Historical setting: 563 CE, on the Bay of Contabria (Biscay) “Please hear me out Nic. The Sadducees were once the sect of the priests of the Temple. Caiaphas was the High Priest that year. Caiaphas was a Sadducee.” “They were The Jews.” “Yes, Nic, that’s what the Roman’s called the Sadducees: ‘TheContinue reading “Post #10.11, Thursday, July 23, 2020”
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Post #10.10, Wednesday, July 22, 2020
Historical setting: 563 CE, on the Bay of Contabria I need to tell Nic my whole secret of who I am, that I was actually a witness to the killing of Jesus. He needs to understand. I’m sure if I explain it all, he will loose his irrational fear of me. “So Nic,Continue reading “Post #10.10, Wednesday, July 22, 2020”
Post #10.9, Tuesday, July 21, 2020
Historical setting: 563 CE, on the Bay of Contabria (Biscay) Nic and I are exploring our deep hurts and differences. This ship is too small for a war, and with these calming easterlies we could be face-to-face for a very long journey. I’ve asked Nic to explain why he thinks Jews have horns. AndContinue reading “Post #10.9, Tuesday, July 21, 2020”
Post #10.8, Thursday, July 16, 2020
Historical setting: 563 CE, on the Bay of Contabria (Biscay) Nic is still burning over my failure to assure everyone I’m not a Jew. If that is what is needed to make peace, it isn’t peace. But he brings all his hurt and pain begging me. Regardless of what his friends think he still wantsContinue reading “Post #10.8, Thursday, July 16, 2020”
Post #10.7, Wednesday, July 15, 2020
Historical setting: 563 C.E., on the western shore of Gaul Nic hands me his dagger before he slumps into a faint. I hoist him onto my shoulder, iron shirt and all, and I’m handed his sword and girdle from the heap at the entrance as I leave. It’s not a long heft toContinue reading “Post #10.7, Wednesday, July 15, 2020”
Post #10.6, Tuesday, July 14, 2020
Historical setting: 563 C.E., on the western shore of Gaul The pig on the spit looks familiar. Is this creature one-in-the-same as was choosing a rotted rutabaga instead of chomping into my nice and meaty man-foot just last month? [post #9.1] I think I’ll pass on the pork. Maybe it was my ancient Jewish upbringingContinue reading “Post #10.6, Tuesday, July 14, 2020”
Post #10.5, Thursday, July 9, 2020
Historical setting: 563 C.E., on the western shore of Gaul Nic has met an old friend, another who is retired from the Imperial Navy. “Hey, Brother Lazarus,” Nic calls me into the reunion. “This is Buff; he was once a rower for the fleet also!” “I just figured Old Nik was readyContinue reading “Post #10.5, Thursday, July 9, 2020”
Post #10.4, Wednesday, July 8, 2020
Historical setting: 563 C.E., on the western shore of Gaul I climb the cliff alone for a vantage point for my prayers. Dear God, Please help me as I’m trying to loosen myself from deep prejudice I once thought was a virtue. Amen. “…Perfect love casts out fear.” It serves me well inContinue reading “Post #10.4, Wednesday, July 8, 2020”
Post #10.3, Tuesday, July 7, 2020
Historical setting: 563 C.E., on the western shore of Gaul The vendor seems cautious about Nic’s helmet for trade. He’s noticing the grimy leather at the neck edge, the slight bend in the cheek plate and particularly, he frowns at the fade and wilt of the tattered plume. Nic yanks the plume from it’s fitting.Continue reading “Post #10.3, Tuesday, July 7, 2020”
Post #10.2, Thursday, July 2, 2020
Historical setting: 563 C.E., on the western shore of Gaul It’s easy to identify when it is someone else’s random hate. But when it is my own, I have so little clarity. When I see the crazies of wrath in others I simply mouth the Christian slogans, “hate is not the opposite of loveContinue reading “Post #10.2, Thursday, July 2, 2020”
Lazarus Ink 