A Strange Day at the Market

A Strange Day at the Market.                  

Jake, you will not believe what happened today. This little guy, you know the one. Prophetic, wants to change our religion. OK, he’s not the first would be oracle who has a “message”. I’ve no problem with that. Lord knows the Rabbi’s getting kind of creepy, with his “pray at our temple or God will not be happy” stuff. But this little guy, who is forever talking about peace and love? Well, he shows up at the market. Starts complaining we are desecrating the temple just by selling at the big, western wall. How long has the market been there? Who knows, maybe 100 years?

After a few minutes of screaming at us, he knocks over Abe’s clothing stand. Shmates everywhere. Abe makes a grab for the guy, But he’s fast, and already sweeping the sweets basket off Joe’s table. Now the place is in an uproar. A few of us cooler heads pin the guy down, until the Roman guards arrive and take him away, kicking and shouting.

He is going to face a big fine, and maybe some time in jail. Michael suggested we send him to live with John of the Desert. You know the one, wants to baptize everyone. Another nut job. Maybe they could set up a little desert furniture business?. I understand both are good carpenters. Meanwhile, the guy’s followers, oh yeah he’s got a happy crew, some12 troublemakers, who are staging a sit-down, trying to block the merchants from selling. It’s just a mess.

Mark my words: Nothing good is going to come from this!