
What we are reading:
Iscariot: A Novel of Judas by Tosca Lee.
I love books that bring a fresh look at scripture. This book takes us into the life of Jesus through the eyes of Judas, an eye-witness to the miracles and events.
Tosca brings in details and emotion to the stories of Jesus that tug at the heart in an authentic way. This passage describing interaction with the leper brings tears to my eyes.
I could not mistake the way his voice broke as he cupped the leper’s face. As he said again: “I am willing.”
His thumbs brushed over the boils of the leper’s cheek, over the lesions rimming his mouth like the uneven stones lining the well in the desert. It was not the touch one gives an abomination, not the perfunctory graze of the physician . . . but the caress of one moved to weeping over the sight of something beautiful. The man dropped his head down into the Nazarene’s palm, and sobbed.
“Be clean.”
Insights from Iscariot make me think in new ways about Jesus:
My master had dirtied his hands on the leper and the paralytic both. Now he dirtied them publicly with the tax collector. I began to wonder if that was the way it was, that one must dirty his hands to heal.
As we enter the world of Judas through story we begin to see ourselves as not so different from the one who betrayed Jesus.
I am the leper. The demoniac. I, who was paralyzed by fear, who was blind.
The prostitute, the dead man in the tomb.
Me, All me.
There are not always easy answers in scripture and this story of Judas has always brought up more questions for me than answers. I love that this book does not try to leave us with answers but rests in the power of a story well told.
They called him a madman. They called him a liar. But now I know him as the face of God. Who does not save us from the Romans . . .
But saves us from ourselves.
Have you read it? Please share.
Laurie and Betsy