[Wilhelm understands that Yeshua would like to think himself neither cruel nor even capricious. Wilhelm understands that Yeshua intends to be more tender than either of those things. He would rather be a balm. He'd rather be a salve for the here and now, never mind Wilhelm's brand of salvation.
So, Wilhelm can't be angry. Yeshua doesn't know, and he doesn't need to know, that to try and draw desire--or yearning--or a simple want of anything--is the cruelest endeavor Wilhelm can think to be inflicted on himself. It's kind in heart, of course. Yeshua simply and foolishly believes that Wilhelm has the capacity of wanting. Or, he believe Wilhelm has the choice of wanting. Or, to strain it through more purely: he believes Wilhelm has the privilege of wanting.
Belief is bedrock, and that was an easy thing for Wilhelm to learn. His voice has tended to the thirst of many, if only because he gave them a thing to want. A finite number of long nights over tea... Yeshua's eyes had this quiet, vivid outline of belief in them. 'Together.' The belief in that was a risk of great harm.
Well, it's good if Wilhelm can fulfill a request like this. It isn't so cruel as some other things Yeshua has wanted from him.]
Yeshua, will you come to me tonight? I have tea, and I have time, and I would like to offer both to you.
[Finite. A finite number of years. Wilhelm has offered the opposite. They wouldn't have to tick the days between them. Yeshua could know whatever he might like to know, and salvation would come simply. Wilhelm didn't ask for it. He just offered. To ask would mean he had the capacity, the choice, or the privilege of wanting.]
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[Wilhelm understands that Yeshua would like to think himself neither cruel nor even capricious. Wilhelm understands that Yeshua intends to be more tender than either of those things. He would rather be a balm. He'd rather be a salve for the here and now, never mind Wilhelm's brand of salvation.
So, Wilhelm can't be angry. Yeshua doesn't know, and he doesn't need to know, that to try and draw desire--or yearning--or a simple want of anything--is the cruelest endeavor Wilhelm can think to be inflicted on himself. It's kind in heart, of course. Yeshua simply and foolishly believes that Wilhelm has the capacity of wanting. Or, he believe Wilhelm has the choice of wanting. Or, to strain it through more purely: he believes Wilhelm has the privilege of wanting.
Belief is bedrock, and that was an easy thing for Wilhelm to learn. His voice has tended to the thirst of many, if only because he gave them a thing to want. A finite number of long nights over tea... Yeshua's eyes had this quiet, vivid outline of belief in them. 'Together.' The belief in that was a risk of great harm.
Well, it's good if Wilhelm can fulfill a request like this. It isn't so cruel as some other things Yeshua has wanted from him.]
Yeshua, will you come to me tonight? I have tea, and I have time, and I would like to offer both to you.
[Finite. A finite number of years. Wilhelm has offered the opposite. They wouldn't have to tick the days between them. Yeshua could know whatever he might like to know, and salvation would come simply. Wilhelm didn't ask for it. He just offered. To ask would mean he had the capacity, the choice, or the privilege of wanting.]