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Blinded By the Light

The last entry from my upcoming booklet, “Our Darkness, His Light”.

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(This Beautiful Image from this site by Brian Doc Reed.)

 

BLINDED BY THE LIGHT

Acts. 8:1-3

Simon heard a noise and the door to his house burst open.  He sat upright on his pallet, his eyes still filled with sleep, as the bright sunlight gushed into the room.  A figure stood in the doorway, eclipsing the sunlight.

“Who’s there?”

The figure remained silent, silhouetted against the bright light and he stepped into the room.  Motes of dust swirled in the air, as the man stepped up to the pallet and looked down at Simon.

Simon stood slowly and squinted at the man’s face. The man was dressed in rich, royal robes with gold chains around his neck and he wore a hat with jewels on it.  His face was very severe, dark, with glistening eyes and a jet black beard. A finger covered with jeweled rings pointed in accusation and he was pushed roughly in the chest back against the stone wall of his bedroom.

“Are you Simon, the Christian?”  The man’s harsh voice echoed in the room.

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Our Darkness, His Light

Today, I want to share with you the first chapter of a short book I hope to soon release through Amazon. The booklet tells the story of people who were present the last week of Jesus’ life. It tells stories from their point of view. And, while I have taken dramatic liberty with the stories, they are based on the real events of the Passion Week. Here, in Chapter 1 we see the Triumphant Entry on “Palm Sunday” from the viewpoint of someone who, I believe, was watching Jesus from the start of His ministry.

 

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BY DARKNESS BOUND

Matthew 21:8-11

 

 

“It is dark in here.” The man’s voice was shaky with fear. Good!

Saul pushed the tiny clay lamp across his wooden table toward the man. The shadows flickered and moved across the man’s bearded face. “I prefer the darkness, Benjamin.” He whispered.

Sweat ran from beneath the cloth on Benjamin’s head and he licked his lips. “I followed the man like you asked me to.”

Saul leaned into the flickering lamp light. “And, where did he go?”

“To the temple. He met with the High Council.”

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