brand new day
By Baker Street
Caiaphas was a man in a world of trouble. It was almost a year since they crucified the trouble maker, and since that time the world had been tumbled into confusion and turmoil. The Romans were still picking up some of his old disciples from time to time, yet the movement was rapidly growing.
It seemed to be popular among the grassroots with the poorer people in the city and the countryside joining in. They were now starting to call themselves ‘Christians’ and claimed to belong to this new ‘religion’. To him it was nothing but a sect, a nuisance and a danger. He would do whatever he could to stop it. But the new movement was growing rapidly. It seems that the more of them that were persecuted, the stronger they grew. The temples and synagogues were still full, and he didn’t know whether it was just his imagination, but it seemed to him that some people were slowly leaving to join this rabble. Maybe he was just being paranoid.
Nonetheless this new ‘faith’ had spread all across the land like plague. Things were sliding in all directions. It was as if someone had cast a stone in a tranquil pond and the ripples of consequences were now spiralling ever wider. (Unbeknownst to him those ripples would extend over centuries, affecting all mankind.)
Yes, he thought to himself; it all began when they killed the troublemaker. He was the sort you couldn’t trust even though he was dead. And now all the upheaval. How long would this turmoil and uncertainty continue, he wondered. He hoped the authorities would soon quell the movement; things couldn’t go on like this. The future of the true faith was at stake. These rebels were luring the people away from God and his ways, just like their leader had done before them. A stop had to be put to it.
Some days it felt as if his own health and wellbeing was deteriorating. Damn the troublemaker, if it had not been for him none of this would have happened. He went and sat in the shade of a tree outside calling for something cool to drink. When would things ever return to normal, when will the old ways be restored.
The breeze blew through the leaves in the tree, like the winds of change were starting to blow across the land…