Jonathan Trigell - The Tongues of Men or Angels

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Who was the man we know as Jesus? In The Tongues of Men or Angels, Jonathan Trigell performs an act of literary resurrection. After the crucifixion, Jesus’ brother James and his right-hand man Peter remained devout Jews, vigorously opposed to Roman occupation. But a rival faction emerged, led by the charismatic itinerant Paul of Tarsus. While the Judeans were being massacred in their millions, Paul’s followers desperately tried to prove that their Messiah was peaceful: and in doing so they began telling stories which would transform a small sect of Judaism into a world religion.
Over time, those stories turned to stone — while other truths vanished, crushed beneath the heel of orthodoxy, altered by the passing of years. So who was Jesus — the warrior or the pacifist? The Tongues of Men or Angels is a dazzling act of imagination and learning. It is a literary resurrection, unsealing a tale that has been waiting through long ages.

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One Day before the Crucifixion

Three days ago, as the disciples first approached Jerusalem, Yeshua told them a parable, about a rightful ruler coming to a city to inherit his kingdom. It ended with the words:

But those enemies of mine who did not want me to be king over them — bring them here and kill them in front of me .

It was not one of Yeshua’s more cryptic metaphors.

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Yeshua and the Twelve leave the upper room and the house of the man who collects water like a woman. The man checks that the crescent side-street is clear before he waves them out, flicking a wrist that is somehow more flexible, less joined, than a wrist could be. His head is covered with a scarf, in the manner of a maiden; he readjusts it self-consciously, pulling it low to his eyes, as if it controls his own looking as much as the way others look upon him.

Yeshua thanks the woman-man, taking her hand. And Jochanan pays her twice what was agreed. Perhaps he thinks the disciples will have little need of money henceforth.

The moon is full; its light is blue on the faces of the Twelve, as they make their way to the southern gate. Their clothes, damp with day-sweat, are cold. Some of the Twelve had to sell their cloaks to buy swords; all have a blade with them now.

Outside Jerusalem’s walls are the overflow camps of pilgrims and the bivouacs of the dispossessed. There are tethered camels, sleeping in their strange angular crouch, and canopied bowers of the tender, mercenary Eves, whose tent slits comfort men far from home.

The Kidron valley beneath is dark and the Twelve have no torches. But God is their light and salvation, as the psalmist says, so who shall they fear?

A hooded crow pecks at the maggot-riddled carcass of a thing that was once itself a hooded crow.

Even now, after several days, the burned ground of the Kidron still faintly smokes in places. With the scrub removed, stones are visible, baked brown and scalded like oven bread. All is grass ash, but for occasional long strands of scorched bushes; straggled like seaweed, grey as an old prophet’s hair. Though old prophets are rare.

Everything is charred, like the Hades of the Greeks. And perhaps that is fitting enough for what must happen tonight. A year and more has led the Twelve to this point. Maybe everything has always led to this point. And, as Cephas’s mettlesome father would say: if you could choose, you wouldn’t start from here. But here is where they are.

Days of panic, days of doubt. Days when they couldn’t go on. But they did go on: there was no going back. All those days have carried Yeshua and his disciples to this now. Only the Twelve must accompany him tonight. Only the most loyal and most noble and most pious. For Zechariah said, God will come, if all with you are holy .

The Romans are a pestilence of warriors. Numberless as the locust; ferocious as the lion. The Romans are an apparatus of destruction forged by four hundred years of continuous battle. They cannot be beaten by men. But only by God. And to believe that they will be beaten might seem madness, but not to believe it is to believe in nothing.

The valley is scorched black.

They pass through it and climb the Mount of Olives among the tombs — grave caves, hollowed caverns in the rock — into Gethsemane’s groves. In the dark, the gnarled and twisted trunks of the olive trees loom out suddenly; malevolent, like a coven of withered-limb witches. Galileans are not ordinarily scared by shades and night-creeps. But this is no ordinary night. Success and failure both are to be dreaded in their ways, and so this fearful place is as fitting as any. More fitting, the fittest: for here on the Mount of Olives is where it must occur, as the Prophet Zechariah said it would:

On that day his feet shall stand on the Mount of Olives, which is in front of Jerusalem on the east; and the Mount of Olives will be split by a vast chasm, so that half of the mountain will move toward the north and the other half toward the south … earthquake … Then the Lord, my God will come, if all with you are holy. And this will be the plague with which the Lord will strike all the peoples who have gone to war against Jerusalem; their flesh will rot while they stand on their feet, and their eyes will rot in their sockets, and their tongue will rot in their mouth. A great panic from God will fall on them; and they will seize one another’s hand, and the hand of one will be lifted against the hand of another … So also this plague will be the plague on the horse, the mule, the camel, the donkey and all the cattle that will be in those camps .

Yeshua is the Messiah, of that there is no doubt, not in the hearts of any of the Twelve. He is the anointed one, the King, but filled with so much more in hope than that. Yeshua is the King who will tonight fulfil what Zechariah prophesied, who will inaugurate the new age. Who will restore the dynasty of David. And God will destroy the Romans just as Zechariah promised He would. God will smite them and the very animals they ride upon. The odds are so incalculable that they need not be counted at all. The Twelve have swords to fight, but God will do most of the mighty work. Perhaps the Twelve will each lead a legion of angels.

Because if you believe it to be true that God killed the firstborn of every single family in Egypt, why would He suffer the Romans? It is no insanity to think that God will provide victory, not if you trust scriptures that say Yahweh killed a hundred and eighty-five thousand Assyrians in their sleep for the sake of His people. Not if you believe that God sent giant hailstones down on the Amorites, and stopped the sun in the sky to give Joshua sufficient daylight to butcher the survivors. Not if you believe that God bewildered Sisera’s army, so that they slew one another, without the Israelites having to draw a sword. If you believe that this is God’s country and these are God’s children, then how could you believe that He could let them fall? If you believe that Gideon, with just three hundred men, slaughtered a hundred and twenty thousand Midianites, why would an entire nation fear a few cohorts? If you believe that Samson killed a thousand men, with just the jawbone of an ass. If you believe that God smote fifty thousand and seventy Bethshemites. If you believe that David massacred every male in Edom and all the people of Ammon and sixty-nine thousand Syrians. If you believe that Ahab killed a hundred thousand foes because they mocked the God of Israel. If you believe that the Lord slew twenty-seven thousand men in Aphek by crushing them under the walls, and uncountable by the same act in Jericho, why would you think He could let the Antonia Fortress stand? If you believe that God struck dead a million Ethiopians in a single day, for daring to attack Judah, it hardly seems possible that He would not assist at all in fighting Rome.

For the covenant says that God loves His people. That is the one known certain truth. That is the foundation of a nation and its faith. If that could be a lie, then what isn’t?

The heavens are deep-water black and the stars are like spined urchins and the olive leaves slender and silver, like minnows in Galilee shallows. And if Yeshua was doing this again he wouldn’t start from here. He might ask for this cup to pass from him entirely. But here is where he is, so what must follow is this.

Yeshua and the Twelve kneel among the serpent olive roots and go into the pain of prayer, into the supplication required to make this thing come to pass. And the first hour is an ecstasy as they pour their every strength and heart into their words. They bay fearful at the skies to bring the thing required. Needed not just by them, but by this very land.

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