By KWA KIEM KIOK
I HAVE always wanted my
sons to take over my business, and frankly, they'd have been good
at it. Groomed them over the years in the trade, I mean, being
a fisherman is more than just catching fish.
I learned it the hard way, so I didn't want them to start all
over again, just build up on what I'd done. But then, when your
sons go off after the Messiah, and to do a greater "business",
what can you do? You can't stop them.
You should have seen John in those early days: he may be younger
but he sure had more fire than James.
He would come home in high spirits, full of what the Master had
done or said - how Jesus had healed a man born blind and the ruckus
that caused with the synagogue leaders.
He would repeat so many things that the Master had taught: that
the Kingdom of God had come. The Kingdom of God is like a woman
who kneads yeast into dough and makes bread, the missus loved
that one!
How our little John was so excited when, maybe about a year after
he'd join the Master, that he didn't come back for a few days
and then came back to tell us how the demons had fled at his command
and he had preached the Kingdom of Heaven. Isn't that something,
my boy a preacher?
Our James was excited too, you could tell, though he's more down
to earth and thoughtful.
I would see him writing things down, discussing with John whether
that was how it was the Master said. The two of them would come
home and basically sleep for a day and then would be all ready
to talk to me, their mother, the servants
anyone who'd
give them time of day to listen about what the Master had done.
How the Master had taken five loaves and a bit of fish, blessed
it, and fed a whole crowd. Then they went around giving the leftovers
to all the villagers nearby and they had fun explaining where
that food came from!
After a while, though, they didn't come home very much, they spent
most of their time travelling with their Master.
Then I heard that Jesus was crucified. Couldn't find the boys
then, they didn't come home in those dark days. I wanted them
to come back to Galilee and get back into the business, since
their "Messiah" was no more. Then, maybe about a week
after the Passover they came home. Couldn't recognise my boys
anymore, these sons of thunder!
James suddenly had a new stature and understanding. John looked
like he had seen hope in the darkest place.
They simply said, "He is risen!" What they meant was
that He who had died was now resurrected. He died, mind you, John
was there and he saw it, then He resurrected. He has a new body
that was not bound by space and time, the boys said.
I never knew I'd say this, but me and the missus found that we
respected our boys. And we knew that they would never follow my
footsteps. She said to me, that either I train up someone else,
or we just might sell of the business and live off the income.
We went to their church once. It was strange sitting with slaves,
but after a while it wasn't important while we sang, read Scriptures,
and prayed together. They're a good bunch, and treated me well.
"This is Zebedee," people would say, "James' and
John's father." Hmm
maybe now I'll be about my sons'
business?
Kwa Kiem Kiok a member of Trinity Methodist Church, is on sabbatical at Asbury Theological Seminary in Kentucky, the United States.