John's Story (36 page)

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Then He who sat on the throne said, “Behold, I make all things new.” And He said to me,
a
“Write, for these words are true and faithful.”

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And He said to me, “It is done!
a
I am the Alpha and the Omega, the Beginning and the End. I will give of the fountain of the water of life freely to him who thirsts.
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He who overcomes shall inherit all things,
a
and I will be his God and he shall be My son.
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But the cowardly, unbelieving,
a
abominable, murderers, sexually immoral, sorcerers, idolaters, and all liars shall have their part in the lake which burns with fire and brimstone, which is the second death.”

The New Jerusalem

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Then one of the seven angels who had the seven bowls filled with the seven last plagues came to me
a
and talked with me, saying, “Come, I will show you the bride, the Lamb’s wife.”
b
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And he carried me away in the Spirit to a great and high mountain, and showed me the great city, the holy
a
Jerusalem, descending out of heaven from God,
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having the glory of God. Her light
was
like a most precious stone, like a jasper stone, clear as crystal.
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Also she had a great and high wall with twelve gates, and twelve angels at the gates, and names written on them, which are
the names
of the twelve tribes of the children of Israel:
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three gates on the east, three gates on the north, three gates on the south, and three gates on the west.

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Now the wall of the city had twelve foundations, and on them were the names
a
of the twelve apostles of the Lamb.
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And he who talked with me had a gold reed to measure the city, its gates, and its wall.
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The city is laid out as a square; its length is as great as its breadth. And he measured the city with the reed: twelve thousand furlongs. Its length, breadth, and height are equal.
¹⁷
Then he measured its wall: one hundred
and
forty-four cubits,
according
to the measure of a man, that is, of an angel.
¹⁸
The construction of its wall was
of
jasper; and the city
was
pure gold, like clear glass.
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The foundations of the wall of the city
were
adorned with all kinds of precious stones: the first foundation
was
jasper, the second sapphire, the third chalcedony, the fourth emerald,
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the fifth sardonyx, the sixth sardius, the seventh chrysolite, the eighth beryl, the ninth topaz, the tenth chrysoprase, the eleventh jacinth, and the twelfth amethyst.
²¹
The twelve gates
were
twelve pearls: each individual gate was of one pearl. And the street of the city
was
pure gold, like transparent glass.

The Glory of the New Jerusalem

²²
But I saw no temple in it, for the Lord God Almighty and the Lamb are its temple.
²³
The city had no need of the sun or of the moon to shine in it,
a
for the glory
b
of God illuminated it. The Lamb
is
its light.
²⁴
And the nations of those who are saved
a
shall walk in its light, and the kings of the earth bring their glory and honor into it.
b
²⁵
Its gates shall not be shut at all by day (there shall be no night there).
²⁶
And they shall bring the glory and the honor of the nations into it.
a
²⁷
But there shall by no means enter it anything that defiles, or causes
a
an abomination or a lie, but only those who are written in the Lamb’s Book of Life.

The River of Life

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And he showed me a pure
a
river of water of life, clear as crystal, proceeding from the throne of God and of the Lamb.
²
In the middle of its street, and on either side of the river,
was
the tree of life, which bore twelve fruits, each
tree
yielding its fruit every month. The leaves of the tree
were
for the healing of the nations.
³
And there shall be no more curse, but the throne of God and of the Lamb shall be in it, and His servants shall serve Him.
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They shall see His face, and His name
shall be
on their foreheads.
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There shall be no night there: They need no lamp nor light of the sun, for the Lord God gives them light. And they shall reign forever and ever.

The Time Is Near

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Then he said to me, “These words
are
faithful and true.” And the Lord God of the holy
a
prophets sent His angel to show His servants the things which must shortly take place.

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“Behold, I am coming quickly! Blessed
is
he who keeps the words of the prophecy of this book.”

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Now I, John, saw and heard
a
these things. And when I heard and saw, I fell down to worship before the feet of the angel who showed me these things.

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Then he said to me, “See
that you do
not
do that.
For
a
I am your fellow servant, and of your brethren the prophets, and of those who keep the words of this book. Worship God.”
¹⁰
And he said to me, “Do not seal the words of the prophecy of this book, for the time is at hand.
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He who is unjust, let him be unjust still; he who is filthy, let him be filthy still; he who is righteous, let him be righteous
a
still; he who is holy, let him be holy still.”

Jesus Testifies to the Churches

¹²
“And behold, I am coming quickly, and My reward
is
with Me, to give to every one according to his work.
¹³
I am the Alpha and the Omega,
the
Beginning and
the
End, the First and the Last.”
a

¹⁴
Blessed
are
those who do His commandments,
a
that they may have the right to the tree of life, and may enter through the gates into the city.
¹⁵
But
a
outside
are
dogs and sorcerers and sexually immoral and murderers and idolaters, and whoever loves and practices a lie.

¹⁶
“I, Jesus, have sent My angel to testify to you these things in the churches. I am the Root and the Offspring of David, the Bright and Morning Star.”

¹⁷
And the Spirit and the bride say, “Come!” And let him who hears say, “Come!” And let him who thirsts come. Whoever desires, let him take the water of life freely.

A Warning

¹⁸
For
a
I testify to everyone who hears the words of the prophecy of this book: If anyone adds to these things, God will add
b
to him the plagues that are written in this book;
¹⁹
and if anyone takes away from the words of the book of this prophecy, God shall take away
a
his part from the Book
b
of Life, from the holy city, and
from
the things which are written in this book.

I Am Coming Quickly

²⁰
He who testifies to these things says, “Surely I am coming quickly.”

Amen. Even so, come, Lord Jesus!

²¹
The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ
be
with you all.
a
Amen.

T
he ghastliest night of young John Mark’s life began with intriguing news from his mother, which portended excitement but certainly not treachery and violence.

Having finished the laborious search of the house for leaven and suffering the deep hunger pangs of the Fast of the Firstborn, the sixteen-year-old looked forward to that evening’s Passover feast, despite the fact that it would be the first without his father. He had been killed nearly a year before.

“We will enjoy our meal later,” his mother said as they sat in the first-floor great room of their expansive home just inside the walls of Jerusalem—which was teeming with like-minded pilgrims, eager to celebrate the same event. “But first we have been assigned a most important undertaking of hospitality.”

“Who will be our guests?”

“Well, they will not be here to visit. We are to serve them.”

“The servants will serve them, you mean?”

“Mark, I said what I meant. The servants will help, but it falls to us to serve them. I, by offering the dining room upstairs. You, by overseeing the servants in administering the meal.”

“Who will cook it?”

“The guests themselves.”

“I’m confused.”

“All will become clear. First you are to carry a water pitcher near the Water Gate. From there, two men will follow you—”

“Must it be a pitcher, Mother? Women carry pitchers. I’d be happy to carry water in a wineskin—”

His mother held up a hand. “Please, Mark. Listen first, question second. The Teacher gave me these instructions Himself, and so—”

“Oh! I hoped He and His friends were in town! They will be our visitors?”

“—and so we will follow His wishes to the letter. Peter and John will follow you from the gate to—”

“I love Peter! He—”

His mother stopped Mark with a look. “—from the gate to our home, where you will show them to the upper room. You will then make yourself scarce until you are needed, and you will make certain the servants are diligently attending to our friends.”

John Mark had long been intrigued by the occasional visits of Jesus and His disciples. Some had been friends of his parents. About a week after Mark’s father had been crushed under a runaway wagon near the Fish Gate, Peter arrived just to spend time with him. The sting of the sudden loss permeated the day they spent near Peter’s home in Capernaum on the northern shore of the Sea of Galilee, but seeing Peter’s fishing operation—his boat now run by others—allowed something else, finally, to occupy Mark’s mind at least briefly.

While Peter showed Mark how he skillfully manned the nets, hurling them far and wide to catch sardines and musht and biny, he regaled him with astonishing accounts of his travels with Jesus. The thick, robust Peter—who seemed the closest to Jesus, and a leader among His disciples—had left even his wife, Esther, and their young children at home to follow the Teacher. Mark and Peter had become fast friends, Mark deeply admiring the fisherman’s fierce gaze, his direct speech, and his lusty appetite for life. Although no one could ever replace his father, Mark could not imagine what might have become of him without Peter as his friend and mentor, seemingly appearing whenever he needed him most in his grief and groundlessness.

The band of men—all of them, even the Master Himself—were of lowly estate compared with Mark’s family. And yet he enjoyed hearing them talk and laugh and sing, growling out hymns and psalms. Of late, however, danger seemed to follow them. They were no longer so boisterous and happy. Where once they had followed an evening of teaching and parables with humor and teasing, now they often arrived furtively, separately, and they spoke in low tones.

Jesus’ fame had spread throughout all of Judea, with fantastic stories abounding of His healing the sick, even raising the dead. Some said He was Messiah—even Mark’s mother believed that, though Mark himself wasn’t so sure. Was it possible that a mere man he knew personally could be the One whose coming was foretold in the ancient texts Mark studied every day?

It didn’t seem likely, and yet Peter too believed this with all his heart. Often Peter’s eyes grew so bright with the tales that Mark had to wonder how much of it was true.

Mark himself wasn’t above crafting a tall tale. One of the great regrets of his young life was that of having been caught in a bald-faced lie to his mother. Once, when his cousin Joses was visiting from Cyprus, Mark had claimed the boy’s handcrafted toy as his own. When Joses told his aunt Mary, she demanded the truth from Mark, adding, “Only you will know if you’re being honest with me.”

“I know,” he said, “and I am! I made this myself.”

In less than an hour, Mark’s highly developed conscience convicted him, forcing him to confess and willingly accept his mother’s punishment. He returned the toy, of course, and endured a brief but stinging session with the rod. His mother directed Mark back to the Psalms and the laments of his hero David, who often had to plead for God’s forgiveness.

“I
CANNOT STRESS
enough how important it is to not draw attention to Peter and John,” Mark’s mother told him now. “The Teacher Himself asked that no one outside our household know that they will be here.”

“I am not to greet them?”

She shook her head. “That you are carrying a pitcher will be their sign to follow you.”

“But they know me already!”

“You are not to speak to them until you have arrived back here.”

M
ARK FELT
conspicuous filling the pitcher with water from the well not far from the Water Gate. He prayed that no one would recognize him and demand to know why he was doing the work of a woman.

At the appointed hour, Peter and John approached, Peter with a dead lamb over his shoulders, dried blood staining his garment. Mark could tell by how the men looked at each other, nodding and raising their brows, that they were surprised it was he they were to follow. Neither spoke as they followed at a distance until they came within the shadows afforded by the olive trees lining the portal of Mark’s home.

“Mary,” they said in unison when Mark’s mother appeared. She directed them to the great room, where a servant took the lamb, and Mary signaled Mark to fill a basin with water and also to pour them cups to drink. As they drank, she washed their feet with the water from the basin.

Peter said, “The Teacher asks, ‘Where is the guest room in which I may eat the Passover with My disciples?’”

Mary nodded to her son as she finished drying the men’s feet. They stepped into their sandals and followed Mark up an outer staircase to the spacious area atop the house, made airy by arched openings in the walls. The servants had already set the large dining table up there with the finest candles and dishware in the house and encircled it with reclining couches.

Not far from a grate over a fire of coals, the lamb lay on a wooden preparation table, on which were also arrayed knives, bread dough, wine, and bitter herbs. Peter whispered to a servant, “And for the charoseth?”

“Yes!” Mark said, embarrassed. “Fetch the ingredients, now!” he ordered the servant.

The man hurried off, and Peter drew Mark aside. “Son, a word,” he said. “Remember that these people are serving not only you, but also us and the Teacher. They deserve our respect.”

“But Mother had instructed them to have ready everything you need to prepare the—”

“We are all but men, John Mark. Capable of mistakes.”

“But we want everything perfect for—”

“And it will be. That is why we are here now. By the time the others arrive, all will be made ready.”

Mark felt his face redden. “Forgive me.”

Peter threw an arm around Mark’s shoulder. “Fret not. I too have had to learn to treat all the way the Master treats me. It has been a hard lesson.”

Standing so close to Peter, Mark could tell he had strapped a heavy sword and scabbard inside his tunic. “You carry a weapon?”

Peter held a finger to his lips. “One cannot be too careful.”

The servant returned with dried fruit, spices, pomegranates, nuts, dates, and a goblet of vinegar. He bowed, eyes downcast, and appeared surprised when young Mark thanked him profusely.

“Now leave us,” Peter said, “as we prepare the meal.”

A
S THE OTHER
disciples began to arrive—in pairs or small groups—the servants were pressed into assisting Mary and Mark in welcoming them, washing their feet, giving them water, and directing them upstairs. Simon, Thomas, and Philip arrived together, and several minutes later Matthew and Judas Iscariot. James—the brother of John, Andrew, the other Judas, and Bartholomew were next, and finally the other James accompanied Jesus.

Mark had long been fascinated by these men, all about twice his age, save John, who was just ten years older. Some—like Judas Iscariot and Andrew—were friendlier than others; some—like Matthew—kept to themselves. Though Mark knew Peter best, he found Judas and Andrew personable and animated. He was drawn to Jesus, as most seemed to be, and yet he felt most self-conscious when he had the Teacher’s attention. The Man seemed to study his face and truly listen to every word, somehow making Mark feel as if he had hardly anything of import to say. He also felt somehow unworthy in the Man’s presence, as if Jesus knew what kind of person Mark really was. Had his mother told Him of his propensity for deceit? For conceit? Of his impatience? His temper?

This evening, however, Mark didn’t have to worry about Jesus’ searching eyes. The Teacher and all the others seemed pensive and secretive.

For a man so revered and reviled, so appealing yet feared, Jesus certainly did not appear out of the ordinary. Yes, He carried Himself with a quiet confidence and authority, and if Mark could believe Peter’s stories, Jesus was nothing if not fearless. He was by no means the tallest of the thirteen. That honor fell to the reserved Matthew. Nor was He attractive, as were Bartholomew and John. Jesus was vigorous and strong-looking—no surprise for a man who had been a carpenter. But to have become the center of so much attention? It didn’t make sense to Mark, at least from the Man’s appearance. Listening to Him, though, was another matter. The young man relished the opportunity, after his duties had been fulfilled, to sit at the top of the stairs, just out of sight behind the door, and simply listen.

By the end of the evening, he would hear and see more than he ever dreamed—even in his worst nightmare.