Joseph; or Yeshua Ha’Notzri, Jesus of Nazareth. I never heard of anyone calling him Jesus of Bethlehem.’
Rafael had never thought of that, but he wasn’t going to give Robin the pleasure of knowing it. He played it down. ‘Okay. He was Jesus of Nazareth, and not Jesus of Bethlehem. There goes business for the Church of the Nativity,’ he joked again.
‘If the church was mistaken or, more accurately, gave misleading information about the birth of Christ, don’t you think it would do the same with other events in His life?’
As a matter of fact, yes, Rafael thought. He himself was living proof that the church defended herself by hiding, eliminating, and getting around every obstacle. He wasn’t the person to ask about the Holy See’s good intentions. He, better than anyone, knew they didn’t exist.
‘Look at me, Robin. I’m the guy ready to blow your brains out. Do you think I believe in the holiness of the church?’
‘Why do you, then?’ Robin wanted to know.
That was a question Rafael avoided asking himself, but more and more frequently occurred to him. Why did he believe? Because others had believed before him? Because life carried him in that direction? Why? Because, despite all the errors and injustices, the church was still the institution that prevented the world from falling into chaos. He still believed that, and perhaps that was the only reason, the one that made him get out of bed without knowing if he would do so the next day, not knowing if he would sleep that night, if he survived, where he would be, what the next step would be, in what direction it would take him. Every day, hour, minute, and second were unknown to fate. He only thanked God for the time He gave him.
‘I believe because I want to,’ he said.
‘Whether you want to or not, you do it for mistaken reasons,’ Robin warned him.
‘And I presume you do so for all the right ones.’
‘You can believe I’m not going around deceived,’ Robin admonished, irritated.
‘So, set me straight. Why do they say He was born in Bethlehem, when he was actually born in Nazareth? Let’s begin there,’ Rafael asked, losing patience with the argument.
Robin also seemed willing to move on and began an explanation in the professorial tone of one who has always known the truth, and not some deluded version made up for gullible believers.
Jesus Christ was not born in Bethlehem or in Nazareth, but first saw the light of day somewhere in the outskirts of Jerusalem in 5 B.C., according to the Gregorian and Julian calendars. The reason for this strange date had to do with the calculation of the calendars. Agreements and disagreements about counting made it possible, according to theory, for Jesus to have been born five years before Himself, that is, the year 5 B.C. Herod the Great reigned until the year 4 B.C., and since the heir of David had to flee the insanity of that lunatic king, according to Robin, He had to have been born before the death of Herod.
‘Forget everything you know or thought you knew about Jesus,’ Robin said.
Jesus’s father was never a carpenter. Joseph had royal blood, descended from Jacob, Solomon, Abraham, and Isaac, and his son was therefore of royal lineage, too.
‘According to Matthew,’ Rafael interrupted. ‘Luke traces Him back to Adam and God.’
‘Whoever tells a story…’ Robin returned to his account. ‘Why was it necessary that Jesus be born in Bethlehem, and not in Jerusalem, or Nazareth, if you prefer to fall into this error?’ Robin asked rhetorically. ‘Because the prophet Micah foretold: And thou Bethlehem, in the land of Judah, art not the least among the princes of Judah, for out of thee shall come a governor that shall rule my people of Israel.’
Rafael recognized the words of Matthew.
‘There’s more. Let’s begin with the birth of Jesus, who was conceived’ — Robin sketched quotation marks in the air — ‘by the power of the Holy Spirit. Why? To fulfill what the Lord spoke through His prophet Isaiah: Behold a virgin will conceive and bring forth a son, and they will call him Emanuel, which means God be with us. Either Matthew had a great propensity to make things up or was a poor reader with a bad memory, because, as you very well know, Isaiah never said such a thing.
‘A young woman with child will bring forth a son,’ Rafael quoted.
Robin nodded in agreement.
‘Then Herod secretly called on the magi to set out for Bethlehem’ — more quotation marks in the air — ‘to discover the hiding place of the child, who, in the meantime, would flee to Egypt, since God appeared to Joseph in dreams and ordered him to go there and stay until he received new direction.’ Robin got up and assumed a dramatic pose: ‘As announced through the mouth of the prophet Hosea: Out of Egypt I shall call my son.’
The deceived Herod then ordered every male child under the age of two to be killed, fulfilling the prophesy of Jeremiah: A voice is heard in Ramah, a lamentation and loud cry: it is Rachel weeping for her sons and refusing consolation because they no longer are alive.
Herod died, and an angel of the Lord appeared again in Joseph’s dreams, ordering him to return to Israel. Since Arquelaus, the son of Herod the Great, was the tetrarch of Judea, Joseph decided to settle in Galilee, specifically in Nazareth, where the tetrarch was Arquelaus’s brother, Herod Antipas, fulfilling another prophesy: He will be called the Nazarene.
Here Robin stopped and sighed. He was tired from so much talking, and his mouth was dry. He sat down again heavily. ‘I don’t know what prophesy Matthew is alluding to. In the Old Testament there is no mention of a Nazarene or Nazareth. Presumably he confused the name or didn’t interpret it correctly. Probably it wasn’t Nazareth but Nazarite, like John the Baptist, someone consecrated by God — ’
‘Where are you going with all this?’ Rafael interrupted, fed up with all of it.
‘Can’t you see your hand in front of your own face?’ Robin complained. ‘You’re an idiot.’
Rafael didn’t bother to reply. He saw nothing.
‘Do you think Jesus and his family didn’t read the Bible?’ Robin asked suddenly.
‘They read the Old Testament,’ Rafael responded, remembering Jacopo’s lecture to Gavache the night before in the Church of Saint-Paul-Saint-Louis.
‘Exactly — that is, they knew all the steps they had to take to present the heir of David, the Messiah, to the world.’
No carpenter in the first century in Israel would have the resources to make a journey to Jerusalem every year to celebrate the Passover. Nor was it necessary, according to Robin’s vivid account, to consult apocryphal texts to know that Jesus’s family went every year, as was the custom of those who could afford it. Some of these journeys are described in Holy Scripture.
Jesus continued to make them as an adult with his disciples.
‘He even died during Passover, if we choose to believe this.’
‘Don’t tell me that’s not true,’ Rafael grumbled uncomfortably.
Robin got up suddenly. It was not something he could say sitting down. He was visibly upset. ‘We still don’t know.’
‘Then who does know?’ Rafael asked impatiently.
Robin looked up at the angry Italian priest, who was acting like a petulant child.
‘You don’t have any idea what’s happening, do you?’
Rafael shook his head no, as if he didn’t know and didn’t care.
‘Remember the manuscripts that mention manuscripts that mention bones?’ Robin reminded him.
‘Of course.’
‘We’re talking about the bones of Christ.’
‘What? Repeat that.’ Rafael was astonished.
‘We’re talking about the bones of Christ,’ the Englishman repeated.
It was Rafael’s turn to get up. What the hell was he talking about? He could only be joking. Rafael shivered from nervousness. Had Loyola gone to look for those bones in Jerusalem? ‘Are you kidding, Robin?’
‘I wish.’ He smiled slightly. ‘For nearly five hundred years the Society of Jesus has been guarding these relics with their lives, under constant threat, inside and outside the church.’
Rafael was not feeling well. This went against everything he’d been taught. The Gospel of Mary Magdalene mentioned the place where Jesus was buried. This discredited everything. Everything he had learned, for which he’d fought, was based on a lie? He wasn’t in shock, but he had difficulty breathing. Then there was the so-called Gospel of Jesus. What confusion.
‘Tell me, my friend, how can you hope to save the church if they don’t even tell you the truth?’ Robin
