Professional Documents
Culture Documents
Loophole SAMPLE
Loophole SAMPLE
A Novel
JASON HOSTETLER
Prologue
EDEN
5217 B.C.
JASON HOSTETLER
seasons and even as she moved in and among the trees it went from
auburn to gold to chestnut to raven black. She let it fall down over
her shoulders and down upon her body covering her nakedness.
She doesnt see me, he said to himself and slid down the branch
and onto the soft grass below.
She walked alone, a few birds flew around her and one
landed on her shoulder. She reached up and rubbed its belly with
her finger and then, humming, she walked on towards a large
clearing in the distance.
He hissed and slithered through the grass ahead of her,
knowing where he would find her. He lay in wait, the sun warming
his skin.
When she entered the edge of the clearing she stopped and
looked first to her left and then to her right, she stopped under a
row of apple trees overlooking a vast meadow. She pulled on a
bright green apple, wrenching it free from the branch. She spun the
fruit around in her hand and then took a large bite. It was crisp and
the snap echoed across the clearing. She giggled and wiped her chin
with the back of her hand.
She took another bite, and then tossed the rest onto the
ground. A small raccoon scurried from under a bush and picked it
up. He raced to a small stream that ran through the clearing and
turned the apple over again and again under the clear, rushing
water, then disappeared under the brush.
8
LOOPHOLE
JASON HOSTETLER
LOOPHOLE
but not like anything she had seen before. The skin was translucent
and smooth, so that she could see, she thought, clear to the other
side. Suspended in the middle were small, star-shaped objects, red
and blue and green that floated about like fish in a pool. A faint
light came from the very center, almost too faint to see. I am seeing
things, she thought and then the color changed and she knew that it
was, in fact, a light, like the end of a lightning bug. Her mouth
watered.
Youve never wanted for anything before, have you? he
asked, watching her watching the fruit. She shifted anxiously from
one foot to another.
Why dont you try one, he suggested. I hear theyre
wonderful.
She blinked, as if awakening from a dream and looked at
him. Were not allowed to eat from this tree.
Youre not? That seems odd to me, he baited her.
Of any tree in the garden we may freely eat, she said, then
added softly, slowly, turning her eyes back onto the fruit, But not
this one.
And why do you think that is? he asked. Why would He
refuse you anything? He loves you so.
She looked surprised, as if she had never considered that
question, and indeed, she hadnt. Well, I dont know, she said,
hesitatingly.
11
JASON HOSTETLER
LOOPHOLE
water.
Adam, she asked, whats going to happen?
I dont know, he replied, we were hiding from Him. We
disobeyed. I think we have wounded Him deeply.
She turned back to the water. The light was close, but still
off the shore. It pulsed and shimmered, reflecting the water beneath
it. A soft wind was blowing, swirling around the cloud of light. A
voice came from the wind and light, low and powerful, like the
rushing of many waters. Why were you hiding from me? He
asked.
Adam swallowed hard. He felt his voice crack, We were
ashamed because we were naked.
Who told you that you were naked? He asked and then
before they could answer, Did you eat from the tree that I
commanded you not to eat from? His voice was calm, but still
shook the water, rippling it out into the deep and up against the
rocks that lined the shore.
Adam looked at her and hung his head. Then he answered,
This woman you put here with me--she gave me some of the fruit
from the tree, and I ate it.
The light shook and grew to twice its size before
contracting. What is this you have done?
She looked at the ground. Her toes were covered in blood.
Two flies buzzed around her ankle. She felt the sun beating on the
13
JASON HOSTETLER
back of her head. The serpent deceived me, and I ate it.
The light came close and they had to look away. They could
feel its warmth and she longed to run and jump into it, like a warm
bath during the winter, a cool pool during the heat of summer. She
took a deep breath, the smell of sweet spices, filled her nose. A
single tear formed in her eye.
She waited for Him to speak again. The sun was setting
beyond the far mountains, and when he spoke, he spoke to the
snake:
Because youve done this, youre cursed, he said, cursed
beyond all cattle and wild animals. Cursed to slink on your belly and
eat dirt all your life.
The light moved out across the water, extending, like a
column of smoke, high into the heavens. Suddenly, it burst into
flames, roaring heat poured down on them as the three stood on
the shore, the air smelled like sulfur and smoke and they started to
cough and choke. His voice bellowed from inside the pillar of fire,
Im declaring war between you and the Woman, between your
offspring and hers.
And then He whispered to him, out of the flames, Her
offspring will crush your head, youll wound his heel.
The pillar fell into the water, shooting a fountain of steam
high into the air, which disappeared into the sky forming small
white clouds. A light rose from beneath the water and settled before
14
LOOPHOLE
the man and woman. It was small now; barely the size of her hand,
but it glowed and pulsed with life.
He spoke to her, tender and tormented, Ill multiply your
pains in childbirth; youll give birth to your offspring in pain. You
will want to please your husband, but he will lord it over you.
Adam could not look at Him, but he hung his head. He
looked at his own legs and feet, covered in blood. Because you
listened to your wife and ate from the tree that I commanded you
not to eat from, the very ground is cursed because of you; getting
food from the ground
will be as painful as having children is for your wife; youll be
working in pain all your life long. The ground will sprout thorns
and weeds, youll get your food the hard way, planting and tilling
and harvesting, sweating in the fields from dawn to dusk, until you
return to that ground yourself, dead and buried; you started out as
dirt, youll end up dirt.
Adam fell to his knees and wept and she hung her head and
cried where she stood. The light moved away from the shore. The
snake slithered away and into the grass as the sun departed behind
the mountains.
They stayed by the shore until it was dark. The stars are
brighter than I remember, she thought. A wind blew across the water
and she felt her skin shiver. Adam stood slowly, first onto one foot
and then the next.
15
JASON HOSTETLER
16
1
PATMOS
45 A.D.
17
JASON HOSTETLER
testing the hold gingerly before fully placing his weight and moving
up. It was a slow process. The ground was loose with dirt and
pebbles and only thin grass for a handhold.
He had left his broadsword and cloak at the barracks and
was glad he had. I would never be able to climb with them, he thought.
And I doubt Ill meet anyone tonight. Still he felt bare and naked without
them. A soldier should never be without his weapon, or his colors.
The sweat started to form on his brow, even though the
breeze from the sea was cool and constant. His fingers were sore
and his knee throbbed.
It has to be close. I am almost to the top.
He pulled himself over a large rock and found himself
standing on a small ledge, between two boulders the size of a small
house. Between them the shadows were dark and he could not see
where they ended. He gathered a pile of dried grass, pulled a small
flint and knife from his tunic. Soon he had a small fire going,
enough to light a small torch, but not enough to alert anyone who
might be watching.
This is it. He had been on guard duty that morning,
overseeing prisoners collecting rocks for a new armory, when one
had wandered to the edge of the cliff, slipped and screamed as he
tumbled down towards the water. Eli had found him, unconscious,
his head cut and bleeding at the entrance of the cave. He had taken
a few steps inside when he saw it, a broken clay pot, and then
18
LOOPHOLE
another and another, dozens of them lining the walls. His eyes grew
wide and he wondered, Could this be the place, the cave of the apostle?
Outside he heard voices calling out from above him, he
stole another glance before returning to the wounded prisoner to
wait for the soldiers that would soon be making their way down the
hill to them.
But he could not forget the cave and the pots. And so, a
week later, he stole away, under the cover of night and found the
cave. His torch flickered as he turned sideways and pushed himself
into the opening. He could hear and feel the gravel crunch beneath
his feet. The stone was smooth and cool.
The rocks gave way and opened up wide enough for him to
turn straight and soon he could barely touch both sides with his
arms outstretched. This might be it, he thought as he felt the
temperature drop. The stars above him were gone. All he could see
now were rock and root. He took a deep breath, said a quick prayer,
and pressed on.
He walked into the hill and the cave opened up even more.
It was not a large cave, but tall enough for him to stand, and wide
enough that he could have laid down comfortably if he had wanted.
The floor was sloped downwards from back to front. He could hear
water dripping, echoing from somewhere in the dark. His eyes
slowly adjusted to the low light, but he wished he had brought a
larger torch. He moved deeper into the cave.
19
JASON HOSTETLER
LOOPHOLE
JASON HOSTETLER
heaving with grief and exhaustion. The house was empty. Eli
scanned the room: everything seemed in order, but in his spirit he
knew that something was amiss.
Shes gone, a voice said behind him.
Eli wheeled around. A small, bent woman stood in the
door, a shawl pulled up over her head. It was his aunt, Sarah.
Shes ashamed and so shes left. When she heard what your
father did, she could not bear to remain.
What did he do? Eli asked, tears again falling from his
eyes.
She did not answer, but set a small, heavy bag on the table.
This is for you. They said you could use it to buy a place to bury
your father.
He looked at her, eyes wide. Who gave this to you?
The teachers, she had said and turned and left.
Eli walked to the table and lifted the bag. The contents
clinked unmistakably. He pulled on the cord wrapped around the
top. He knew what he would find, but looked inside anyway. The
silver was dirty and dull, but still his heart leapt. Hed never seen so
much in one place.
Eli stood before the captain, tall, as tall as he could. He held
his hands straight down to his side and cleared his voice. The
captain looked up from his work.
Youre still here? I thought I told you we have no need for a
22
LOOPHOLE
traitors son.
My father was traitor, true, but not to the Romans. He was
a great man and loyal to the Emperor. He delivered your greatest
enemy to you.
And who was your father, the captain said as he looked at
him, hands folded and under his chin.
My fathers name was Judas, Judas Iscariot.
The bed was rough-hewn wood. They did not give new
recruits a mattress, especially those who were not Roman-born. He
shivered. The wind blew off the sea up a small hill and through the
barracks. He body was sore and bruised. He could feel the bruises
on his back--he had taken several sharp blows in training that
morning. He rolled onto his side and felt his shoulder ache. It is
going to be a long night, he thought.
The bunk above him shifted and a fine cloud of dust and
dirt fell onto face and into his mouth and eyes.. He closed his eyes
and could feel the grit on his mouth, working its way onto his
tongue. He wiped his mouth, his hand rough against his skin. Loud
snoring ripped through the small, cramped building, the acrid scent
of sweat on the breeze.
What a beautiful place, he remembered thinking as he and the
23
JASON HOSTETLER
others stepped from the boat onto the beach. The striking cliffs
stood majestically above the crystal blue waters. There were no
buildings other than the few barracks and officers quarters that sat
in a small cleared field just beyond the sand.
They each carried a small bag, a blanket, a short sword, an
extra tunic, a red cape--the color of the Empire--and a skin for
wine. His hair and beard had been cut short and he could feel the
sun warming his scalp. Weeks later it was red and peeling, sore from
long hours training in the hot Mediterranean sun.
He rolled onto his back again and closed his eyes and
mouth. He had no friends here. They were all outcasts. Outcasts,
whose last hope had been to join the enemy, to become
mercenaries, but less than that. He had no training. He was not
skilled in war or fighting. They will use us as fodder, he thought. Human
ammunition to throw at an enemy, to wear them down a bit before the real
army advanced to win the day. We are all expendable. They have told us as
much.
He listened to the waves crashing on the beach. Still it is
better than the alternative, living in Jerusalem, bearing the stares, the ridicule
and the embarrassment of my father. He crossed his arms against his
chest, trying not to shiver.
Eli.
He opened his eyes, the walls of the barracks were blue with
moonlight. He listened wondering if he had been dreaming. The
24
LOOPHOLE
JASON HOSTETLER
The cave was dark and his small torch provided barely
enough light for him to see beyond his outstretched hand. The light
flickered as he felt his foot crash into a large, heavy object on the
floor. He heard a crash and then a second one.
26
LOOPHOLE
JASON HOSTETLER
conquering the old enemy death, his blood, spilt for many, has given
birth to a new covenant.
Eli swallowed hard. He rubbed his eyes: a new covenant, he
thought. What could this possibly mean? A new covenant and with whom?
He continued to read:
Yah weh is just and good and never-changing. Even to his enemies he
shows justice, even to a traitor. He can never change.
Eli felt a lump form in his throat.
And when our Lord has died, the justice of God, must open a new
door.
A tear formed in the corner of his eye.
For even his enemies are shown grace, to lead any they might persuade
to eternal damnation.
Eli let the parchment roll back onto itself. He leaned his
head back onto the cool stone of the cave. He closed his eyes, then
let his head drop into his hands. Its not over after all, he thought, his
heart racing. There is still a loophole.
28