The Covenant at Sinai
The air in the desert held a memory of heat, even now, three months to the day since they had stumbled out of Egypt. It was a dry, granular heat that settled in the folds of their robes and made…
Judah’s Road
The road down to Adullam was dust and thirst and the taste of getting away. Judah, son of Jacob, walked it with a slackness in his shoulders that hadn’t been there before. The business with Joseph—that coat, those dreams, the…
The Ark and the Coming Rain
The earth had grown old under a heavy sky. It was not the age of stone or riverbed that weighed upon it, but the accretion of a deeper rot, a settling of spiritual silt in the hearts of men. Generations…
Tested Faith in the Storm
The sea was a hammered sheet of lead under a sky the colour of ashes. Elian wiped salt spray from his beard with a raw-knuckled hand, his eyes on the distant, churning line where water met cloud. The storm wasn’t…
Living the Hope of His Coming
The air in the house of Jason still carried the morning chill, a sharp contrast to the warmth of the packed room. I sat on a worn rug, my back against the cool plaster wall, listening to the shuffling of…
Tent to Temple
The afternoon light was the kind that gilded everything, turning the dust motes into drifting sparks. I sat on the back porch steps, the wood warm and grainy under my palms, and the letter from Corinth felt heavy in my…
Justus Finds Peace
The room was quiet, save for the slow, grating scrape of a stylus on wax. Justus stared at the tablet, the words he’d copied hours ago now swimming in the dimming light. *Therefore, since we have been justified by faith,…
The Ascension and the Waiting
The air on the Mount of Olives held the last warmth of the day, a dusty gold settling on the leaves of the gnarled trees. For forty days, the world had felt upside down, and even now, standing with him…
The Sabbath Feast and the Cost
The heat of the day was beginning to soften, that long, dusty gold of a Judean afternoon settling over the streets. From the house of a certain leading Pharisee, whose name is lost to us but not his intention, came…
The Anointing and the Betrayal
The smell of the ointment filled the house, a heavy scent of nard that clung to the beard and the robes and the very timbers of the roof. It was extravagant, a year’s wages broken open and poured out, and…