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A Gate Called Beautiful von McKenzie, Kara S. (eBook)

  • Erscheinungsdatum: 28.02.2015
  • Verlag: TJT Designs and Publications
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A Gate Called Beautiful

CLAUDIA, a young beggar woman calls out to the people walking past. She sits along the roadside, a young dark-haired woman, in ragged clothing. As she hears the clink of coins drop into her cup, her eyes light, and a smile forms on her face. She notices children crossing the street laughing, and quickly pulls her twisted foot beneath her tunic. For a brief moment, the expression on her face is solemn, while her eyes are drawn to a small boy's parents who walk away from her without looking. And then she looks up, and the sun's rays warm her. She remembers ANNA, the old, crippled woman who raised her on the streets. She thanks God that Anna taught her about the heavenly Father who would never desert her. Maybe YESHUA would heal her, as he healed her friends? MALACHI, deformed from birth was now working for a family as a servant. And RUTH, cured from a disease, was back with her family after she reached out and touched Yeshua. The amazing things Yeshua did spread throughout Capernaum. Claudia hoped Yeshua would heal her too, but she'd had difficulty getting near him, past the crowds. And now he was gone, having left in a boat. She follows the crowds out of Capernaum to find Yeshua. At night, darkness closes in on her, and she meets her greatest foe, loneliness. But, her prayer reveals God's presence and care, and she knows a day will come when she'll be free of her troubles. Her trust is in a God bigger than the greatest of her difficulties. Seth notices the young woman on the streets and wants to give her coins for her cup. He's drawn to the radiance in her eyes and her bright smile, despite her unfortunate circumstances. He sees a beautiful heart in the young woman beneath the torn and ragged clothes and dark strands of uncombed hair and wants to help her. As he crosses the street, he looks back. His heart sinks, when he realizes she's gone. He never fathoms, that this young woman is the one God intends he'll someday bring home as his wife.


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    Seitenzahl: 375
    Erscheinungsdatum: 28.02.2015
    Sprache: Englisch
    ISBN: 9781942663904
    Verlag: TJT Designs and Publications
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A Gate Called Beautiful

Chapter 1

C laudia's voice rang out from sunken cheeks. "Alms, for the poor! Alms, for the poor!" she cried. She wished one of the people on the road would notice her and toss a coin her way. She was hungry.

She pushed her dark, unkempt hair behind her small shoulders under her tan head covering. Her face was smudged with dirt. Her eyes were large and dark.

She sat about ten feet from a dirt road, against a large boulder on the way into Capernaum. She was holding a cup in her hand and watched as people passed by. It was hot that day, a good day to beg. People were on their way to the synagogue for afternoon prayer. She'd go there later and enter in the back section of the building.

She listened to the clomping of camel's heavy feet hitting the soft path leading caravans of traders. There were sounds of sheep bleating loudly as they were led to the synagogue for sacrifice. Wagons kicked up dust, while animals plodded along at the sound of shouts and slashes of whips. Claudia took a swipe at the grit on her face. A cart with a cage full of chickens clucked noisily and bumped along a rock-filled section of the path.

And every now and then, there was the faintest jingle of coins dropping into clay cups around her.

When people passed by, she didn't expect them to look at her, but wished they would. Sometimes, she ached to witness a smile or hear a soft-spoken word cast her way.

When she received no response, she smiled wider at the people on the trail, despite the hot, muggy day. She touched the twisted foot that made her unclean and smoothed out the folds in her wrinkled tunic. Her brow lifted. Why would they see her, when the two who brought her into this world didn't?

Her parents had tossed her out at birth onto the streets to be taken up by other cripples. She had one possession at the time...a Roman name, which meant lame.

She shrugged off these thoughts, looking back at the street. It stabbed at her heart to think about a mother who could put her own babe in the hands of strangers.

Others walked by, their eyes turned away from the sides of the roads where the beggars sat. Some acted as if they were unaware of her presence.

Claudia knew it was unrealistic to expect anything less after having been on the streets for so many years. She was close to sixteen by now, or at least it's what she had been told.

She decided her concentration was better off spent on begging for the day, money in her cup, or a cast-off tunic from a family whose children had outgrown it. Each day she dreamed of a good shelter for the night and safety from other outcasts who were looking for someone they might rob. Nothing more.

"Alms for the poor!" she cried again. "Alms for the poor!"

No response.

She smiled again wider.

She felt hot. It was muggy.

The road in town was dusty. It had been weeks since it rained, which was unusual for Capernaum with the lake often producing clouds. Claudia figured it would rain soon, having overheard talk of it. She originally came to Capernaum because she learned of the richness of the land and town and was amazed when she first saw the fertile plain of Genessaret, with its crops producing plentiful walnuts, figs, grapes and olives. Being a trade town, people came from all over to barter for goods to take home and sell to make profits.

Looking further down the path, Claudia spotted a tall, stern-faced Roman soldier walking briskly toward her on his way into the town. His upper body was wrapped in red cloth, and the rest of him was covered in full, silver armor.

She shivered and scrunched up smaller as he strode toward her, backing away from the street. The Romans ruled Jerusalem and the surrounding areas with an iron fist, giving little autonomy to the Jewish people other than recognizing King Herod as a figurehead. Some of their ways were ruthless and cruel.

He sco

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