© Copyright Arthur Hagopian 2016

The son of the carpenter

Yeshua bar Yosef, son of the gentle

carpenter of Nazareth and of his wife

Miriam, the quintessential emblem of

goodness and purity, a princess among


     “Asdvadz hokit loosavoreh, hoghuh tetev gayni koo vrat, may God illuminate your soul, and may the earth lie gently on your tomb,” I whispered the ancient prayer.      I had watched him grow in grace and wisdom, and had accompanied him on his travels, both in the land of his birth, and in the secret enclaves in the East, walking in his shadow, silent as a ghost, a faithful companion and confidant, an obedient servant.      “I will have need of you,” he had told me on that auspicious day outside the Temple in Jerusalem. I had stood under a tree, outside the precincts of the Temple for as an “odar,” a gentile, I was not permitted within its hallowed space, tending to my donkey - stallholder??As an outsider, a non-Jew, I was barred from treading on the hallowed precinct of the edifice, and was ground of the had been kneeling in a  beggar’s corner, palm outstretchedwhere a kindly priest had offered me