Anger, yes, but something more. When he heard the despair trickling out of hollowed hearts, when he turned to lock his gaze on theirs, it wasn’t just rage. It was fury, directed at the failing world, yes; indignation, aimed at wickedness, again…yes. But also something else. (and did he feel that too for me?) I…

The memories stick like black tar. The man stumbles desperately across the rocky soil, trying to anchor his eyes on the mountain ahead, but all he can see are the nightmares. Two years old: the first attack. His wife woke him up in a panic. She was holding their son who writhed and thrashed in…

Nathanael lay on his back, a hand extended, fingers reaching for the leaves, rerouting sun and shadows. He was dizzy with melancholy. He’d been there most of the day already, and he didn’t plan on leaving any time soon. He was sick of the tension at home, the zeal, the violence; their righteous chants reverberated…

Now, Caiaphas was one bad dude, filled to the brim with serpentine toxins. He relished his agility in matters of deceit. He delighted in the honor he amassed at the expense of those he shamed. Oh, how he loved to play the game. Sitting in the highest place, he observed the factions down below. First:…

It was. It was really, really quiet. Jesus spread his fingers wide on the dirt. Steady. He felt the muscles in his forearms tighten and adjust to the new burden; he leaned forward, relieving the pressure on his knees. He’d been praying for a couple hours. His bones creaked as he straightened out his legs,…

Reluctantly we voyaged, into the arms of chaos. The mob behind us, more desperate. The rabbi, serene. The water? We felt we had no choice. “Cast off! Row! Row!!” He bellowed above the hazy sounds of the brewing storm. Descent of rain from above. Demands to reign all around. He bade us go amidst the…