Thomas, Sunday 28 May

It’s been quite a relief to get a break from Jesus and his mission for a while, not that I don’t mean to do all I can to help manage his campaign.  I haven’t mentioned to anyone that I saw him on my visit to Magdala, so as far as everyone in Nazareth is concerned he’s still out there in the wilderness, doing daily battle with wild beasts and demons.  Nobody seems particularly concerned.  Most would-be prophets give up their self-imposed trials after a week or two and come back while they are still in one piece and haven’t quite died of hunger and thirst, but the odd one never shows up again.  It’s an occupational hazard.

I’m still worried about losing my job if I end up spending too much time on the mission though, and the effect that would have on Hannah and the kids.  Still, if the world really is about to end soon and it means we get reservations among the chosen people in the process, it will be worth the sacrifice.  But somehow I still can’t avoid lingering doubts that it’s really going to happen, much to my shame.

I’ve been keeping my head down at work and putting in some overtime so that I can get away to Capernaum for a day next week to see Eleazar the Exorcist at work.  It will be useful to see how he handles himself and consider whether Jesus might one day be able to do that kind of thing.  Somehow I doubt whether he’s right for it.  I think we should concentrate on developing his preaching skills, and that’s where I can best use my writing and management skills to support him.  I think I will take Dad along on Tuesday too.  He’s been getting worse recently and any sort of improvement in his condition would be welcome relief for us all.

I’m still keen on a fishing theme for the mission, especially if we’re looking to recruit fishermen as followers.   It’s something people can relate to, and the image of a netful of fish could be used to illustrate God collecting in his chosen people, unless all that flapping and gasping is a bit scary.  Sheep might be better.  Nobody could fail to be comforted by thoughts of being gathered in by a good shepherd.