If he truly was the young man who fled naked when they seized him by his linen garment while following the one captured in the garden, do we then, perhaps, see in this a truth that fits the shy evangelist well? Does it not match well one whose face evades us, who flees when we hold him? Churches in Egypt stand in his stead, traditions flow from him like the train of his cloak, yet in the certainty of history he drops them, sheds them and flees, leaving us looking instead, through the crystal clarity of his words at the one who stood in the wilderness, who cleared the temple and drove out the spirits, who declared Himself the promised one and rose again to prove it. Look at him! If this Mark truly was the one who let down Paul yet raised up churches where great libraries fell and died when his enemies finally caught him, it seems fitting that we do not know for sure about him, dressed only in linen, and fleeing from us lest we hold onto him and hold not the Word who he stood to proclaim.