#c: nazareth.

[kstarlitchaotics]

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It's even funnier cause the lion was there 🤣

[ba1duran]

live footage of me thinking about the fact that nazareth, distant and vague and otherwise emotionless nazareth who doesn’t seem interested in forming any kind of relationship with anyone, still wears the ring he was going to give malos, his partner before he became a paladin of denvyr, around his neck — and the way that he never takes it off and holds it when he goes into his trance at night, and

[milubrique]

alright all at once from the last three ask games you've posted:

Sun, Sagittarius, 3H

Spring Green, Wisteria and Glossy Grape

Tamarind, Mud, Ballet, red sour patch kid?

ahh hopefully this is okie :> and hopefully you're having a good day ^^

thanks for the ask!

sun ⇢ name 5 things you like about yourself?

5 IS WAY TOO MUCH. 1. i can be nice sometimes? i DON'T KNOW i don't enjoy these questions :') sorry

sagittarius ⇢ what places would you like to travel in the future?

italy, japan, kazakhstan, and any desert where i can scream as loud as i want

3H ⇢ what are some of the topics you like to talk about the most?

video games i play, and generally just stuff i've learned recently or like random or fun facts lol

Glossy Grape: Recommend something to your followers.

answered spring green and wisteria in my last post :) and thanks for the rest glshdjk

[enigma-the-mysterious]

@smhalltheurlsaretaken

do you guys think jesus, the son of a carpenter, smelt the wood of the cross & temporarily thought of home

[friendswithclay]

Nazareth, Palestine c.1891

[jcplana]

George C. de Lantenac - Refutación de la divinidad.

Se obvia que la divinidad usa intermediarios, libros, imágenes, para darse a conocer. Se obvia que la divinidad no es, así, inmediatamente percibida: sin ser educados, no sabríamos de ella. Como la belleza, es un concepto mediado. Y, como la belleza, en el medio se produce la divinidad. Pura contingencia, pues.  George C. de Lantenac, Ensayo sobre la Muerte de Jesús…

[vampirecorleone]

Horrorween Day 25 / 31: Needful Things (1993) dir. Fraser C. Heston "The young carpenter from Nazareth? I know him well. Promising young man. He died badly."

[notetaeker]

Everyday life in Palestine before 1948📸 Getty

a woman wearing traditional Palestinian clothing, 1925

men in Jericho sharing a meal, 1920

monk sweeping floor in Church of Nativity, Bethlehem, 1898

Jews gathering at the Wailing Wall, 1895

Romani women, Palestine, 1893

Jerusalem, 1903

Sikhs helping protect Jewish quarter in Jerusalem, c. 1900

Woman from Nazareth, 1870

Man in Dead Sea, 1920

A peace dinner with Arabs and Jews of Palestine, 1926

[whencyclopedia]

Sermon on the Mount

The Sermon on the Mount in the Gospel of Matthew (chapters 5, 6, and 7) became a foundational element of the religion of Christianity. The sermon is based on the traditions of Judaism and the Law of Moses, but with added interpretations of the teachings of Jesus of Nazareth. Matthew placed it at the beginning of Jesus' ministry, and its themes continued throughout the gospel.

Sermon on the Mount

Carl Bloch (Public Domain)

Background & Setting for Matthew

Like the other gospels, there are no internal dates in Matthew. The 2nd-century Church Fathers placed Matthew as the first gospel in the New Testament, but we know that Mark was the earliest, c. 70 CE or beyond. Matthew (c. 85 CE) and Luke (c. 95 CE) contained almost verbatim stories from Mark, so the consensus is that they had a written copy of Mark. The sermon is not in the Gospel of Mark. Scholars have concluded that Matthew and Luke had additional sources for Jesus beyond Mark, known as the "Q" source. It has not survived independently but was named "Q" for the German Quelle ("source") because German Bible scholars were the first to categorize these additional teachings. Luke had a similar version, in his Sermon on the Plain.

The provenance for Matthew is understood to be Galilee. This is derived from several factors, one of which is that the gospel ends with the resurrected Jesus telling the disciples to go to Galilee and meet him there. He then appeared and commissioned them "to make disciples of all nations", the Gentiles (Matthew 28:19).

When the Romans destroyed Jerusalem and the Temple complex in 70 CE, some Jews, which may have included some Pharisees, survived by escaping the city and establishing formalized schools for the study of their scriptures now that the sacrifices in the Temple cult were no longer possible. Some of these schools were located in Galilee and centered in the synagogues. This became the beginning of what is known as Rabbinic Judaism over the next centuries.

Throughout Matthew's gospel, the vitriol against the Jews increased. His Jesus consistently taught against doing things the way the Jews do it in their synagogues. We have an image that Christians may have literally moved out of the synagogues and established their own version, which became the early churches.

Christians claimed that Jesus was the messiah predicted by the prophets in the final days. God would then establish his kingdom on earth. But as the decades passed, the kingdom was not manifest. Early Christianity rationalized this with the concept of parousia, or second appearance. Resurrected and exalted to heaven, at a future time, Jesus would return and fulfill everything the prophets had predicted. The overall purpose of the sermon was twofold:

to state that Christians have the correct understanding of the Laws of Moses as opposed to the Jews

to teach believers how to live in the interim while awaiting the return of Jesus.

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[talonabraxas]

THE 7-RUNGED LADDER OF THE MYSTERIES

A symbol of progressive advancement from a lower to a higher sphere, which is common to Freemasonry and to many, if not all, of the Ancient Mysteries. In each, generally, as in Freemasonry, the number of steps was seven.

LADDER, BRAHMANICAL

The symbolic ladder used in the Mysteries of Brahma has seven steps, symbolic of the seven worlds of the Indian universe. The lowest is the Earth; the second, the World of Coexistence; the third, Heaven; the fourth, the Middle World, or intermediate region between the lower and the upper worlds; the fifth, the World of Births, in which souls are born again; the sixth, the Mansion of the Blessed; and the seventh, or topmost round, the Sphere of Truth, the abode of Brahma, who is himself a symbol of the sun.

LADDER, QABALISTIC

The ladder of the Qabalists consists of the ten Sephirot, or Emanations, of Deity. The steps are in an ascending series: Kingdom, Foundation, Splendor, Firmness, Beauty, Justice, Mercy, Intelligence, Wisdom, and the Crown. This ladder forms the exception to the usual number of seven steps or rounds;

LADDER, MITHRAITIC

In the Persian Mysteries of Mithras, there is a ladder of seven rounds, the passage through them being symbolical of the soul's approach to perfection. These rounds are called gates, and in allusion to them, the candidate is made to pass through seven dark and winding caverns, which process is called the ascent of the ladder of perfection. Each of these caverns is representative of a world, or a state of existence, through which the soul must pass in its progress from the first world to the last, the World of Truth. The seven steps are further symbolized by the seven planets and the seven metals. Thus, beginning at the bottom, we have Saturn represented by lead, Venus by copper, Jupiter by tin, Mercury by qiucksilver, Mars by iron, the Moon by silver, and the Sun by gold; the whole being a symbol of the sidereal progress of the sun through the universe.

LADDER OF IZADOSH

This ladder, belonging to the advanced Degrees of Freemasonry, consists of the seven following steps, beginning at the bottom: Justice, Equity, Kindliness, Good Faith, Labor, Patience, and Intelligence or Wisdom. Its supports are love of God and love of our neighbor, and their totality constitute a symbolism of the devoir or duty of Knighthood and Freemasonry, the fulfillment of which is necessary to make a Perfect Knight and Perfect Freemason.

LADDER, ROSICRUCIAN

Among the symbols of the Rosicrucians is a ladder of seven steps standing on a globe of the earth, with an open Bible, Square and Compass resting on top. Between each of the steps is one of the following letters, beginning from the bottom: I. N. R. I. F. S. C., being the initials of Iesus, Nazarenus, Rex, Iudaeorum, Fides, Spes, Caritas. These words suggesting Jesus of Nazareth, King of the Jews, Faith, Hope, Charity. But a more recondite or hidden meaning is sometimes given to the first four letters (INRI - All of Nature is Renewed by Fire).

LADDER, SCANDINAVIAN

Doctor Oliver refers the symbolic ladder used in the Gothic Mysteries to the Yggrasil, or sacred ashtree. It retains the idea of an ascent from a lower to a higher sphere, which was common to all the mystical ladder systems. At its root lies the dragon of death; at its top are the eagle and hawk, the symbols of life.

LADDER, THEOLOGICAL

The symbolic ladder of the Masonic Mysteries refers to the ladder seen by Jacob in his vision, and consists, like all symbolical ladders, of seven rounds, alluding to the four cardinal and the three theological virtues: Temperance, Fortitude, Prudence, Justice, Faith, Hope, and Charity

LADDER, JACOB'S

While sleeping one night on the bare earth and a stone for his pillow, Jacob beheld the vision of a ladder, whose foot rested on the earth and whose top reached to heaven. Angels were continually ascending and descending upon it, and promised him the blessing of a numerous and happy posterity. This ladder, so remarkable in the history of the Jewish people, finds its analogue in all the ancient initiations. It is certain that the ladder as a symbol of moral and intellectual progress existed almost universally in antiquity, presenting itself either as a succession of steps, of gates, of Degrees, or in some other modified form. The number of the steps varied; although the favorite one appears to have been seven, in reference, apparently, to the mystical character almost everywhere given to that number. - An Encyclopedia of Freemasonary and its Kindred Sciences by Albert C. Mackey MD

[elperegrinodedios]

Il film capolavoro del '73 messo in opera a teatro con musica rock inimitabile, per quanto copiata. Persino i Deep Purple suonarono l'overture. Una opera davvero colossale ancor oggi, che cambiò la vita a tanti compresa quella degli attori stessi.

Jesus Christ Superstar

Non a caso i registi che hanno trattato e messo in opera tale evento rispondono ai nomi famosi di P. P. Pasolini con il Vangelo secondo Matteo, di F. Zeffirelli con Gesù di Nazareth e poi ancora Mel Gibson con lo straordinario film la Passione.

"J. C. Superstar fu diretto da Norman Jewison".

lan ✍️

[artandthebible]

Mary Magdalen

Artist: Andrea Solari  (1460–1524)

Genre: Religious Art

Period: Renaissance

Date: c. 1524

Medium: Oil on Panel

Collection: Walters Art Museum

Mary Magdalen Description

Mary Magdalene went to anoint Christ's dead body, only to discover that he was resurrected. She is shown here transferring the ointment from a maiolica pharmacy jar to a smaller vessel.

According to Church, Mary Magdalene was a sinful woman, who upon meeting Christ repented her former ways. She was present at the Crucifixion and later went to anoint Christ's dead body, only to discover that he was resurrected. As in this painting, the Magdalene is often depicted as a great beauty with long golden hair. She is shown here transferring the ointment from a maiolica pharmacy jar to a smaller vessel. The artist has represented the Magdaene in a style influenced by the works of Leonardo da Vinci, particularly in the subtle "sfumato" technique that invisibly blends light and shade and make contours appear soft.

Mark 16:1-7 NLT

Saturday evening, when the Sabbath ended, Mary Magdalene, Mary the mother of James, and Salome went out and purchased burial spices so they could anoint Jesus’ body. Very early on Sunday morning, just at sunrise, they went to the tomb. On the way they were asking each other, “Who will roll away the stone for us from the entrance to the tomb?” But as they arrived, they looked up and saw that the stone, which was very large, had already been rolled aside. When they entered the tomb, they saw a young man clothed in a white robe sitting on the right side. The women were shocked, but the angel said, “Don’t be alarmed. You are looking for Jesus of Nazareth, who was crucified. He isn’t here! He is risen from the dead! Look, this is where they laid his body. Now go and tell his disciples, including Peter, that Jesus is going ahead of you to Galilee. You will see him there, just as he told you before he died.”

Note: The painting has been attributed alternately to Andrea Solario and Bernardino Luini, both artists influenced by the works of Leonardo da Vinci in their definition of form and use of the subtle "sfumato" ("smoky" in Italian) technique that invisibly blends light and shade to make the contours appear soft.

[ba1duran]

it’s the way that i’m pretty sure everyone thinks nazareth is crazy for constantly acting like the prince is alive. like he’s out there, living and breathing — despite the fact that everyone saw him die, despite the fact that he seemed to have been murdered in cold blood in front of everyone’s eyes.

and it’s just. nazareth, who saw the spell used against the prince as clear as day, just like everyone else. who felt cold nothing replace the warmth of one of fate’s chosen. the way that his god approached him in the early hours, and did not reprimand him, did not yank away the gift he had given him, but instead handed him something new, something to protect him. thinking about, with that, how his body had been whisked away, even though it would have been so much easier to leave it — as a lesson, as a challenge, as a declaration of war and disorder. nazareth and his paranoia and his subtle way of overthinking and his frankly terminal arrogance; something strange in the air, something strange about the circumstances, and he can’t do it, he can’t believe that the prince is dead. and he simply won’t believe it until he gets confirmation himself of the fact.

[artthatgivesmefeelings]

Bartolomé Esteban Murillo (Spanish, 1617-1682) Ecce Home, c.1660-70 Museo del Prado

“Behold the man” (in Latin, Ecce homo) – the words Pontius Pilate used to present Jesus of Nazareth to a hostile crowd ahead of his crucifixion (John 19:5).

[friendswithclay]

Nazareth, Palestine c.1891

[the-chosen-fanfiction]

Jesus | Wedding Waltz | Platonic

Dialogue prompt: “Dance with me.”

Requested: No

You don’t feel much like dancing, until the Messiah Himself offers you one as well as something different altogether.

When the wedding invitation for the son of your distant relatives Dinah and Rafi reached your household, you had been excited to go right away, unlike your father, who wasn’t keen on attending such events. Parties like these are your favourite, so you had already chosen your most beautiful tunic the day you found out Asher was getting married and had carefully selected flowers you’d braid into your hair when the day finally came. 

Weddings make you feel bubbly and happy inside, hoping that one day, you’ll be the one making vows to a future spouse. Your father is still adamant on him selecting a life-long partner for you, but he has found nobody to be eligible just yet. But who can blame the potential partners who were scared away by your father’s warning glares whenever they are around you? If anything, your father only makes it more difficult for you to find a husband because of this protectiveness, that was perhaps well-intended but turned out to be a burden instead.

The day was there and you had dressed up in your finest garment that was still deemed socially acceptable lest you outshine the bride, and you had tucked matching flowers into your (h/c) hair, which you then covered with a respectable headdress, so that a few blooms were peeking out from underneath it.

Upon arrival together with your abba, he has already drawn a scowl over his face that you don’t quite understand, but you aren’t going to let him ruin your mood. Instead, you find yourself a cup of wine and mingle with some guests before the ceremony takes place.

There are a lot of people who you don’t know, including a Man Who catches your attention almost immediately. He appears to be the Son of Mary and suddenly it clicks that it must be Jesus of Nazareth, a group of students lingering around Him at all times, men and women alike. Curiously, you try to listen in on their conversations, but it feels rude to do so, so after a while, you decide to step away and instead speak to an old couple.

After the commemoration, a few artisans tune their instruments before the party truly starts, and you’re on your third cup of wine when you sit down next to your father, whose face hasn’t changed into something more joyous.

The music makes it so that your foot taps rhythmically against the floor. Softly humming along, you let your eyes go over the crowd of people, enjoying their dancing. 

A hand on your knee stops your leg from moving and you look up, seeing your father giving you a warning glare. “Stop that,” he states, “You’re making me nervous.”

Sighing, you try to keep yourself still and can’t help but feel drawn to the party as well, although your father would never allow you to dance with strangers.

“Bah, this is the worst wedding I’ve ever been to.” your abba has a sour look on his face as he downs the final drops of his lukewarm wine and rolls his eyes in annoyance. “Get me another wine, why don’t you?”

He holds out his cup towards you and it takes you a second to realise that he is doing so, and it earns you a miffed click of his tongue. 

“Get your head out of the clouds, (Y/n). Not sure where your mind is wandering to this time.”

Without replying - for he doesn’t expect one - you take the cup and stand to follow his request. Sighing, you head over to the staff and find a woman wearing a red headscarf. On your way there, Mother Mary brushes past you. She seems to be a little agitated by something, but you cannot quite put a finger on it.

“Excuse me,” you say to the woman with the red scarf, “May I have another serving of wine?”

She turns to you and gives you an apologetic look. Embarrassed, she leans closer to you.

“I’m sorry, but we’re… We’re out.” she mutters. “We are working on a replacement, so please, if you can wait a few more minutes, we would greatly appreciate—”

“Ramah.” A man with dark hair and a colourful coat over his tunic appears behind her. He shuffles her way a little awkwardly and whispers something in her ear, at which she blinks in puzzlement. The woman named Ramah gives you a small smile and a polite bow. 

“Apologies for the inconvenience, I’ve got to go now.” She goes with her colleague and leaves you behind a bit confused, but as you turn, you come nearly chest-to-chest with nobody else than Jesus of Nazareth. You startle a bit, stepping away and looking at Him in slight shock. 

“I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to walk into You.”

Jesus smiles - how are His eyes so warm and kind? - and shrugs. “Not to worry. May I pass you by?”

“O-Of course,” you say, heading to the side so that He can pass. With a small nod of appreciation, He brushes past you, following the two servers. 

You return to your father with the empty cup and he holds out his hand already, but when you shake your head, he frowns. “What?”

“They’re working on a replacement.”

“They’re out?!” he huffs, “Unbelievable.”

He seems nearly offended that you’ve brought him such news. With a heavy heart, you take a seat next to him, longingly staring at the dance floor. People are still having a great time, but a few have already walked off, clearly noticing that something is amiss, asking for refills but not receiving them.

Plucking at a loose thread on your tunic, you sit through some time whilst your father complains about whatever ruined his mood this time. You wonder when he will decide it has been enough for the night and wants to go home. 

However, the voice of the Master of the Banquet suddenly tears through the crowd, calling for the music to stop. 

“Stop the music! Stop the music! Everyone, listen!”

The crowd falls silent and you crane your neck to see what is going on as all attention goes to the man in question. 

“I have something I would like to say. I would like to address the bridegroom and the bride's families.” 

You let your eyes go to them.

“At every wedding I've ever overseen, they serve the best wine first.And then when the people have drunk freely, much later in the feast, they serve the poorer wine, the cheap stuff.” The guests chuckle, as does your father. “Because, by then, who's going to notice, am I right?”

The Master of the Banquet pauses for a second and then turns to Dinah, the mother of the bridegroom. “But you– You've chosen now to serve the best wine I have ever tasted!” Looks of delight fall over the faces of the servers as well as the families, “Let us thank them for this unnecessary but honourable gesture!”

The crowd erupts in cheers as new cups of wine are divided. 

“May the wedding of Asher, son of Rafi and Dinah, to Sarah, daughter of Abner and Helah, be as pure and as fruitful as this wine!” Everyone raises their cups, including you, whilst the Master of the Banquet calls for a toast: “Blessed are you, Lord our God, King of the universe, Who brings forth the fruit of the vine. To Asher and Sarah!”

“To Asher and Sarah!” the people repeat, and everyone takes a long sip.

The Master had not been exaggerating. The moment the liquid hits your tongue, your eyes widen in surprise. “This is incredible!” your father breathes, “The best wine I’ve ever had!”

You give him a small smile. “I agree,” you tell him, “It’s unlike any drink I’ve ever had.”

As your father excuses himself, standing to get another serving for he had thrown back the contents in one large gulp, you let your eyes go back to the crowd again. Now way more relaxed, everyone starts to continue their festivities, gushing over how good the wine is, and you slowly nurse your cup whilst observing the dancing people.

If you could only join them…

You are just downing the final sip when a sudden shadow casts itself over you, intersecting in between you and the light source of the area. Puzzled, you take your cup down and swallow thickly, finding no one other than Jesus of Nazareth standing in front of you. 

He smiles slightly and gives you a small nod. “Shalom,” he greets, “How are you liking the wine?”

“I think it is really good. Abner and Sarah made a good call to wait until later to serve this.” 

Jesus chuckles. “Well, I couldn’t help but see you sitting over here. That man who was constantly sulking, was that your father?”

You give Him a tight-lipped smile and nod. “Mhm. He isn’t exactly fond of parties, so whenever we attend one, he always wants me to keep him company whilst the rest goes away to have fun. I mean, I don’t want him to be lonely, but… It would be fun to be able to join in on the festivities for once.” You aren’t even sure why you tell Him this, for what could He possibly do with this information? 

Jesus lets out a small hum and looks over His shoulder at his students, a few of whom wave Him over to come closer. 

“Hm, your father doesn’t seem to be here right now.” Jesus says with a playful tone in His voice. “What would you say if you went with Me to my followers and enjoyed the party? Dance with Me. Just for a while. You deserve to savour this happy event, too.” 

A bit abashed, you look into the crowd to see if your father is on his way yet. 

“I can introduce you to my students, I’m sure that they will like you.”

You clear your throat and stand up, still a little confused. 

“Why? I-I mean, why are You asking me?”

Letting out an amused sound, Jesus puts a hand on your shoulder. “Because I know you.” 

You frown slightly. “You know me?”

Humming in agreement, Jesus nods towards His followers. “Shall we go?”

“Wait,” you protest, “How do You know me? I cannot recall having met You face to face before.”

“Perhaps you should speak to my followers first to see what they think of Me before I reveal these things to you, (Y/n).” 

You can’t remember ever telling Him your name, but you’re already stunned enough to not question it. 

“But I will tell you something else that I know, but only if we dance.” 

He gestures into the mass of people and you cannot fight the smile that grows there. A few of Jesus' followers immediately head your way curiously. 

“Who is this?” a woman with dark hair asks, “Is she joining us?”

“A new student?” queries another disciple. 

Jesus puts His hands on the shoulders of two students who stand at both His sides, and He squeezes them gently. “My friends, enough with the questions for now. I haven’t asked her anything yet. Her name is (Y/n), that is what I can tell you, and you should wait for a while so that I can take some time to properly introduce her, hm?”

Shaking your head in puzzlement, you aren’t sure what to think. Whilst the music drifts through the air, you shuffle around as your body attempts to move with the sound, and upon noticing it, a few of Jesus’ followers decide it is indeed time to dance and be joyful about the wedding. 

Betwixt a tall guy and a man with dark curls, you join the circle of friends as they begin to swing to the rhythm. With a grin spreading over your face, it feels as if you’ve been with this group of people for way longer than a few minutes. The songs follow one another as you laugh and dance and cheer, learning the names of a few of Jesus’ followers: Mary, Andrew, there are even two men called James.

Your father returns to find the bench he had been sitting on empty, only to notice you in the crowd. At first, he lets out a grumpy huff, but after a few moments, he smiles slightly. 

Seeing you so carefree, happily moving around to the tune, makes him briefly reflect on his attitude towards you. For a second, he is inclined to walk into the group and drag you out, but he decides against it. Perhaps it is the wine that has him give in, but he allows it for now.

You can’t remember having so much fun before, and after a long while of dancing, you find Jesus’ gaze, and He smiles kindly at you. 

“May I speak to you for a moment, (Y/n)?”

“Of course,” you say, still laughing about a joke Simon was telling you, and you give them a nod as a greeting before following Jesus to a more secluded area. 

He turns to you and gives you a friendly grin. “I meant to talk to you about your situation.”

“My situation?” You’re almost offended.

“Your father,” Jesus states. “You’re unhappy.”

You sigh and cast down your eyes, embarrassed. “He-He is kind to me, pays for food and housing, and—”

“And yet.” Jesus interrupts. You let out a shivering breath and swallow thickly. “You feel like you’re trapped with him until you have a husband.” 

It is as if He sees straight through you.

“Can I… Can I come with You?” your voice wavers. “I mean not to become your wife or anything! Just… Like your students!” 

Chuckling, Jesus nods. “I figured that you meant that, (Y/n). And if you want to come with us, you must know that we travel far, but you’re more than welcome. But first, I think you should talk to someone about it.” 

He looks at something – or rather someone – behind you, and you pivot to face your father, who is watching you with tears in his eyes.

“Why have you never mentioned this to me before?” he queries, but there is no accusing edge to his tone. You take a deep breath, shaking your head as you feel your eyes grow wet. 

“Abba, how could I, if all I ever say is shut down by you? I mean no disrespect, but I cannot even tap my foot because it makes you nervous! Your constant presence scares off all potential spouses. If things remain this way, how will I ever find a purpose in life outside of taking care of you?”

Your father steps forward. “All I want is to protect you. It’s a dangerous world out there, (Y/n)! You know nothing about it.”

“Because you aren’t letting me get familiar with it!” you counter. “Please, abba, can I go with them? He is a Teacher and has a few followers who are also at this party– The people I was just dancing with!”

Your father looks at Jesus with narrowed eyes, a thoughtful look over his features. 

“What do You have to teach her?”

Jesus hums. “Many things.”

“For how long will she be away? A few days? A few weeks?”

Slowly shaking His head, Jesus shrugs. “That I cannot say. We will go wherever the road leads us, and… Well, perhaps that some time apart will strengthen your relationship. It’s not healthy to constantly remain together all the time, especially with (Y/n) being an adult already. And, who knows, I’ve got a few bachelors amongst My followers…” 

He is teasing, you know, but you fluster nevertheless.

Your father lightly chuckles, clearly more at ease, and bites his lip whilst he observes you for a few long moments. “Well, there is something about Him that makes me think that you’ll be fine. When are You leaving, Rabbi?”

Jesus smiles. “We can wait a day or so. Is that enough for you to get a clean tunic to bring with you?”

You eagerly nod, your heart skipping a beat. “Thank you, abba! And thank you for the opportunity, Teacher. I will not disappoint You.”

Lightly laughing, Jesus lets out a small noise. “Ah, don’t you worry about that. All I require is your heart, not your knowledge.”

Taking a deep breath, you grin widely. “Well, time for me to get that tunic, I suppose!”

Your father puts a hand on your arm and halts you in your tracks. 

“Not so fast,” he says, “First, a dance?”

You look at his outstretched hand, then look at Jesus, Who gives you a gentle look, and then take it, heading over into the crowd again to introduce your father to your new friends, who you will get more familiar with in this new opportunity that lies ahead.