It’s been so lonely without Aliza. I should never have let her go. I just got so caught up in the moment, and she kept indicating that I had done something, like she didn’t trust me, I just wanted to show her for betraying me like that.
One month has passed since our author began discretely leaving copies of his narrative around town for people to pick up and read. The whole city was in an uproar. The temple responded exactly as he had expected, they immediately declared the writing unclean. Religious police have been trying to go door to door to pick up copies to burn, but they haven’t been able to stifle the response.
It has been the poor mostly, those who have been the victims of retributive theology. The rich and comfortable can be happy with it, because their ruthless ways keep them rich and happy, which according to retribution means they must be pious and good people, coincidental to say the least. The poor though, they know the truth when they see it, because they are like me! They haven’t done anything wrong, but they are kicked and ridiculed for it, while the so called “righteous” take our measly earnings and land to reinforce their own holiness. It’s disgusting!
Suddenly there is loud banging on the door.
“Open up by order of the king of Jerusalem!”
Oh God! They’ve found me at last! Just stay calm, you don’t know that, they could just want more taxes.
Opening the door, he sees two members of the religious police, as well as a Pharisee. The religious police speak first,
“Sir, is your name Job?”
“What? No! My name is Samuel, I have never heard of this, ‘Job’ person.”
The two officers share a look of skepticism before stepping across the threshold.
“Sir, you are under arrest for treason against the temple.”
“What!? What are you doing! Let go of me! I haven’t done anything wrong! It’s what I’ve been trying to tell you all along.”
“Tell it to the judge, pal”
“No! Don’t you see how far we’ve strayed from God? You’re more upset about offending the temple than you are of offending God! We have to change our ways! We have to repent and renew our loving relationship with Him before it’s too late!”
“Sir, making threats isn’t helping your case.”
“Oh bother, you’ll never understand… We are all doomed…”
At least my work is out there. It will make a difference. I have friends, supporters; they’ll get it to the countryside where the city will never find it. It will last, I know it. My message will get through to future generations! It’s done. What happens to me now doesn’t matter…