The Nail E-Book

Joseph N. Padilla

• Herausgeber: Proisle Publishing Services
• Kategorie: Religion und Spiritualität
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 418

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022

Beschreibung

Hello, my name is Joseph N. Padilla. Author of the novel, "Adventure the Long Walk, Afterchrist", now comes "The Nail." The Nail is my effort to recreate some of the mystery and awe that must have surrounded those souls fortunate enough to have encountered the massage of our savior either during his lifetime or soon after. As the story begins, Joshua Saul is about as low in the social scale as anyone can be. A beggar at the gate called Beautiful in Jerusalem of 48 A.D. He is penniless, homeless, illiterate and, for all practical purposes, without faith. Yet, in the story's final scene, Saul stands preaching to an arena filled with scoffers of God, and in an act of divine inspiration, calls on the Holy Spirit to act so clearly that all within sight are made to believe in the power of Jesus Christ - All through the symbolic power of a simple nine-inch nail. Joshua Saul's life begins it's ascent toward spiritual fulfillment on Golgotha - literally. While resting against an old crucifixion log after burying his mother, he finds embedded in the ground an old nail. Strangely soothed by the. nail, he tucks it away in his girdle. Little does he know the profound changes this simple act will bring. Soon enough miracles of rebirth, healing, and spiritual redemption sprout around Saul. With an open heart and a willing soul, this simple young man is transformed into a vessel for the message of salvation brought to earth by Jesus Christ, and so doing fulfills his destiny. A tail of spiritual growth, adventure, and romance. The Nail opens a new window on the story of Christ and the transformation of his holy presence enacted on even the physical objects that he's come in tough with.

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THE NAIL

BY

JOSEPH N. PADILLA

Copyright © 2022 by Joseph N. Padilla

ISBN: 978-1-959449-10-2

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Contents

Summary

Characters

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

Chapter 43

Chapter 44

Chapter 45

Chapter 46

Chapter 47

Chapter 48

Chapter 49

Chapter 50

Chapter 51

Chapter 52

SUMMARY

THENAIL

I came up with this story after I found a large nine-inch, rusty old nail deep in the ground while I was metal detecting at a playground nearby. After digging some four inches into the hard ground; a square nail unseen for many years popped out, maybe from around the turn of century, in the eighteen hundred’s, eaten by rust but well preserved.

It is hard for me to express the feeling, but the only thing that came to me at that moment was the representation or the image of one of the nails that had been used in the crucifixion of Christ Jesus in 29 A. D. in Jerusalem, at the garden of the skull, called Golgotha.

As for the story, it is inspirational, full of adventure, wonderment, and hope; not to forget love: as are all the stories of the time of Christ.

The story takes place some twenty years after the death of Jesus, around 48 A. D.

A young man named Joshua Saul, while burying his mother’s remains in this place called Golgotha, found the nail. Not knowing where the nail came from, he felt a pleasing calm and a warm feeling holding it. Maybe it was because his mother lay there in peace. Days later the nail responded, and he received a revelation in a dream of an angel that revealed he was to give hope to those who are lost but not forgotten. He was given the gift that he and the nail would represent the work of the Lord. He was also told by the angel that not since the one called ‘The Word’ has there been a disciple to lead and heal His people, those who are losing their salvation by

‘He who is in the world: ‘Satan. ’The answers are in the story.

CHARACTERS

Joshua Saul -- Josh Sal – Main character

Aaron -- (A-run) Second character

Monarch – King Cornelius Gibeon

Aliza – Known as Scarlet.

Joram O-Ragee – Estate head servant

Ha-Ron – Hardware supply storekeeper.

Felia – Joram`s aunt – Her dog`s name was Yep.

King- Abele-a Shee Ammon – King of Al-Karak in Moab

Prince Zubulum – Brother in-law to King Abele-a Shee Ammon

Jess-ray – Manassas – Jess – Saul`s friends in Al-Karak

Lady Kathrynn Ku-Ka – (Mama Ku-Ka) – (Samuel) – Her deceased husband

Gabriella Arianna – Abele-a Shee Ammon – (Princess of Al-Karak)

Layla Oni – (Adopted sister of Princess Gabriella)

Estela – Caregiver to Princess Gabriella

Noel – The only son of Saul and Layla

Jorr – Camel driver with the caravan

Brother Peter – A rabbi Jewish priest turned christen.

Guba – (Afro man) with a (Zebra) horse of two colors

Rubin Rah – (Shepherd)

Mama Sarra – Healed

Samuel – (Stock in the mud) – healed.

Ho-San – Healed

Markus Ha-Marr – Healed

Judah & Mary – (Judah`s mother - both healed)

Abel – Young boy kidnapped and lost.

Saint Xui Zim – (Zoo zim) – A priest who the city of Xui Zim was named after

Jo-si-sa and Susana – Parents of Abel

Brother Gillen – Parishioner in the city of Xui-Zim.

Pekah Rezin – (Pak-ha) – Physician at Hell Hill

Amber – A worker at Hell Hill

THE NAIL

Chapter 1

The Boy

In the cool of the morning a young man known as Josh Sal, whose true name was Joshua Saul, which had been changed by the Nomads of his father’s time, was pulling a cart. The Nomads were wanderers of the land with no place in mind; they moved from place to place and had forgotten their heritage, and to them a name was just a name. The name Joshua Saul had been changed for unknown reasons. The pronunciation had been lost in time. Josh Sal, a slender middle size person with light brown hair and pale complexion, was known only to a very few people around the outskirts of the city known as Jerusalem. He had come to bury his mother’s remains in a place some called the Garden of the Skull, but better known as Golgotha. This is the region where the Romans put many to death by crucifixion; mainly the ones called Christians and those who would not patronize them in their pagan ways. The Roman governor wanted to get rid of all the upcoming groups known as Christians; for fear of a turnabout within the patriots and non-Christian Jews, for many were getting involved with one whom they called Jesus, who claimed to be the Messiah, son of God. This place also was where the poor bring their loved ones to be buried for, they have no money to pay for a hewn grave in the main cemeteries. His father was also buried here.

It had taken Sal some three hours to dig the grave; when finished, he stood alone mourning over his mother's death. It was very painful for him every time he shoveled dirt on to his mother’s body. After a short prayer he started on his way home; he was in deep sorrow over his mother’s passing. He walked past an area where three large posts lay. The logs were eroded somewhat; they must have been placed there some time back. They were made from a hard-ridged wood. It was peaceful there where the logs lay. Sal decided to sit down to rest. He leaned against the center log, and noticed a wooden plaque nailed to the end of the log with what seemed to be writing of some kind. The writing could not be distinguished; for it was very faded by the sun. He also noticed the many footprints that were imprinted in the hard ground. Not being able to read he was left to wonder what might have happened here. The footprints looked like they had been there for some time.” Maybe someone with a large family had been buried there.” He looked around but he could not find any signs or markers to show that a burial had ever been in this area where his mother now lay. As he sat there mourning and thinking about his mother, he leaned back against the center log and took a deep sobbing breath, when something grabbed his eye. He looked down between his feet; something was sticking out of the ground. It was the head of a large rusty nail. He tugged and pulled until the nail popped out. As he held the nail, he heard an echo of a bell that was pleasing and comforting to him. He leaned against the cart’s wheel looking at the nail and wondering where it came from; there was something about it that intrigued him. After looking the nail over, he noticed the nail had a warm feeling and thought it was from the tremendous heat on the ground. He placed it in his girdle belt and thought no more about it; he got up and went on his way. Joshua Saul was called Sal since his birth; he lived on the hillside east of Jerusalem. This is where he was raised from childhood as a farm boy. His father died when he was about ten years of age. Now in his early twenties, Sal had been left to take care of his mother the best way he could. Every day he milked the six goats, feed the chickens and the cow. He also tended a small garden where he raised a few crops that were needed to survive. With the milk, his mother would make cheese and butter; this was their way of life.

As time went on, his mother became ill and they had to sell two of the goats, most of the chickens, and the cow in order to pay the physician due to her illness. Not having any family members left, she was concerned about her son, and she wanted to live as long as she could, for she could not bear to see her only son face life alone. Sal was a bit slow and had no education to speak of and this worried her immensely. With no one else to turn to Sal would be left all alone; he was the last living soul in the family.

Two years back Sal’s mother was stricken with a sickness unknown to the physicians and slowly she suffered until death overcame her.

A short time passed, and Sal decided to depart from the farm. The farm was run down from neglect, a sad sight for him now left alone. He decided to sell the farm. All he could get was twenty-two silver coins and that wasn't much to speak of. With nothing but the clothes on his back Sal went to the city of Jerusalem. He did not have any experiences other than milking goats and tending the farm. Things did not look too good for him in the city. With no luck in finding work, Sal walked the streets and his money soon faded away. The only thing to do now was to beg. His life was turned around. By now Sal was missing the warmth of the old farmhouse, but that was in the past and he now felt lost. He was now looking for shelter to comfort himself, with so many memories of the animals he loved, his garden he so cared for, the calling of his mother to come to eat. But that was then, and this was now.

Early one morning, Sal walked up to the gate known as Beautiful which is the main entrances into Jerusalem City. This was a huge entrance. The city laid spread out at his feet. He stood looking at the beautiful temple wall and terraces that lay before him. As he entered the courtyard, he looked around and saw many begging for anything that was offered to them. This was the first time he had seen people in such poverty. He thought,

“If this is what I must do, I will stand here and learn the best way for me to approach someone; it seems these folks have a way of going about it without fear. I just don't know how I will fit amongst this people.” The sun was very hot, and it took a toll on everyone, especially the elderly. Many folks were carried away every day to be put in unknown graves never to suffer again. No sooner would one die than another would take the vacant spot. This is how Sal came about this spot near the gate called Beautiful. A space that was occupied by one was respected by others and no one would infringe on that spot unless it was vacant for more than three days or by death. One morning as Sal was walking, trying to learn how to survive among the poor, he came to an abrupt stop; he saw a person fall on the ground, and he walked over to see if he could help. It was an old man. As many people as there were about, no one seemed to care. Sal went down on his knees to try to help the old man, but it was too late; the man had died. Sal sat down on the ground and looked at him. He then unrolled the old man’s blanket and placed it under his head. Then, he took the old man’s cloak and covered his face with it. Many came over and started grabbing the old man’s belongings, anything they could get a hold of. No one seemed to care, for they knew the old man had no more use for any of it. Sal sat there quietly in amazement for this was not of his learning.

After everyone had departed with the old man’s belongings, an elder woman wearing a red wrap around her shoulders walked up to where Sal was sitting. She looked at him as she bent down to take the only thing left in the old man’s possession; it was the old man’s begging bowl. The old man held the cup tightly in his hand. She had a little trouble removing the cup. She looked up at Sal then said,

“This cup is yours now, son. Take it in good faith.” Sal looked at the cup and noticed that the cup had a few coins that she could have taken for herself but did not. Sal felt somewhat dumbfounded as he sat there. He then asked the woman why she wanted him to have the cup. She then explained to him, saying,

“Son, you are new here, I have been watching you. In time you will learn the rules we have and respect for one another here at the Gate.” Sal just stared at her.

“Son, this spot is now your spot; you were the first to claim it. And the cup comes with it.” Sal thought for a moment and decided not to say anything for this was a choice spot. Left with his mouth wide open he thought as she walked away, “I didn’t even thank her.” He then spoke up with a loud voice, “woman!” She turned to see, as he spoke,

“The least I can do is to offer you a penny for your kindness. Please accept my offer.” She came back to where Sal was; she reached and took the penny. (Penny represents a coin of low value.) She thanked him then said,

“Be sure to put a marker of some kind to mark your new spot, son. It’s on a very good location and may the Lord Jehovah bless you and behold you.” She turned and walked away. Sal felt a much better understanding of some the rules that went along with his new way of life here by the gate called Beautiful. Sal raised himself up off the ground. The nail he had found dropped out of his girdle belt; when the nail hit the cobble stone it rang out with such clarity. He heard the echo. Many turned towards the direction where Sal was standing. He took note of the people looking his way, but he did not care. Sal did not hear the ringing sound per se, only that pleasing echo that sounded like the one he heard at the place where his mother was buried. Everyone was wondering where the sound came from; there were no bells ringing at that time of day, and there were no carts carrying iron parts of any kind that might have fallen off that would make a ringing sound so unique. Soon things went back to normal, with everyone hoping someone would come along and give alms.

Chapter 2

A Man Called Aaron

One morning as Sal stood at his new space with cup in hand, hoping someone would take notice and be kind enough to drop a talent or two into his begging cup, there was a commotion coming from the entrance of the gate known as Beautiful. Many surrounded a man on a beautiful white horse; he was throwing coins all about for the folks to recover. Sal looked up towards the entrance where many surrounded the man. He had a very nice way about him as he rode around talking with many.

This elegant man, tall and of good stature did not neglect anyone that approached him. He seemed to have a heart of gold for the poor. Sal just stood in his place astonished. The stranger was quite away from where Sal stood; he took note of Sal standing and holding his cup in his hand. He wondered why a healthy young man would be begging and withering his life away in this place of the old and decrepit and derelicts. He dismounted from his horse and walked over to where Sal was standing. He looked at Sal from head to toe. Sal was hoping he would drop a few pennies in his cup, maybe a large coin or two, but not so. He looked at Sal and he had to say something. He shouted with a firm voice,

“Why should I give you alms? You look very healthy; why don’t you take on a job? You look strong and seem to be of good health.” Sal just stood gazing at him, and then replied,

“Sir, I have just lost my mother and our farm. I do not have any skills or trade; I cannot read or write, though I have tried. Now you tell me, Sir? Who would hire an unskilled farmer such as me? I don't mean to put myself down, sir, but?”

“Well, now that you put it that way, I must admit that does make some sense. Now what kind of answer is … but?” Sal could not answer. He just stood there looking at him somewhat dumbfounded. The stranger leaned on his horse and looked Sal right in the eye.

“Do you know what will happen to you if you continue this way of life?” He reached over and placed his hand on Sal’s shoulder, then said, “We must talk. Come, follow me.” He noticed that the crowd started to follow them. The stranger then took out some coins from his pouch and dispersed them on the ground all about the crowd. He told Sal to mount on the horse with him. They rode towards the lower part of the city. They came to an old inn. The stranger asked Sal to come and have something to eat with him. This made Sal feel good for he was very hungry.

“Before we go in,” he said. “Tell me what your name is, young man?”

“My true name as I was told by my mother is Joshua Saul, but everybody I know calls me Josh Sal, Sir.”

“Well Josh Sal, I’m called Aaron.” As he looked at Sal this brought back memories of his youth; for he once stood in that same terrace near the gate called Beautiful. Aaron was born with a brilliant mind, very clever at a very young age. This brought fear to his parent’s way of thinking, that he was bewitched and cursed with an evil spell. This was the place where his parents had sold him for a handsome price. Aaron was abandoned and sold into slavery at an early age; just because he was different than other children. His difference was his intelligence, and the knowledge he was born with, and that scared his parents, for he was very wise at an early age. In those days’ superstition and Christianity were the most feared events of that time. Some time back, a man by the name Jesus, who was called the Christ, was born here in Judea, claimed by many to be the Messiah, The Living Son of God. He preached salvation and eternal life in the name of his father God, Jehovah, who, by Him, Jesus was sent with a new testament for salvation and forgiveness of sin. Through this fear, the one called Jesus was crucified and put to death by the non-believers. Blasphemy was his crime, for he claimed to be the son of the almighty God. With this accusation he was brought before the Jewish consul of Pharisees and scribes to judge him. He was taken to the house of the high priest Caiaphas; a member of the Jewish assembly called the Sanhedrin. There he was accused of blasphemy for claiming to be the Son of God. Jesus was also betrayed by one of his own followers named Judas Iscariot, a disciple and an apostle of Jesus. Jesus was taken before the one called Pontius Pilate. The Roman procurator, who was pressured to agree to sentence him to death by crucifixion at a hill called Golgotha. The crime Aaron was supposed to be guilty of was his intelligence. He was one step ahead of his slave masters, and this would put fear with the unusual ways he had with them. With this fear, his peers became paranoid and uncomfortable, but that was another story.

“What can you tell me about your past?” Aaron asked Sal.” What about your parents, do they still live? Did they abandon you or maybe you ran away?” Sal was a bit shy. He then commenced to tell Aaron his life story as far as he could remember. He started with his father who was also-called Josh Sal; they both shared the same name, and in order to differentiate between the two, Sal was called by their surname.

“You know, Sal, there is no reason for you to waste your life the way you are doing now, I will try to help you. Do you understand why I insulted you back yonder…? No, I do not think you do. You see Sal; I do not like to see good and healthy lives go to waste. You understand what I’m trying to say here?” Sal looked at Aaron and shook his head, not understanding quite what Aaron had in mind. He just felt good just to have someone that would talk with him; a nobody as unimportant as himself. Aaron took a liking to Sal, a misfit in life, and this Aaron could not bear to see. Sal’s way of life reminded Aaron of his past, although Aaron’s way of living was of loneliness and slavery. He was sold from slave master to slave master; none would keep him for any length of time, for he was smarter in every way. So, with this fear, Aaron was put on the slave block again and again, and sold to the highest bidder. However, even knowing about his would-be curse, there was always one who would take the challenge with this mystical boy, with the reputation of being so wise at such a young age and this, would frighten most of them. His name was well known in the area.

One day a rich traveler, a monarch that went by the name of King Cornelius Gibeon, heard about this bewitched slave everyone feared. He could not believe the tales that were told about this man who could out smart them all. Being a man of wisdom, he took this slave Aaron on as a challenge.

As time passed, Aaron’s master had gained much wisdom and knowledge from Aaron. He knew that Aaron was much more than just a wizard, a common slave, or servant, for his wealth had multiplied many times over. Eventually, his heart was so filled with gratitude that he felt Aaron had won his freedom. One day the rich monarch summoned Aaron and had a talk with him.

“Come,” he said, “You have been a true and faithful servant. I have learned much from you, and I believe the time has come for you to be a free man.” Aaron was left speechless.

“I have written a scroll for your release. Take it in good faith, and do not look back. You are a free man no longer a slave, free from bondage; go in peace. By the way, I have something else I want you to have.” He motioned to one of the servants who, was holding a pouch that was somewhat heavy. He handed the pouch to Aaron.

“Open it,” said the monarch, with a smile on his face. To Aaron’s surprise the pouch was full of gems and many gold talents. Aaron could not speak, but once again was left emotional and speechless.

The monarch walked Aaron to the front area where a beautiful white stallion was waiting for him. This became a memorable day, one Aaron would never forget, with King Gabion. Things were turning around fast for Aaron, and he was very thankful.

Aaron spoke to Sal as they rode through the city streets. He asks Sal, to come with him to his house, where he would talk with him about learning, and teach him to understand what he is trying to tell him. He also asked Sal if he would stay with him for a while, because this would take some time. It took Sal only a moment to think about this and he then agreed. Aaron told Sal,

“I will explain to you about learning and how to understand all the many things that are simple but look difficult; you can ask me anything you have in mind, starting now.” Sal looked up at Aaron then said,

“Are you sure you want to help me? You know, I don’t understand many things too well, and….” Aaron interrupted Sal, saying,

“You see this, is the very reason I want to teach you; you must look up, take a deep breath and look around my friend, there is much to learn.” Sal looked up at Aaron with a smile not seen for quite some time.

“Come with me, Sal.” Sal, a little bit timid, looked at him and agreed.

After a lengthy ride to the upper city, the two arrived at what looked like a very large dwelling, surrounded by a beautiful wall and garden. Left breathless, Sal could not say a word. Aaron could see the glow in Sal’s eyes, and he did not say anything.

As they approached, many of the servants came out to welcome them. After the introduction of Sal, Aaron spoke to one of his servants to ready one of the rooms behind the stables for Sal would be staying for a while. Aaron turned to Sal and said, “You will be very comfortable there.” They sat in the patio and talked for some time. Aaron walked Sal to his room where he was to stay. After Aaron departed, Sal walked in. The room was very clean, better than anything Sal had ever seen. It looked very comfortable.

For the next two days, Sal was left alone to relax and to get used to his changed circumstances. Sal spent most of the time in the garden just wondering why all these wonderful things were happening to him; he was thankful. He sat on a large rock and took the big nail he had found at the place where his mother had been laid to rest. A comfortable feeling came about him; he knew his mother was in good hands. Meanwhile, Aaron was keeping a close watch on Sal’s every move. Aaron noticed Sal looking the nail over and became curious about the nail; he thought the nail must have come from the old farmhouse. Sal placed the nail back in his girdle belt and he made himself comfortable and did some work around the garden. He was a hard worker, and this kept him busy. He wondered how long Aaron would want him to stay. A thought came to him: “What if I lose my spot by the gate…; what am I to do?” Many things were going through his mind.

“Well,” he said, “What will be, will be.” The thing he feared most was the thought about what Aaron had said to him about his lifestyle. A thought came to his mind. He walked to the back door and knocked. The servant known as Joram opened the door and asked Sal if he needed something. He answered,

“I would like to speak with Aaron, if possible, Sir?”

“One moment,” replied the servant. Aaron approached the door.

“Hello Sal, what can I do for you?” Sal was a bit timid when he answered,

“Will it be all right if I go back to the gate; I have something I have to do, and I don’t know how long I will be staying here, and I want to give the spot I was standing at when I first met you to a friend of mine; it's a lady I befriended who was very kind to me.” Aaron then asked him,

“Why is this spot so important?” Sal then explained to Aaron all about the rules and bylaws they all honored at the gate called Beautiful. Aaron was eminently impressed; this was something he was not aware of.

“Very well,” he said.” I will have a horse made ready for you.” He motioned the servant to go and do that. Sal was very grateful.

“Now,” uttered Aaron.” When you get there, you will take the horse to the stables, and walk to where you have to go; you know the rest.” Sal smiled, looked at Aaron and replied,

“I don’t know how to start to thank you…. I.”

“Don’t worry, my friend,” replied Aaron with a smile on his face, as he flipped a coin to Sal, and said, “For the stable.”

“Thank you, Aaron. I’ll be back as soon as I can.” Soon the servant approached with the horse and handed the reins to Sal. He waved goodbye and rode away.

He reached the outer part of Jerusalem away from the gate called Beautiful where the horse stables were. He walked through a group of olive trees known as The Garden of Olives. Down a way was the gate. As he entered the city things began to look familiar. He walked over to the spot he was supposed to be standing at, many were waiting to see if Sal would be returning for, he had not been seen for a short while; for within one more day, all would be fighting to grab his spot. Sal stood there for a few moments looking to see if he could see the woman with a red shawl. He started to ask around if anyone had seen her. Without an answer he then walked up to where he saw a friend and asked him if he had seen her. She was well known by all for she had no permanent place to stand. She was rather elderly and not fast enough to grab a good spot near the gate called Beautiful, where the most important people passed by. His friend answered,

“The last I saw her was early this morning; she picked up a couple of coins and she went looking for something to eat. That’s all I can tell you.”

“Do you happen to know which way she went?” asked Sal.

“She always goes over to Shannon's market,” he said as he pointed.

“Thank you,” replied Sal. He took off looking for her. He reached the marketplace and started looking around. It did not take long to spot her; she was talking with someone. Sal walked over to where she was eating and talking with her friend.

“Pardon me, ma’am do you remember me?” he said.

“Of course, I do,” she replied. She turned around to her friend and said,

“Would you pardon us for a moment?” She then asked Sal,

“What are you doing here? If you don’t look out you may lose that spot you got the other day; you do not want to stay away too long, you know.” Sal then replied,

“That is the reason I have come looking for you; I have gotten a job and will not be back and I am here to offer you, my spot. I can’t think of anyone else who would appreciate that spot as much as you.” She replied,

“Son, did I hear right, you got a job, and you want me to take your spot over at the gate, are you sure?”

“I have never been this sure in all of my life, and may God Jehovah be with you always.” The old lady’s hands began to tremble, and tears ran down her face.

She did not know what to say at that moment. Ordinarily, she always had something to say, but this time she was at a loss, not knowing what to do and lost for words. With tear-filled eyes, she thanked Sal. No one had ever thanked her for anything she had ever done or helped with. Sal said,

“You know something; I don’t know your name.”

“Oh, I’m sorry; I go by the name Aliza; but not too many people know me by that name. They call me Scarlet because of my red wrap, and I accept that.” Sal replied by saying,

“My name is Josh Sal, known as Sal.” Sal and Aliza walked back to the place he would be standing, had he not gone with Aaron. After things were settled Sal started to walk away when he stopped abruptly.

“Oh!” he said, “I almost forgot the most important thing.” As he walked up to her, he asked her,

“Don’t you remember?” Looking at him, she shrugged her shoulders and shook her head. Sal smiled at her, then said,

“I almost forgot the cup; you know the cup that goes with the spot.” With tears in her eyes, she took the cup and to her surprise it had a few coins, just like when she handed the cup to him. She bent down and put a small red piece of rag under a small rock to mark her spot so Sal could see how proud she was as she waved goodbye to him. He waved back. Many stood looking hoping it would have been one of them. He walked back to the stables to pick up the horse and rode back to Aaron’s place.

Chapter 3

Clean and Back to Life

When Sal arrived at the estate, he took the horse to the stable, and then he went to the door to let Aaron know of his return. Aaron asked him how everything turned out.

“It was wonderful,” replied Sal, “It felt good to do something for someone. I have never ever done anything like this in my life, just to see her with a smile on her face.” “Good,” replied Aaron. After an afternoon of talk and a late lunch in the garden, Aaron told Sal to rest, for tomorrow he would start with his lessons.

Early the next day, Aaron had his servants summon Sal. Sal arrived and greeted Aaron. Then, Aaron said,

“Sal, I have a change of clothing for you; my servant will show you the way to the bathhouse.” This came as a big surprise to Sal. He was very thankful, for he knew that his present clothing was tattered and torn and somewhat smelly. The servant approached Sal as he handed him a clean change of clothing, then said,

“Follow me, sir, I will take you over to the bathhouse where you can take your bath; your water will be ready soon.” When the servant opened the door to the bathhouse, Sal was surprised to see such an enormous room. The nearest thing to a bathhouse Sal had ever seen was an old shack in the back of the house next to the well; this is where he would change his clothing and bathe. After the servant departed, Sal looked around; this was all new to him. When he started to disrobe, the nail dropped to the floor. He picked up the nail and looked at it for a moment; there was something about the nail that mystified him. He continued to ready himself for his bath. He removed his belongings and looked for a safe place to put them. As he was looking, he spotted a potted plant on the windowsill; it looked somewhat wilted. Sal took note and said to himself,

“What a pitiful sight to see such a beautiful plant dying this way. I will see if I can do something for it while I’m staying here.” He took his few pennies and the nail and placed them in the plate that held the potted plant, to keep his things from getting wet. He stepped into the tub, laid back and relaxed. He sang a little song his mother use to sing to him when he was a little boy. This was a very happy moment for Sal; for once he felt wanted since the passing of his mother. Moments later he raised himself out of the tub. As he was drying himself, he looked over at the plant and to his surprise the plant looked different. It had taken on a healthy look, like nothing was ever wrong with it.

“Strange,” thought Sal, “It must be the steam that brought it back.” He thought no more about it and got dressed. Then, he picked up his things and went back to his room.

The next day, Sal was up early. He wandered about in the garden enjoying its beauty and the layout that was so well manicured. He was feeling a happiness he had not felt in a long, long time, and all he could do was to enjoy its beauty. He walked over to one of the benches and sat down to relax. As he was resting, Aaron approached him and asked him,

“How do you feel? Has everyone here been treating you well?”

“Yes, thank you very much,” replied Sal.

“Well,” said Aaron.” Now it is time to start training. I want you to pay attention to what I will teach you. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” replied Sal. This made him wonder what was going to happen to him.

He could not comprehend how all these wonderful things were happening.

He thanked God.

“The first thing I will teach you is how to read and write. It is not as hard as it seems.” Aaron had a slate in his hand, which Sal had never seen. Aaron then asked Sal if he knew what it was. Sal looked at it, then answered,

“It’s a cutting board of some sort; do you want me to cut up some fish or meat?”

Aaron looked at him and smiled, then said,

“No, my friend, look again; this is a slate, you write on it, this is what I am going to teach you how to read and write with.” Sal looked up at Aaron and smiled. Aaron looked back at Sal and they both burst out laughing.” What a wonderful way to start,” exclaimed Aaron.

“I think you have a real challenge in front of you,” replied Sal.

“Yes, indeed I do; now let’s go eat and then we will start your lessons. What do you say?” Sal nodded his head with a yes, and then thanked him once again.

“By the way, Sal; I have good news for you: from now on you will be staying in the main part of the house. I have a room ready for you. I know you will like it there.” After eating, Aaron took Sal to a sizeable room; it was quiet in there, and very pleasant. Aaron commenced to tell Sal what he had in mind.

“The first thing I will teach you is how to write and how to pronounce your name. Maybe I better teach you the alphabet; by the way, do you know what the alphabet is?”

“No, not really,” replied Saul. He felt stupefied, and Aaron saw that in him. He then explained to Sal not to be afraid, that this is what learning is all about. Aaron was very patient about explaining. He turned towards Sal and said, “This is why we are here, Sal; the only thing to do is to listen to me. It is not that difficult, but this will take some time.” This relaxed Sal, knowing what a nice person Aaron really was, and he did not feel so out of place being around him. They continued with the lessons. As the end of the day came about, both were very tired and sleepy, and they decided to give it up for the night. Sal returned to his room. He was so happy that he could spell his name though his writing was a little rough, but this did not bother him at all. A three-or a four-letter word is not difficult to most of us, but, to a person with no knowledge whatsoever, it would be like trying to chew a carrot without teeth. Sal had trouble with the alphabet, but in time he knew he would catch on. As he lay on the bed, he just could not get the schoolwork out of his mind; he went over and over his first name as Joshua. For some reason it did not sound right to him, but he knew Aaron was teaching him the right way. He decided to go ask Aaron why he wanted him to change his name to Joshua Saul for he had never been called by that name. Aaron then explained to Sal what his mother had told him, and how the name had been changed back in time by the Nomad Tribe. Aaron continued saying,

“A name is very important, Saul. Do you know what the name Saul stands for?”

Sal just stood looking at Aaron mystified, with no answer.

“The name Saul stands for a chosen vessel, as told by a holy man called Jesus, a prophet of the god Jehovah. Therefore, you should go back to your real surname name; it has meaning, no one can take it away from you, and you will be very proud one day. I will teach you the things you must know as you precede in life. Do you understand my meaning?” Sal nodded his head yes, for he knew Aaron was teaching him the right way and that Aaron enjoyed teaching him. After bidding Aaron goodnight, he returned to his room.

Early next day, like any other day, Saul, whose name was now established, did a few chores around the house and waited until Aaron would return from his duties. He was anxious for his return so they could get started with his studies. Aaron did so much for other people; he seemed to be busy all the time. This time, Saul was his most important pupil. Aaron could read people very well and he knew that Saul was a quick learner and that pleased him. How long his education would take depended on how Saul would grasp his learning.

Some time that afternoon Aaron was back from a visit; he was very happy as usual. He summoned his servant to tell him that he was having company that evening.

“I want you to serve lunch early this afternoon because I want to help Saul with his studies, and later on tonight I will have company for supper.” Aaron had Saul summoned. When Saul came in from the garden, he was very happy, then he said,

“You want to talk with me, Aaron?”

“Saul,” he said, “I am having some guests over for supper tonight and I want you there to see how they behave. I want you to look at their manners. Looking is better than me trying to teach you how to behave when you are around people in the upper class. These people are not so upper class, as they seem to be, but you can see the difference between them and the common folk. Most are snobs but do not let that bother you any. Remember all this is part of your learning.” Sal responded, saying,

“I will try, Sir. I hope I won’t embarrass you, I have never been around people, other than my family and a few friends.”

“Don’t let that bother you, Saul. Just sit back and observe their every move closely. But please, do not you become one of them,” said Aaron with a short laugh. Saul stood momentarily looking at Aaron; then they both burst out laughing. Aaron said,

“I have ordered a special robe for you to wear tonight. When I introduce you to them, I will tell them that you are from Mesopotamia, and cannot speak our language. You speak only in Arabic, and I will interpret for you. I will also tell them that you are a trader looking for seed and grain to take back home with you. You will sit next to me at the end of the table, and when a question is asked, I will speak to you very low, and if you must answer talk very low. Most of all pretend you know what we are talking about. I will speak in Arabic to you, and you will shake your head yes or no. Just watch my hands; one finger means no, two fingers mean yes, and if I close my fist just shrug your shoulders. Remember, speak low. I will also teach you how to say yes and no in Arabic, but! Don’t overdo it unless I speak with you first. These people are very nosey, so be careful.” Saul looked at Aaron and replied,

“I will try the best I can and, I hope I don’t embarrass you.”

“I am sure you won’t; I have the utmost confidence in you, Saul,” replied Aaron.

Saul smiled; he was very happy with that reply. Aaron continued,

“Soon after we finish eating, you will excuse yourself. I will teach you what to say, short and sweet. The reason is that you must get up early to be on your way. Then you will get up slowly, bow, clap your hands softly, and raise your right hand to your heart, then to your mouth and on to your forehead. Then, you walk backwards, turn around slowly, and say ‘Peace. ’ and walk away. I will explain to you what this all means; I don’t think you have any idea about the Arabic customs.” Saul smiled with a funny look about him. Aaron continued to explain the customs and about the salutation and manners of these people and went on with the lessons.

“I hope I won’t behave too ignorantly,” uttered Saul, “but! I have the idea, thank you, Aaron.”

“If you think we must do this over, just let me know,” replied Aaron.

“Maybe so,” said Saul “But I think I can do it.”

“By the way,” said Aaron.” You will be called by the name of Shoran -- She-ba Shoran; what are you laughing about, you look like a She-ba Shoran.”

They both laughed. This was a new adventure for Saul, and Aaron so enjoyed the happiness he saw on his face. After they settled down, they were back onto Saul’s teachings. Aaron explained to him,

“You will be in the library waiting to be summoned by your steward. When I am ready to do the presentation of, She-ba Shoran, one of my servants will be your steward. I have already spoken with him; he will be ready, as I know you will be also.”

Saul took in all that was told to him, and he was now ready and somewhat nervous. He took a deep breath and smiled. Aaron patted him on the back and smiled back.

Chapter 4

Eat, Look, and Listen

As the day was ending, one by one came the invited guests all dressed in their best. As for Saul you could not tell if he was one of the guests or not, for he was dressed very elegantly. He was not used to a turban around his head, however, and it took him a little while to get used to it. Now only his mannerisms were to be judged, so was his appearance. Aaron had gone through his final instructions with Saul, and he was ready. His last comment was,

“You will be in the library waiting to be summoned by your steward when I am ready to do the presentation of, She-ba Shoran, a traveler and and old acquaintance of mine.”

After everybody greeted each other and made them selves comfortable, it was time to assemble in the dining room. Everyone sat on their appointed place around the large table. Aaron spoke up, saying,

“Gentlemen: I now have the pleasure to present to you the son of an old acquaintance of mine; one who has done business with your firms lately.” Aaron clapped his hands and summoned the steward, and said in Arabic,

“Please summon your master to come. I want to introduce him to the merchants whom he has done business with.” Within moments She-ba Shoran alias Josh Sal made his entrance. As he entered the room, they all stood up very quietly and were very curious; for this was the person with whom they had just done business with and had never seen nor spoken with him face to face. The seed and wheat that was bought, was bought by Aaron under the name of S. Shoran as far as they knew. Aaron had use for the grain and the wheat for another country nearby that was unknown to any of them; and as far as they knew it was going to Arabia with, She-ba Shoran. After the salutations were over, everyone sat back down.