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Continuing Story Blog Chapter 3

John Bray • March 25, 2025

Arriving in Jerusalem

Turning the bend in the road, the great city loomed ahead. Jerusalem. City of God. Pontius pondered, “Same dusty city… same poverty Hebrew peoples… Same smells in the air… why does it feel different today?” Answering himself, “you know why, the city is the same, the province is the same, but I am different. I am not the Pontius that was praetor, it seems like eons ago… Marcellus is now Praetor.”

Through the Damascus Gate, an expected throng of humanity greeted the travelers, but each on his own journey. But today, Pontius did not have the offensive feeling as he did even last year. Moving though the city, many strangers … (maybe most?) … recognized the former Praetor. He found himself smiling as those whose gaze met his and even waving to a couple children running after goat. Thinking to himself again, “Before, I would have tried to look past these folks. I would not have even acknowledged they were there. Now …” his thoughts trailed off as Claudia approached to come to his side.

“Greetings dear. I would pay a denarius to know the thoughts knocking around that mind of yours.” She offered with a smile.”

Pontius responded playfully, “I would take that denarius, and use it to give you two sestertii in return. I was pondering how different Jerusalem feels today, as compared to the last time we were here. And, its people. Have you noticed how many different faces are in the crowds? All these people need to know what you and I know. What Peter, James, John and the others know. It is all so exciting. I am looking forward to seeing the disciples and spending some time before we head south. But first, I need to meet with Marcellus. Would you like to come along to meet him before you head out to speak with the ladies of the city?”

Claudia looked at Pontius with mock confusion, “Oh, I think it best that you boys have some quiet time to yourselves. I am looking forward to talking to women and sharing our journey.”

Heading past the portico of the Temple, Pontius looked up and noticed Caiaphas was overlooking the city with Jonathan ben Ananus, no doubt the next High Priest. Catching his eye, Pontius gave a wave and smile to the group as they turned on their heels and retreated to the inner chamber. Turning to Claudia, “I feel I need to meet with Caiaphas and Jonathan before we leave as well. That should be interesting. I hope I will be accepted. So much to do. But first, I am going to the Praetor’s palace to meet Marcus. I will leave you to your plan. I am excited to compare notes over dinner this evening. Shall we find some fish?” Pontius knew that was Claudia’s favorite.

With a quick hug, Claudia took a turn to the city center while Pontius made his way to the palace. Past the guards our front, with a nod, ‘being a former Praetor has some privileges’ Pontius thought. Up the stairway to the door way to the meeting room. At the door was a Centurion, to provide some level of security. Speaking to the Centurion, perhaps a little louder that needed, Pontius said, “Gooday, friend. I am the former Praetor Pontius Pilate looking for a meeting with the Praetor Marcellus”

A voice from the meeting room boomed into the hallway, “Pontius, come in and greet me face-to-face. It will be a sight to see you again.”

A warm smile greeted Pontius as he entering the room, and Marcellus bounded across the room for an embrace. Holding Pontius at arm’s length, Marcellus asked, “I like your Braccas. How was your trip, my friend? I wondered if you would come back this way. So many changes in the last year. You did leave me with challenges to conquer. I forgive you. Come, sit, you must be stressed as you travel. Have some wine and figs, some grapes… and some wine.”

Turning to his successor, Pontius responded, “Yes, some figs. Traveling is always problematic, but Claudia and I are actually, rather enjoying this trip. That is a first for me. We have been doing our best to share our experience with those we meet.”

“Well, well. Then, let me tell you what we’ve been dealing with here then you tell me what you and Tiberius have been through. You know, we hear things out hear… well, of course you do. You’ve been here longer than anyone.”

Before Pontius picked a bit of fig, he turned toward heaven and said, “Thank you, Lord for this bounty from your good Earth, and bless the hands that prepared it.” Looking up and seeing current Praetor mirroring his actions was a bit of a surprise. “Go ahead, my friend, Marcellus. Tell me how things are here in Judea. If I had more than two ears, they would also be trained on you.”

“Well,” Marcellus began, “the big thing is the city is experiencing a peace that is nearly palatable. Beginning last Autumn, at first there were reports of this messiah Yahushua being in the city. Of course, we “knew” he was with you in Rome. We chased down the rumors, but we might as well have been chasing the wind. He was at the Temple, but no. He was in the upper room with the disciples, (that’s right, our spies…. your spies... knew where they were). At any rate, rushing there we found… No. At the Pool of Solomon, hurrying as fast as we could, not there either. But everywhere we arrived, the residents seemed different. More calm. Not aggravated. Not agitated. Once, out of frustration, one of the soldiers slapped a Hebrew to get information, he the man just stood there and offered the other cheek.

“This went on for 50 days. Then, one day, from this very room, I was looking out the window, and, now do not think me insanus or delirus… I saw a man, dark, average height, very curly dark hair, and bearded like the Hebrews wear it, floating out of the window of that house over there, arms outstretched and hovering for a moment. Then floating higher and higher until he was out of sight.

“I was so taken aback, I left my centurion here and went through the streets to the source of such a sight. I was so out of breath when I arrived. In the streets around the house were about 5,000 men all listening to Peter as he spoke to them of the peace that can come with a desire to know this messiah of theirs. AND, here’s the other thing. The ten disciples were all speaking in different languages. Latin, Greek, Oromo, Arabic... all different languages.

“I spent days with them, learning what they meant about the one true God of the Universe, and how to govern, being led by this God. I still meet with Peter and James, while the other disciples have spread out to share the way with the rest of the empire.

“The remaining believers meet in small groups, in homes and meeting houses, to pray, sing, and learn more about God’s plan for us. These small groups help people become close and to be led by the spirit, being subject to a higher power. It is not so much about being in charge, or making our own plans, as it is listening to directions, working together, and discovering paths that one cannot find on his own.

“The challenge I mentioned earlier, the High Priest and the Sanhedrin are evenly split as to how to take all this. Not everyone has come to grips with how to understand these last few years. Many wring their hands in confusion and angst. Many others refuse to discuss these things at all. The opposition to the Yahushua has caused a split in the Hebrew people. But it has not caused violence. A lot of contemplation and confusion. I believe when Jonathan ben Ananus becomes High Priest, there is reason to be hopeful that this split will be healed."

“So, that’s what is happening here in the city that used to be the seat of your power. Tell me about you and Tiberius.”

Pontius began, “I will tell you all about my trip to Rome with Yahushua, our time together and his time with Tiberius. But, let us walk and talk, shall we? Last time I was in Jerusalem, I despised the city. Today, I see it with different eyes.”

Both men stood, and walked to the door; the Centurion motionless as they walked by. “No guard accompanying us as we walk?” Pontius asked.

With a chuckle, Marcellus replied, “No, sir. Not needed. You’ll see a different city today than last year, that is for certain.”

Out in the fresh air, Pontius told his friend all about the sea trip with Yahushua, living with him for months awaiting trial, and the firsthand account of the Trial before Tiberius. Then about the 3 days after and the resurrection of Jesus and the great commission. Finally, about the trip to Jerusalem and their plans to head south of Ethiopia to share the Way.

All the time, Pontius was seeing the city with new eyes, greeting people they passed, and generally feeling the goodwill and hospitality of the citizens.

Until, all at once, the two men turned a corner and nearly ran over two faces from the past. There, out for a walk themselves, blocking their path, were… Peter and James.

I would love to hear your thoughts. Your feedback is gold to me!! And by the way, if you haven’t had a chance to check out the resource section of the website, there are tools and support available to you. Also would you for you to stay in touch with me if interested. Being a new author, it would mean the world to me to hear from you………

Please feel free to check back. There are additional chapters being posted here. I hope that we can have a chance to discuss because the answers are in the discussing.

This book is a labor of love and on the website are tools and support that is available for you, dear reader. Please consider staying in touch with me as you have the interest.

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Continuing Story Blog Chapter 2

By John Bray • February 8, 2025

I have been considering the story-line for a book since I was 18 (or so). Now that I am 68, it is available for you. “What If” is a historical fiction regarding the relationships between Pontius Pilate and his wife Claudia, Pontius Pilate and his boss Tiberius Caesar, and between Pontius Pilate and Jesus. Now-and-again, another chapter occurs to me, and here is a short section which includes a conversation between Pontius and Claudia. A conversation between husband and wife “Good morning, dear.” Pontius announced as he entered the room. “How did you rest, my dear” Claudia replied, with a twinkle in her eyes, “I slept peacefully and feel great. And, you, dear husband?” “It was a peaceful night. I am so very excited for our trip to Jerusalem and on to Africa. I feel refreshed and ready to show the world what we know. I pray I am up to the task.” Claudia reached out to touch Pontius’ hand, “I will be there with you dear. We will call on the strength offered by our friend Yahushua and the Holy Spirit to direct our words to all that will hear us. Some pomegranates and fresh bread, dear? Or we have some left-over mutton. I can ask cook to prepare some for us. I look forward to releasing all of our slaves to a free life, and giving them the funds to start it. I am also excited for our journey to share what we know to the world, and to have productive work to share.” “I think just some pomegranates and bread.” Then saying a blessing over the breakfast, Pontius continued, “Dear Heavenly Father. Thank you for thinking of us, and providing the blessing of food and drink for us. All good things come from you and we ask for your blessings on this meal.” “So,” Pontius turned to Claudia and asked, “did you hear the other exciting news from Tiberius? He has decided to allow and encourage the wearing of braccae throughout the empire.” Claudia replied, “I did hear that. I think I should like to add braccae to my wardrobe.” “I think you should.” Pilot responded with mock approval on his face. “I wasn’t asking for your permission, dear.” Claudia announced, having missed his expression. “I wasn’t giving it, love.” Pontius said, perhaps a little hurt that Claudia had missed what he was saying. “You are an intelligent, mature, and capable woman. You can certainly manage the nuances of your manner of dress so that is most suitable for you. I’m not in charge of you.” Pontius smiled. Pontius took the thought down a hare trail. “I imagine a time when someone will suggest women should be quiet in meetings, always wear a hat when praying, and cover their hair. While that may be culturally significant, I would never propose that you need to be silent in group meetings. Your voice is just as valid as mine, and maybe even more. I believe Yahushua would say, ‘it is a circumcised heart that the Lord desires. And your heart, my love, is so sweet and ready for anything from the Lord.” Catching his humor this time, Claudia opined, “I think there will me so many exciting things that are going to be available for us. I do not know how we are so blessed.” “But, that leads me to another thought that has been nagging at my mind for a while.” Pontius began. “Throughout the empire, whether Roman, Hebrew, Arab, or other, two individuals are brought together to live together and are committed to each other – sometimes arranged like we were, or by a match-maker, or by choice. It is commonly held by many, probably most, that one person needs to be in charge. I ask myself, ‘Why’?” “Well, dear, doesn’t someone have to take responsibility for decisions? I would gamble that as we embark on our travels we will find some customs in which one partner is responsible while in another community it may be the other partner.” Claudia countered. “True enough. But does that make it right, just because it is custom? So again, why? Where does discussion, compromise, and agreement come in? If two mature, committed adults can make plans together for their lives, can they not also agree to reach an accord? I know what you are thinking, dear wife. What if I feel as strongly ‘Yes’ as you feel ‘No’? “Well, instead of being at impasse,” Pontius continued, “I say that in a committed, loving, caring relationship, one partner must be willing to be crucified for the sake of the other. Just as the Lord, our savior Yahushua was willing to be crucified to show us another, better way to behave, one partner needs to swallow hard, and say, “I love you, dear.” And be done with it. Not bring it up again; not say, “I told you so.” To hold fast to one another and go through this life with a love that is supporting and unconditional, just as Yahushua has taught us,” I would love to hear your thoughts. Your feedback is gold to me!! And by the way, if you haven’t had a chance to check out the resource section of the website, there are tools and support available to you. Also would you for you to stay in touch with me if interested. Being a new author, it would mean the world to me to hear from you……… Please feel free to check back. There are additional chapters being posted here. I hope that we can have a chance to discuss because the answers are in the discussing. This book is a labor of love and on the website are tools and support that is available for you, dear reader. Please consider staying in touch with me as you have the interest.

Continuing Story Blog

By John Bray • January 10, 2025

I have been considering the story-line for a book since I was 18 (or so). Now that I am 68, it is available for you. “What If” is a historical fiction regarding the relationships between Pontius Pilate and his wife Claudia, Pontius Pilate and his boss Tiberius Caesar, and between Pontius Pilate and Jesus. As, another chapter occurs to me, I will include them it in my blog. Here is a short section which includes a conversation between Pontius and the disciple John Yom Kippur Sabbath Awaking early, Pontius rolled out of bed having a fitful night. Tying his sandals, he headed toward the pantry. ‘Wine,’ he thought, as the weight of the last few days seemed to add pressure upon pressure. Turning though the archway, Pontius could see man sitting in the dark. Pontius asked, “John, are you alright?” “I am trying to … “ Trailing off, John’s voice just stopped. “I know it is early, John,” Pontius began, “but let you and I step out for a walk. The air will do us both a bit of good.” Stepping out, it was not the cool morning Pontius had hoped. The African winds brought some heat and the Mediterranean added so much humidity, one could cut it with a short sword. The moon added an ethereal illusion to the neighborhood, and the smell of yesterday’s dinners still hung in the air. As they walked, silently, only the sounds of sandals on the cobblestones, an occasional oil lamp would light, as a citizen was beginning a new day. As they turned the corner, Pontius realized, “This is the hill that Yahushua would sit and talk.” Walking part-way up the hill, in more of a march than a stroll, Pontius turned and commented, “You know, John, I had come by a couple times to listen to Yahushua.” “Yes, I did know that. So did He.” John answered. I remember another hill, outside of Yahushua’s home town of Nazareth. In our travels, He went there to teach, and visit with His family and perhaps find some restoration. “It was the oddest thing,” John Continued, “He wanted to share Himself with whom He was closest. His childhood friends, neighbors, His loved ones. When Yahushua arrived at the Synagogue, He began to teach, just as you heard that one day through window, Pontius (John shot Pontius a sideways glance) but the people were astounded. I know as Praetor, you have had your finger on the pulse of so many things throughout Judea, Yahushua has performed many miraculous acts. YOU may not believe them all, but I have seen so many things. His neighbors had heard of them as well. “The people could not understand how this man, who they watched grow from an infant to a child to a young man, could do these things? They knew Yahushua’s mother Mary. They knew the man who raised him, Joseph/ They knew his brothers and sisters. They knew Yahushua as a craftsman. They could not believe Yahushua was the messiah. “Now, I’ve seen Yahushua perform miracles with just a word. I’ve seen a woman healed who merely touched his robe. And, for another blind man, Yahushua made a paste with some dust and some of his own spittle and rubbed it on the man’s eyes to open them,” John continued. Pontius interrupted, “Sounds a little haphazard.” “Here is what we found. Yahushua is able to show his power and will meet people where they are, but only if the individual is willing to reach out to Him. “So, here’s the point. The Almighty God can do anything. It is in His power to do what he will. He is sovereign. But he is not capricious. He works within rules. He needs something from us in order for us to work together. We have free will to choose or to not. He is not some snake charmer who can play a clarinet and make us dance to His tune. He is only able give us, and allow us to have, what we willingly accept. Yahushua was not accepted by the people who knew him best. Because their expectations were preset and unchanging. He healed a couple people. He wanted so much to share all that He was with the people He knew, but they just could not believe in Him. If a word is all that is needed, he will say the word. If the individual expects and needs a balm to receive a blessing, God is willing to provide. John continued, “You and I, Pontius, had the opportunity to see Him as He was, with new eyes. How we can go on from here is a struggle that I must work out on my own.” With that, John again trailed off. Pontius offered, “I think I will head back. The world is waking. You stay here as long as you like, John. Come back whenever you are ready.” Pontius stood and headed back, thinking. “Things were not much clearer now that when he left home.” Wondering aloud, “What kind of Son of God is this that offers things, but does not order things to happen?” Please feel free to check out back. This book is a labor of love and on the website are tools and support that is available for you, dear reader. Please consider staying in touch with me as you have the interest. Much love.