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The Unwelcome Visitor

This is my eighth entry from my upcoming booklet, “Our Darkness, His Light” and raised the question that changed the world, “What if a dead man could come back from the dead?”

 

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THE UNWELCOME VISITOR

Matthew 27:52-53

 

A knock at the door.  Martemeus looked up from the darkness of the room.  The knock came again, insistent, unrelenting.  Fear filled his heart and he shuddered.  Outside, the sky hung like clotted blood.  Rain cascaded from swollen clouds, and the earth trembled as if in labor.  He did not want to open the door.  He did not want to embrace the unknown.  He huddled closer to the meager light of his lamp, pulling his cloak about him against the cool, damp air.

Who was at the door?  A friend?  Unlikely.  A stranger?  Perhaps.  A foe?  Certainly.  In these times, to answer the knock at the door was folly.  It might let in death.  Rap, rap, rap.

“Martemeus, let me in.”  A faint voice.  He glanced up from his corner at the rough hewn wood of the door.  Thunder shook the walls again.  Could it be?  Impossible!  He stood shakily and crossed to the door.  His hand, shaking with fear, reached to the latch.

The door swung open on a gust of rain-filled wind and she stood there.  White linen draped her figure, hanging from her head, wet with rain.  Her face gleamed in the lamp light with moisture and she stepped into the warmth of his home.

“Martemeus.”  Her voice was soft.

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