A Shepherd’s Story

A Shepherd’s Story

I am the last man on earth to be telling this story – a ragged man who smells of sheep and earth and campfire. I would not tell it, except that it happened to me. An hour ago, we were in the fields, throwing sticks on the fire and trying to stay warm. An hour ago, I...
Ramah

Ramah

Every ounce of strength, every gasp of breath; she gathers it all, and with one final cry, she pushes the child into the cold world.  A man in rough clothing takes the baby in his rough hands and stares as unpracticed tears run down his face.  He rubs the child with a...
With Us

With Us

Blood oozed from my knuckles and left a smear on the board I had smashed, but my anger changed nothing.  And I’ll tell you straight off; this is no Bible story – no tidy tale about clean and perfect people.  The girl I loved, the girl I was soon to marry – her belly...
The Baptizer

The Baptizer

A clatter of boots echoes down the stone hallway, grows louder, stops.  The man handcuffed beside me jerks his head toward the door, eyes wide.  Normally, the jailer shuffles, but tonight he walks fast, and a heavier stride follows him.  This usually means that...
Be a Host

Be a Host

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