Christ the Lord: The Road to Cana (Life of Christ)
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The second book in Anne Rice’s hugely ambitious and masterful life of Christ.
It’s a winter of no rain, endless dust, and talk of trouble in Judea. All who know and love Jesus find themselves waiting for some sign of the path he will eventually take. After his baptism, he is at last ready to confront his destiny. At the wedding at Cana, he takes water and transforms it into red wine. Thus, he’s recognized as the anointed one and called by God the Father to begin a ministry that will transform an unsuspecting world.
back to me. “Oh, you had better not dare to do that,” he whispered, staring down at me with narrow eyes. “They'd stone the both of us, if you did that, the way they stoned those boys.” He moved towards the edge of the courtyard. “In this winter,” I said, “they very well might.” “You're a simpleton and a fool,” he said. A whisper from the shadows. “You know Scripture better than your uncle, don't you?” I looked at him, a dim figure now, against the lattice. Specks of light in his eyes. “What
Esther. Mara, James' wife, nodded, and said that she would not either were it her choice. “What are they saying?” asked the Rabbi wearily. “What talk?” “Everything imaginable,” said Aunt Esther, “and what on earth do you expect? They're saying that she was dawdling, that she was singing to the children, that she was dancing as she likes to do. That she was drawing attention to herself. Beautiful Avigail, Avigail the one with the lovely voice. That she was away from the others. That she had
you are her kindred, and her only kindred in Nazareth, I say wait because waiting for him to change his mind is all that you can do.” “What of her kindred elsewhere?” asked Bruria. “Ah, well,” said the Rabbi, “what are we to do, to write to her kindred in Bethany? To the house of Joseph Caiaphas? It would take days for the letter to get there, and the High Priest and his family have more on their minds than the goings-on in this town, must I remind you of that? Besides, what is it you think
for cheerfulness and sweetness. He does nothing but bemoan his wandering grandson, and he blames Jason for it. Jason. He blames Jason that his grandson is under a porch in Athens disputing with the heathens.” “It's no matter to me, Rabbi,” I said. “He can heap me with insults. He has a clever tongue and a relentless tongue, and no patience for men like Shemayah. And I think he will remember his cousin Avigail, above all.” Joseph lifted his hand. “I know he will remember his cousin Avigail,”
account of what we do; for what are we?’ ” I stood quietly beside Joseph and James, waiting and listening. Cleopas stood behind us. “ ‘For behold, by Your will we enter this world, and we don't go out of it by our will; who has ever said to his father and mother, “Beget us.” And who goes into the realm of Death saying, “Receive us”? What strength do we have, Lord, to bear Your anger? What are we that we can bear Your justice?’ ” He turned; he realized we were there, and then he sat back and