21 A.D.
It was so hard for Joash to get up some mornings. His mother had just called to him that his father expected him out in the fields before the second hour. He sat up blinking his eyes open. There was too little light coming from the oil lamp his mother left in the nook in the wall. There were days he wished he had a window in his room. It would let in the morning light and he could see the stars at night.
“Joash !!” His father called out, “Come on boy and get with it, the harvest starts today” his voice softening at the end. Caleb never could get angry at his son, even when he tended to get a little lazy. After all, he was sixteen and a man for the last three years. Still, he knew the boy still needed guidance so that he would be able to survive on his own.
Israel was still a harsh and dry land away from the Jordan river. It took a lot of work to get grain from the land and a lot of prayer for G_ds mercy on them.
Their little village was about two days walk from Jerusalem towards the great sea. Joash saw it once when his father took him to pick up some new seed that had just been brought up from Egypt by way of the sea. The boats came in at Joppa, but some merchants brought some down the coast a bit to sell to those who traveled less. The first of the gentle waves scared him a little when his father set him down in the water. But, like all children, he quickly over came his fear and played, splashing and jumping as the next wave pushed him to the shore.
Joash thought back on those days as he put his sandals on and grabbed his cloak. His staff was beside the front door. “You had better hurry Joash, you know how father worries about getting all the wheat harvested before any thieves try to steal it” his mother said as she handed him a few figs and a skin of water to carry. “Hurry on now”.
Joash was still getting the hang of the sickle that cut the wheat. It sometimes gave him blisters until his mother gave him strips of cloth to wrap his hands in. "This" he thought, "is the easy part, gathering the sheaves in bundles was harder". He still needed practice tying the bundles with a sheath or two of the wheat. He looked up at the low rolling hill that overlooked their house. To him, it seemed to stretch for a great distance, in reality, it was only a quarter of a Sabbath’s day walk. It seemed that it hardly ever rained here. But G_d always provided enough for the grains to grow.
Joash wondered were his brother was. Judah was just six, but he was beginning to learn to work the animals around the house. He also tended the small garden out back that provided the family with additional food so they would not starve waiting for the harvest. Judah was like a lot of younger brothers, a pain in the neck some days, and a friend the next.
Judah was just coming out of the sheep pen with about fifteen sheep and the dog. That was about all he could handle at six years old. The dog was well trained and could easily keep this group together. Judah had a small shepard’s’s’s staff that his mother had bought for him. He would take these sheep just over the rise to the left of where his father and Joash were harvesting. They would be able to feed on some of the left over grain. His father had told him that the sheep needed to be fattened up a bit to sell at the temple market for sacrifice. These sheep were without spot or blemish according to the Torah. So, he knew that the grain the ate would make them fatter and they could make more money.
Joash was just finishing tying up his tenth bundle when his father walked up. Joash looked up at the sun and figured it was about noon. “Let me have the water skin, Joash” his father said as he approached. Caleb was trying to figure how long it would take to harvest all the grain. “I’ll bring the cart up here this afternoon to take th bundles in for safekeeping” he told Joash. “If we cut and bundle all the way to sundown for the next three days, we should have all of it in.”
“What about the soldiers, father, what if they come here this year” Joash asked with a bit of fear in his voice. He knew the soldiers were ruthless and took what they wanted, killing those who would not give it to them.
Caleb hid is concern when he answered his son, “we will have to put our trust in Elohem that we can get it done in time”.
Judah always was a little bit scared taking the sheep out alone. The dog would bark if someone came, but would not be able to fight any one off and keep track of the sheep. “G_d, please watch over me as I watch over my fathers sheep, and keep me and them safe, Amen” Judah prayed as he led the sheep on down the slope. He had a strange feeling that he was completely safe.
After about an hour, Judah realized he had walked farther than he had intended and began to turn the sheep back the way he came.
Ezra and his five bandit friends lay down in the grass so the boy would not see them. They had seen him coming for half an hour and were waiting for him to get near so they could steal the sheep. They would fetch a lot at the market. Ezra was about to rise to rush the boy when Seba grabbed his hand and pulled him back down. “What is it, I was about to take the boy and the sheep, what’s wrong Seba” Ezra asked with frustration in his voice. “ We better let this one go Ezra” Seba answered. “Why would I let so easy a target get away” Ezra replied. Pointing back to the boy Seba whispered, “because of that big man with the drawn sword walking with the boy, that’s why”. Ezra raised up a little to see where Seba was pointing. Then he saw the man. He was a giant, about two cubits taller than Ezra and he had a long sword rather than the short blades the Romans carried. The man looked like he knew how to use it too. “ Alright, we wait for another one and let this one go” Ezra felt a pit in his stomach. He knew he could fight a little, but he usually hoped the numbers alone would intimidate the victim rather than having to fight.
Judah felt peace as he turned the sheep back to the farm. It felt like someone was walking with him, protecting him, watching over him. He knew it was only him, the dog and fifteen sheep, but just the same, he smiled at the possibility.
Devorah went up on the roof of the house to sort thru the flax that had been drying since the twenty sixth of the month Adar. After checking the different areas on the roof, she saw that it was all dry and ready. She took a sharp knife and began to cut the roots off and to stack the stems off to the side. The roots, she would use to help start the cooking fires. The Egyptian trader would be stopping by the village near the end of the week and she needed to have the flax prepared and ready to go. He would be taking it to a weaver near Egypt to turn into linen. The trader often gave a fair price due to what he knew he could get for the linen in Joppa and in Tyre.
It was getting late in the afternoon when Joash stopped to get a drink of water from the skin. Caleb saw him stopped and came over to where he was. “Let me have one of the figs your mother gave you this morning” Caleb asked as he sat down beside Joash. Joash gave him the cloth wrapped figs to his father as he took a second long drink of water. “Son, it looks like we might just get it all in, in another two days” Caleb said. Both were tired from being bent over all day. Both were dusty and weary but they knew that could do it.
Judah let the sheep graze for about three hours before turning them to home. He had to get them into the village to the community well so he could get them watered and home before dark. They had eaten a lot and needed the water now. The dog ran down a stray and brought it back to the herd and kept the others in line. They all followed Judah and knew his voice when he called them. Judah was hungry as well, even though he had eaten the figs his mother had sent with him. He could hardly wait to get home.