ohn the Baptist had been
murdered! It was a chilling example of the powerful currents of intrigue that
swirled continuously throughout the palace. My husband, Chuza, managed the vast
personal estates of King Herod Antipas, and we had quickly learned to navigate
our dangerous environment.
Herod had initially feared John the Baptist,
regarding him as a holy man. He had paid attention to John’s teachings until
John told him it was not lawful for him to marry Herodias, Herod’s
sister-in-law, who was also his niece. Because of this he put John in prison,
though he still feared him and was unwilling to issue the order to have him
killed.
John’s admonishment to Herod also infuriated
Herodias, and she sought opportunity to force Herod to kill him. She arranged
for her daughter, Salome, to dance before Herod and all his nobles. Herod
foolishly vowed to give her anything she wanted. So Herodias instructed Salome
to ask for the head of John the Baptist on a platter. Trapped by his own rash
promise and wanting to save face before his dinner guests, Herod felt he had no
choice but to agree.
I myself had been gravely ill. I tried every
conventional remedy. Nothing worked. So I sought and found this Jesus, who
miraculously made me whole again! Forever changed by his mercy, I began to
follow him as he traveled through the cities and villages of Galilee. Chuza’s
well-paid position enabled me to help support Jesus’ ministry.
At the end of Jesus’ ministry, I helplessly
witnessed his agony on the cross. And when I later learned how Herod and his
soldiers had ridiculed Jesus prior to the crucifixion, I was even more
heartbroken, because I knew these men.
Herod had been elated when Pilate sent Jesus to
him. For months the king had wanted to see Jesus, from the first time he had
heard of him, fearing he was John the Baptist returning from the dead. Herod was
fascinated by Jesus’ supernatural powers. He knew Jesus had healed me and was
determined to witness a miracle firsthand. He eagerly asked Jesus questions, but
Jesus did not answer. Herod, not one to be ignored, became increasingly
irritated. He and his soldiers began insulting Jesus, scoffing as they draped a
brilliant, kingly robe on him, then returned him to Pilate for crucifixion.
After the cruel execution was over, Jesus was
hastily placed in a sepulcher. I went with the other women to prepare Jesus for
burial. We expected to find his mutilated body, but discovered an empty tomb
instead! Stunned and blinded by the dazzling light of two angels, we fell on our
faces, trembling. The angels asked why we sought the living among the dead. Our
fear immediately turned to rejoicing when we grasped that he was alive!
At the end, everyone, including Herod Antipas, knew
this was no ordinary man who had been crucified.
Though now over, my sojourn in the palace provided
a unique opportunity to bear testimony of the love and grace of my Lord to Herod
and his household. Even Herod’s own foster-brother and close companion, Manaen,
later became a prominent believer. •