvenation surges throughout his shell of a body! The lame man leaps up— letting out a yell that even the distant priests can hear! Elias begins to run, jump, and cavort around the great courtyard praising and magnifying God without restraint!

* His joy knows no bounds! * His energy is miraculous and overwhelming!

* His voice is strong and powerful! * How happy can one person get?

The entire gathering feels the impact of divine visitation ! One after another, people rise to their feet with hands raised upward to God, the sounds of praise and thanksgiving fill the air!

The words of Isaiah the Prophet find glorious

fulfillment in a needy people who reach up to their God:

“The wilderness and the wasteland shall be glad for them, and the desert shall rejoice and blossom as the rose; It shall blossom abundantly and rejoice, even with joy and singing. . . .

Then the eyes of the blind shall be opened, and the ears of the deaf shall be unstopped.

Then the lame shall leap like a deer and the tongue of the dumb sing. For waters shall burst forth in the wilderness, and streams in the desert.” * * * * * The dumbfounded priests look at one another in total

bewilderment.

Then… a steel resolve settles into their very souls: “We must destroy this threat of the Jesus People Movement! – or, they will destroy us!”

A declaration of war formulates . . . .

Chapter 1 A Nefarious Plan Destroy the Jesus People

AD 35 JERUSALEM

aiaphas has been the High Priest in Jerusalem for eighteen years, he has outmaneuvered scheming, political rivals, pacified prejudiced Roman governors, persuaded recalcitrant Jewish Sanhedrin members. . . and, executed the peasant, Jesus of Nazareth. He has fought and clawed his way to the top of his chosen profession, experiencing the thrill of highest achievement: he has arrived at the pinnacle of his life-work —the official spiritual leader of not only the great Temple in Jerusalem but also the multiplied thousands of Jews scattered throughout the Roman Empire. Suddenly, without warning, Caiaphas is jolted by the realization that the ground is moving under his feet: he stands upon an active volcano! His little kingdom trembles even shakes, from the unforeseen events and aftermath of a rather mundane decision he initiated: the death of Jesus, a carpenter from the obscure village of Nazareth in Galilee. * * * * * Alone in his private quarters in the sumptuous High Priest’s Palace in Jerusalem, Caiaphas awaits the arrival of three rascally associates. Late evening has merged into night, and darkness now fills the narrow streets. The city has gone to bed. Now, he stands as “the Victor” exultant on the crest of his mountain of power and prestige.

From his plentiful wardrobe, he has chosen to wear for this secret occasion his basic High Priest Garment, usually worn doing daily tasks around the Temple and city. He wishes to maintain spiritual dignity in this clandestine meeting (without overdoing it), yet he wants the shifty characters he has summoned to remember who is in charge!

Map of Ancient Jerusalem During the Reign of the High Priest Caiaphas

The headpiece is effective for this purpose: although square when not worn, it adjusts neatly when worn, conforming comfortably to the head. Over this cap is carefully placed a cape or cloth covering of the same dark

color as the hat, falling down over the shoulders. Caiaphas has chosen well; he looks the part of an inspired and powerful leader. * * * * * As Caiaphas waits, two problems of long-standing cause apprehension, buzzing around in his anxious mind like angry bees! These things require his full concentration and beg solution! The first is personal, involving the meddling influence of his father-in-law Annas. He groans and rolls his eyes thinking of Annas, his self-serving father-in-law. Just about everything about the old man galls him, yet Caiaphas would argue that those same attributes are not characteristic of himself! The second problem is complex and societal: the startling change occurring in Jerusalem in the two years since the crucifixion of Jesus. It seems that the holy city has become pervaded with Jews who believe that Jesus has risen from the dead, and they want everyone else to believe their ridiculous message! As the religious upheaval in Jerusalem prods his mind, he forgets himself and grabs his head—knocking his hat and cape askew! Shocked, he straightens himself and returns to more rational thinking. But Caiaphas simply can’t sit still! He jumps up and paces the floor of his luxurious, upper room suite, his dark robe swirling about, acting just like his thoughts. His two challenges bring a frightening tension to him. Nervously he clasps and unclasps his hands.

“Control yourself!” he whispers.

“I do have a plan,” he speaks aloud to himself, “a possible plan, one that has persistently and powerfully come to my mind. There is, of course, considerable risk . . . yet, no other plan seems feasible!”

This plan could possibly solve both of his vexing

problems!

Stopping at the window, the troubled priest looks out over his city, now tucked in bed for the night. The darkness and twinkling stars seem to bring calming reassurance, easing the tension considerably. His hands, tightly-held behind his back, loosen a bit, as positive thoughts take control: “Yes,” he says, “things will work out!” He seats himself again, contemplating what his city will be like when all the Jesus people are removed —and he is in full control of Jerusalem!

“Ah . . . that will be peace at last,” he smiles —like a

fox that has just caught a field mouse. * * * * *

This decision he now entertains is his idea, and he can bring it to pass! Smiling, he thinks how Annas will be impressed! Caiaphas recalls how he led the troubled Sanhedrin and an angry Pontius Pilate, the Roman Procurator, in the crucifixion of the imposter Jesus.

But, now! what’s happened! Who would foresee that the followers of the Nazarene would multiply like rabbits after Jesus’ death! The teachings of that dead Christ seem to fill Jerusalem! He smashes a fist into his hand in anger and resolute decision. His eyes narrow. . . his face becomes rock-hard resolute. He thinks of a Jerusalem and Temple rid of any talk or emphasis on Jesus. “Properly executed,” he assures himself, “My plan will strangle this Jesus Movement and enable me to regain full control of the Temple and truly hold the reins of the religious life of Jerusalem!” The troubling storm in his brain passes, and Caiaphas sinks into his chair. Smiling, he toasts himself, pouring a fine wine into a golden chalice. * * * * * Meanwhile, Caiaphas’ conniving consorts scurry like rats through the dark maze of narrow, empty streets in Jerusalem to meet Caiaphas in this secret, late-night rendezvous. As ludicrous as it sounds, each of the unscrupulous three was named after a Hebrew prophet: Jonah, Micah, and Ezekiel. Their Hebrew names serve them well, however, in working with Sanhedrin members: doing helpful things like currying favors, fetching and finding things, researching

possibilities, making shady deals, forever working to remain indispensable.

Good deeds, however, are just a front for their rat-pack

activities.

The full Sanhedrin, seventy-one men of the ruling body of the Jewish nation, is supposedly composed of older, experienced, devout, exemplary leaders. These three go-getters racing to the secret meeting, are not members of the Sanhedrin, but rather personal operatives, more dedicated to their unscrupulous High Priest than to the various interests of the Sanhedrin. Self-seeking rewards are number one on their list and the one thing that retains their friendships. Caiaphas’ summons is of great significance! Like rodents, the three can smell a lucrative deal a mile away and spend little time getting to the action. “What has the old man got up his sleeve this time?” They know the wily fox has a proposition—probably daring and dangerous. They are eager and ecstatic! Ezekiel carries a flaming torch, but as they approach the Priest’s Palace, the light is extinguished. They move silently to a seldom-used side door of the great mansion and knock softly. * * * * * Annas had once been High Priest for nine years, then the Romans deposed him. The old man still remained, however, a powerful “behind-the-scenes” force in Jerusalem

during the fifty years following deposition: five of his sons, a son-in-law and a grandson all became high priests!

Annas was removed from office in AD 15, and then the Roman prefect Valerius Gratus appointed (in rapid succession no more than a year apart) four different high priests, three were sons of Annas, and one was a son-in-law. This last appointee was named Joseph but was then surnamed Caiaphas. His pontificate lasted eighteen years —by far the longest of the nineteen high priests in Jerusalem during the first century. He also happily outlasted the rule of Pontius Pilate. His long tenure and not being a son of Annas created in Caiaphas a pride and strong personal determination to succeed and “show up” all the others. Caiaphas is the official High Priest, but Annas is still addressed as High Priest and treated with a public respect that not only rankles the son-in-law but often puts him in a secondary position! For instance. Some of the Jerusalem people and officials go directly to Annas with their problems and needs, completely by-passing Caiaphas, the “official” High Priest! The friction never lets up! Another example: consider that Annas and Pontius Pilate, the Roman Governor, are now barely tolerant, semi-friendly associates in maintaining the city’s peace. Connected with that alliance, however, Annas always seeks attention and influence; sometimes poking his nose into the son-in-law’s business, and then sharing private things with the Roman Governor!

Caiaphas admits to himself, however, that he is handsomely compensated. Annas has invented amazing methods to suck money out of the populace and Temple, bringing a handsome return to both Annas and himself: one ingenious way, for instance, is to skim off a nice percentage of the money changers’ returns and the sale of sacrificial animals! “Healthy sheep need to have their wool sheared off!” The two High Priests laugh in agreement as they talk taxes, but not many would join their merriment. * * * * * Family matters are less significant in light of the growing, influential menace of the dead carpenter-preacher, Jesus of Nazareth. Jesus’ crucifixion happened two years previously; however, his body is still missing and remains the key piece of an unfinished puzzle! Meanwhile, the followers of Jesus maintain Jesus’ resurrection from the dead did occur and that He has ascended to the throne of God! Caiaphas rants at times about the followers of Jesus: “a kind-of rag-tag army of Galilean peasants—being led by a dozen uneducated commoners (such as five, grubby fishermen and a tax collector!). These people go everywhere proclaiming that Jesus is actually still alive. . . and that those who believe in Him now enter His heavenly Kingdom and possess a heavenly home. Preposterous!” “Jesus of Nazareth—a dead man—still remains ‘the fly in my ointment’!”

At every turn, Jesus defeated Caiaphas and the religious Temple leaders. Certain episodes still haunt Caiaphas’ memory, running through his mind like some hated re-run movie:

• Twice Jesus forced money changers out of the Temple! (“It took a whole day to restore order, and it was a sizeable financial loss!”)

• Jesus taught with Rabbinical authority in all the synagogues! (“Who gave Him His credentials?”)

• He supposedly healed and performed miracles all over the land! (“What do these uneducated people know about the Law?”) • Jesus foretold the destruction of the magnificent Temple! (“He would need an army to destroy the Temple!”)

• Jesus’ teaching and crucifixion disrupted the Passover! (“Jesus had no respect for Holy Traditions!”)

• 50 days later at Pentecost, 3,000 Jews accepted this Christ! (“Have the people gone mad? What was all that babbling?”) • And, these were also baptized in the Pool of Israel! (“What an embarrassment! But, what could we do?”) * * * * * Shifting his thoughts to a bright memory, Caiaphas smiles and turns calm as he recalls how he persuaded the Sanhedrin to go along with the trial and crucifixion of Jesus.

He chuckles as he mentally savors his casual “suggestion” that it would be better for Jesus alone to die than to have the entire nation disrupted or disbanded (“ a stellar acting performance, I must say !”). “Ah-h-h, they did not, would not, could not even perceive my true political objective—or, ahem! my need for self-preservation,” he snickers.

“But, now!” (Another explosion!)

“These followers of Jesus declare that MY wise insight was actually a prophecy sent by God, and Jesus died to save all the people!

“What an incredulous development,” he blurts aloud.

Fear rises again within him, like bubbles in boiling water. He stands again, pacing back and forth, ringing his hands, the long priestly robe again joining his agitation as it swirls about. “The battle is not over,” he declares out loud, raising his clenched fists against an invisible opponent: “I will ultimately win!” Finally, he settles down, nervously stroking his luxurious, grey-flecked beard . . . things are still somewhat shaky. . . but they will work out. . . Jesus will not win this bout! * * * * * The shrewd High Priest plans to circumvent Judah’s ruling body, the seventy-one-member Sanhedrin; he realizes

that certain members will speak up and try to derail his new scheme. This challenge must be approached with caution.

Caiaphas relishes his exalted status as High Priest, a seat of power he has held for too few years, for they have been profitable and lucrative years. True, his father-in-law still exerts some authority over him and remains the authority behind the throne. Yet, the priesthood that made Annas possibly the wealthiest and most powerful man in Jerusalem . . . is now ALL coming within his son-in-law’s grasp! “Someday,” he reflects with satisfaction, “I will be the wealthiest man in town!” Such musings are sweet as he again smoothes the borders of his priestly robe and stands straight and tall adjusting his cap and cape. “Wealth is really not everything,” he humbly confesses before a shiny, brass mirror. He justifies himself as would a great sage to a common person. “After all, I am the true spiritual leader of God’s great nation!” * * * * * Usually, Caiaphas can cajole, manipulate, threaten, flatter, and do whatever is necessary to obtain his objectives with the Sanhedrin. Things are different now. Certain members speak up, make embarrassing statements or ask challenging questions that cross his intentions. Three possible trouble- makers are ever in his mind:

• Gamaliel , the great, esteemed scholar of the Sanhedrin— who is always moderate and careful with his decisions, and is also firmly entrenched against violence .

• Nicodemus , always slow and careful to make important decisions, is the member who went to see Jesus by night to ask theological questions ( probably leaving with more questions than he went with! ). Nicodemus has spread his respect for Jesus among his friends. • Joseph of Arimathea, a very wealthy man, is dedicated to righteous living and doing what the Scriptures teach. Joseph was the one who approached Pontius Pilate to secure the body of Jesus after the crucifixion, giving up his own new, expensive tomb for the burial! How very embarrassing! (Caiaphas shakes his head in unbelief!) The nervous High Priest strides to the open window overlooking the terrace below. His eyes sweep over the city asleep in darkness, and he feels new assurance rising within ... but “where are my three associates?” * * * * * As if on cue, an attractive Arab woman in exquisite gown appears. Hagar, the carefully groomed servant, speaks in precise Hebrew an announces,

“Master, your three visitors have arrived.”

Caiaphas nods, motions to bring them in, and slowly

turns to receive them.

“Ah, brethren, come in, you honor my house with your

presence!”

“Please be seated and enjoy this small repast with

pleasure!”

Two male servants rush in bearing assorted fruits, nuts, cakes, meat, and wine on ornate platters, then make their hasty exit. As Joe, Mike, and Zeke devour the delicacies (keeping their eyes on the High Priest), Caiaphas can wait no longer. He begins his discourse.

“I asked you here tonight as trusted friends. Excuse my haste and forwardness, but we have an urgent situation!

“I need your advice and cooperation in solving what is perhaps the most serious situation that Jerusalem has ever faced.” ( Ah, the three rats now smell cheese! ) “Fortunately, after much reflection,” Caiaphas humbly admits, head lowered with hand on glorious beard and breast (this seems to be the habit of High Priests), “a daring solution has come to me that will restore Jerusalem, the Temple, and the Faith we all love so much.” Drawing closer to them, he asks with feigned humility, “I would be honored to have you join in this venture.” (Silently their minds as one say: “ Well, boss, what’s in it for us?”) “The problem is obvious,” he continues with a genuine sincerity. “The followers of Jesus have filled our synagogues and country with their message, creating a crisis that is serious and threatening; the estimate is that some thirty thousand or more Jews in the Jerusalem area now believe that Jesus is the expected Messiah, but they all continue to worship at the Temple and in the synagogues!

“These followers of ‘The Way,’ as it is called, use the Temple precincts for small group meetings, and I see them sharing their new faith with anyone that will listen, even praying for the sick in the Courtyard! “Since Jesus’ crucifixion and rumored resurrection— and that Pentecostal incident in the Temple courtyard with all the mystical happenings, why, the very authority and integrity of the Temple and its leaders are being seriously compromised! Imagine, the true shepherds of God’s chosen people, are being maligned and condemned!”

Caiaphas stands, with face flushed, eyes flashing, and voice rising: “The advance of this cult must be stopped!”

Slamming the table beside him with a mighty blow of his fist, he adds: “We disposed of both John the Baptist and Jesus for their inflammatory influence upon our people.”

With mounting rage and conviction, the Priest states

his salient point:

“Now, the followers of Jesus have assumed such an adversarial approach with their bizarre message that we have only one course of action—we must challenge these fanatics head on!” ( The three associates react to his brilliance, excitement totally draws them into the plan. )

Caiaphas, trembling with volume and intensity, exclaims: “One approach will succeed, one alone—a purge!

“Brethren, we must purge this sickness from our Temple and People. We must initiate a clean sweep, an

overthrow, an extermination. . . . We must rid ourselves of Jesus, His message, and His people once and for all!”

The three startled friends nervously glance at one another, nodding their heads in dazed agreement, excitement mounting in their hearts.

Faces flush to a deep red and eyes open wide without

blinking!

Two of them stop chewing the food in their mouths!!

Caught up in the excitement of their leader, the three conspirators jump to their feet, exclaiming: “Great news! A great plan! We agree! “The best action is a bold move, and the time has come!”

“Do you have a plan?” They humbly ask, slowly

seating themselves.

* * * * * When the three men had been received by Caiaphas,

Hagar the servant woman hastened from the room.

Kicking off her jeweled sandals and hoisting her skirts, she took off like an Olympic champion, sprinting barefooted through the High Priest’s vast palace, running down the hallway, darting through two secret passages, until finally reaching the great paneled door of the special suite occupied by Annas, the retired Chief Priest.

She knocked softly but firmly three times.

The old man, with a hastily-thrown robe over one

shoulder, leaning on his cane, hobbled to the door.

“What news do you bring?” he croaked with hoarse

intensity.

“Three men of the Sanhedrin . . . just arrived . . . are having a secret meeting with Caiaphas . . . about some plan. . . act quickly!” “Stay—help me dress! I go immediately! Slip my Priestly Garment over my nightwear!” “There! Now, support my arm! Let us go! Hurry!” * * * * * (A few minutes later in Caiaphas’ suite)

“Yes,” the calm, familiar voice of Annas suddenly

interrupts his son-in-law.

“Do you. . . or rather. . . do WE, have a plan?”

The retired High Priest, had slipped into Caiaphas’ room unawares ( barely making it in time! ). Positioned behind a curtain, he had listened (while catching his breath) during the latter part of Caiaphas’ introduction. Now, boldly entering and seating himself, the great man adjusts his own High Priestly garment and headgear in a regal manner. What could this mean? * * * * * Both Annas and Caiaphas live in the same house (synonymous with mansion or palace) with an abundance of servants and official attendants always at hand. The large

complex is ideal for their extensive operation and includes a gateway, courtyard with hearth, a large room for bigger gatherings (for special meetings, night or day), offices, and several residential suites. The old man resides in his own plush apartment yet moves like a cat throughout this palatial center of power —always on the prowl for new developments. Annas’ control of the servants is complete. They are well paid exclusive informants of any unusual, unscheduled happenings, whether early or late. The slightest bit of news about anything reaches him quickly! He is shrewd, sharp, and knows all that is going on! * * * * * “Actually, Caiaphas,” Annas continues, “I knew that a bold plan must be created, and this ‘purge’ you suggest sounds like it just may be what we are looking for.

“I see you have selected three good men to help!”

The intentional glance by Annas sends a clear message to the nervous three that he has full control. The embarrassed trio respond with sheepish grins. Pausing for effect, Annas says ( now making his surprise move in this chess game ): “By the way. . . I took the liberty of making the first important step!”

“Wha-a-a-t?” Stutters a surprised Caiaphas, trying to

remain calm, yet assert what authority he can.

“What did you do?” He asks breathlessly, mind racing!

“Quite simple actually,” Annas replies matter-of-factly. “I persuaded Pontius Pilate (our biggest obstacle) to leave Jerusalem for a month, go over to the seacoast and take a well-deserved rest at the military station at Caesarea. “I had already concluded that WE needed a plan of action, and I am sure that your ideas are certainly worthy of consideration.” ( “Out-foxed! The old man has done it again!” ) Caiaphas desperately steadies himself. ( “Nevertheless, I go boldly for my plan, sink or swim, the plan is good and will work!” ) The shrewd priest rallies his emotions; nervous energy actually makes him quite dynamic! With a strong voice, he quickly lays out three basics for his plan, starting slowly. “ First , we will develop a special elite Temple ‘police force’ that will empty the synagogues of all Jews that follow the dead man’s teachings. This group will answer to me, not the Sanhedrin.

“Of course, we may need to hire some paid

‘professionals’ to handle a few of the rebellious ones!”

The three associates speak up in unison: “ We can handle

that!”

(Annas cannot help smiling; he strokes his immaculate, silver-grey beard in anticipation, thinking to himself, “The boy and his helpers may just have something here; maybe Caiaphas does have guts!” )

Caiaphas artfully slips in, “I am delighted that Annas has joined us here to offer encouragement and advice!”

An imperial nod with a slight smile comes from the

older man, giving new assurance to Caiaphas.

“ Second , I know the ideal person to lead this extermination of the message of Jesus . . . but humbly request your approval, for I have great confidence in any advice you four might give me.” “I have extended my friendship and interest to a certain, younger man, a Jew of the Diaspora; I have come to know him quite well. He is a scholar-rabbi from Tarsus who has been in serious study in Jerusalem for a number of years under Gamaliel. “His name is Saul, a dyed-in-the-wool Pharisee, and his love for strict enforcement of Scripture has made him a prize pupil of the esteemed Gamaliel; nevertheless, he has departed from his mentor’s policy of ‘wait-and-see’ that has hindered our progress. The majority of the Sanhedrin see Saul as a defender of truth and the Temple, and his enthusiasm for staying with basic Scripture has made him many friends. “This young rabbi has an essential, sterling quality: he has absolutely no patience with the followers of Jesus and this so- called resurrection! Saul detests personal religious experience. To him, the literal enforcement of the Torah, with all the prescribed functions of cleansing is uppermost. He has excelled all his fellow students and has become the disciplinarian of the whole Sanhedrin.

“Also, by the way, I hear he has bumped heads with another young, popular, charismatic Torah-teacher, Stephen by name, in the Greek-speaking synagogues in Jerusalem. “There is yet another plus: Saul has become a favorite speaker in the synagogues of Israel; the people simply drool over his expositions! “Oh, and, one other juicy side benefit: it will (ah, yes!) humble the great Gamaliel, putting him in his place; this man has been ‘a thorn in the flesh’ long enough!”

All heads bob in assent, as they voice a hearty “Amen!”

(“Wow, that point really went over!” )

“Third,” Caiaphas, feeling himself on a roll, announces that “Stephen that Jesus-orator stirring so many people with his message and so-called miracles must be silenced —immediately!”

Four hands shoot upward, accompanied by another

hearty “Amen!”

Nervousness leaves the priest, his eyes flame with anger. He seizes the fringes of his robe in one hand and lifts the other hand high, with a tight fist as he waxes eloquent, suddenly making h is dark intention known!

“Stephen will be the first step in our ‘purge’!

• “The rigged ‘trial’ will be quick, with appropriate Council members in attendance; loud-mouthed paid witnesses will take over. • Stephen will be quickly hustled away to ‘The Stoning

Field’ and silenced forever. • Actually, it will be a lynch mob operation!”

“We will launch with high publicity and an

irresistible force! ”

* * * * * This final announcement so excites the elderly Annas, he fights to pull himself out of the chair. Shakily he heaves himself to his feet! The old priest, legs trembling, raises his fist (tipping his Priestly hat and cape crazily) and his voice rings out exceptionally loud and clear:

“Now, you are talking, Caiaphas!

“You make my heart swell with pride—you have

become the son I have longed to have!”

“And, you three men of God,” Anna’s flashing eyes fasten on the three stooges! “This will be your greatest hour! Follow the directions of Caiaphas your leader! Get with it in all haste and strength! We will not have a second opportunity!

“This plan will break the back of the Jesus revolution!”

“ Well done, Caiaphas —a good plan indeed!

Chapter 2 Meeting the Nazarene A Friendly Introduction

he plan of High Priest Caiaphas is now in motion!

The objective is clear: eliminate the Jesus People and their message from Jerusalem and Judea just as the Sanhedrin (with Pilate’s help) eliminated Jesus Himself. The “Purge,” has given Caiaphas a new lease on life, a surge of power and invincibility; things are getting back to normal again! However. . . the Jewish leaders do face the irksome challenge that festers like an angry boil. In simple terms, Jesus’ death on the cross did not silence His message! Caiaphas’ deliberate lie about Christ’s body being stolen by the disciples is having an adverse reaction ! Jews continue to accept Jesus as the Christ, acting like desperate, thirsty cattle that have suddenly come upon a great pool of fresh water: they rush forward, and will not be denied! Surprisingly, some converts even repudiate the authority of the High Priest and the sanctity of the great Temple! The corrupt priesthood, functioning so long in a kind of “sacred” darkness, suddenly finds itself infiltrated by “the Light of the world”! * * * * * The Purge does have one problem requiring delicate handling: an unusual man is needed, actually required , to lead