Melchizedek turns out to be Jesus after all
Once upon a time there was a city, a rather large one compared to others near by, rather attractively called Salem; how this name came about no one knows but it is steeped in the myths of history. The peaceful city was ruled, as are most cities, by some good kings, some not so good, and even several ugly ones, but all of the same extended family: usually the next king would be the first born son of the current one, perhaps a nephew every once and a while, but never farther out of the family than that. Regardless of that genealogical stuff, upon assuming the kingly throne, the new king would be given an “official” name, by habit each name included the word “zedek”; i.e., “righteousness.” For instance, one of the better of the bunch was called Adonai-zedek (“my lord is righteous”).
Sometime an incident occurred which continues to puzzle. I believe Abizedek was king at the time, but it may have been Zedekiah, it’s easy to confuse you know, all those names sound alike. Well one day—we will assume Zedekiah for sake of the story—the king was up and about early, since he planned a trip to the coast for the annual grain festival-—Ruth gone bad, if you know what I mean.
Well it wasn’t soon after Zeek left, that this guy showed up; I mean he just showed up, regal looking and all that stuff. I am your king he claimed, can’t you tell? My name is Melchizedek, just like all the others. Now we didn’t know what to do with him, but since Zeek was gone for the weekend we had fun and played along with his game. If he had showed up with a regiment or two, perhaps we would have taken him seriously but he seemed harmless enough.
It was not too long before this huge dust cloud formed on the horizon, drawing everyone to the walls—only the brave ones went out to investigate. “Abraham, Abraham” they returned shouting, and boy does he got stuff. We all run out, this Melchizedek comes along too, walking more stately than we all. And wouldn’t you know it, he steals the show; pretending to be our king he blesses good old Abe. Now here’s the amazing thing, Abe, who we have all known since forever—at least it seems that way—gives an offering to this Melchizedek, 10%, if you could believe it, of all the stuff he took from those raiding Mesopotamians (of course they had stolen most of it from the people of the valley—sin city if there ever was one).
Mel, we quickly reduce those long names to something more manageable, doesn’t keep anything—not even a new suit, but turns it all over to our temple and its priests. We had some storm damage to the temple, so the supplies will help fund the repairs. Party time to say the least, well it was more like a pot luck dinner, but while we were celebrating our new pseudo-king ups and leaves. Just like that, he left as he came, no one knew his family, where he came from, or what happened to him, weird stuff.
A few days pass and Zedekiah returns, he’s been up to something, we all know but he won’t tell. He wonders where all the money for the temple rehab project came from, but when we tell him he laughs. You got to come up with a better story than that he says, but when we can’t he doesn’t complain. He’s happy, we’re happy; all ends well when Santa Claus shows up.