Of Such Is The Kingdom, A Novel of Biblical Times in 3 parts

As the two beggars walked back to their campsite once more, Lucas spoke.  “Another lousy day!”

“Yes,” agreed Timotheus, “business has been quite bad lately.”

“Too bad we can’t find any more of those big crowds.”

“Especially with that miracle worker.  I could sure use another fish sandwich at least!”

“Yeah, me too.  It sure seems strange.  He must be teaching and healing somewhere.”

“But where?  We’ve walked from one side of the city to the other.”

“I know, Lucas.  So what are we gonna do?  Our supplies are pretty low.”

“'Guess we’ll just have t’ be patient and keep lookin’.  There’s bound t’ be another crowd somewhere.”

Then Timotheus caught sight of a big figure heading their way.  “Say, there’s a man walkin’ toward us.  Perhaps he’s gonna give us some money.”

“Say, isn’t he th’ same fella who told us he was as poor as us?”

“Oh, yeah!  'Guess we can’t expect anything from him.  He also told us if things went as he expected, we wouldn’t have t’ be beggin’ anymore, didn’t he?”

“Somethin’ of that sort.  Sure wonder what he meant by it.”

“Could be he was th’ one who led that insurrection against Pilate everybody’s been talkin’ about.  They say th’ leader was a big bulky lookin’ fella with dark hair and dark skin, just like him.”

“But what would a fella like that want with th’ likes of us?”

Our friends needed to wait only a moment to find out.  The bulky bronzed being quickened his pace and was soon standing before them.  They held out their hands in the usual attempt to ask alms.  “My friends,” he replied, placing one hand on his hip, “I told you that I’m almost as poor as you.  This is even truer now than the last time we met.  I have no money to give you.  But, I have a plan, which, if you wish to join me in it, will mean piles of money for all three of us.”

      What kind of man this insurgent

      Who plans for kingdoms made?

      Was he so like the mendicant

      To thus implore their aid?

      “Sounds interesting,” said Lucas.

“Indeed,” rejoined Timotheus, “But just what does this plan of yours involve?”

“Robbery.  There’s a rich man who runs a cloth shop in town, not because he needs the money, but just for something to do.  I figure we might as well have some of that money.  Don’t worry.   I’ve got everything planned out.  We’ll go at the least busy time of day, threaten him, grab the money, and run.  It’ll be easy.”

The short, dark-haired, shrewd-looking beggar looked up and smiled.  “I’m willing.  I’ve not had any excitement in years.  Maybe now I can get rid o’ these rags and start livin’ again.”

What kind of man this mendicant

Who’d grasp at promising fate

And never see the danger

Till perchance it was too late?

Lucas twisted his mustache and glanced at his pensive partner.  “And what about you?”

“I-I don’t know” came the deliberate reply from a mind obviously hard at work.  “I just don’t know.”

“Aw, come on, Timotheus,” urged the diminutive destitute.”  He paints a pretty promising picture.”

“Yes, I know.  But yet---  oh, I don’t know.”

The bronzed bulky being sighed.  “Well, you’d better know soon.  I’ve planned this thing for tomorrow.”

“Listen, stop by early tomorrow morning.  I’ll tell you then.”

“Good enough!”  And the huge form dwindled slowly into the dusk.