To Achim’s side, Yeshua walked through the door, or rather was pushed. His hands were tied behind his back. Whether it was the eery lighting of the courtyard or something else, Achim wasn’t sure, but it appeared that Yeshua’s face was black and blue.
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The moment passed as the men led Yeshua on. Achim’s mind whirled, but he followed at a discrete distance. This time Achim noticed his surroundings, making sure he knew where he was. The men led him across the city without fear or much variation in their route. A sinking feeling settled in Achim’s stomach. It was similar to when Momma became too ill to move about. He pushed the thought of Momma aside and focused on Yeshua. Soon, the temple loomed above them. The men paused in the street as if waiting for a door to open and then filed through.
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Unlike Achim, the crowd moved without fear. Their feet pounding first on the dirt-packed path, then on the cobblestone streets. Their movements echoed from the stone walls as they entered the city. The torchlight lent an eery, orange glow to people ahead of Achim and to the buildings they passed. No one moved in the homes. No one stirred to look outside to see who or what was making the racket in the streets.
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This past weekend I had the privilege of going to Writers’ Weekend at the Beach in Ocean Park, Washington. I loved being able to network with the small group of writers, learn from my first critique sessions, and have time to write. One of the activities was a first hundred word contest. I started a story that I decided to share with you all. It will be a continued story spanning throughout this week and finishing on Resurrection Sunday! I hope it will give you a fresh look at Holy Week and maybe something to share with your family as you celebrate.
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In January, I had the privilege of receiving a book as a gift. Being an author, I understood the value of that autographed paperback. So, with loving care, I picked it up and began reading. I instantly was transported to a new world–well kind of. It actually was a very probably future America where gardening and saving seeds was outlawed, where food comes in boxes and squares all ready processed called Vitees, Protein, Juices, Carbos, and Sweeties.
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Need a book to curl up with over Spring Break? Here are some books I’ve read recently that I think you’ll enjoy.
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When my sister first introduced me to drawing, I was given a charcoal pencil. Later in 2010 when I began drawing again, I picked up a regular mechanical pencil and began drawing on a sketch pad. Since then, I’ve learned a bit about the tools of the trade.
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What if heaven was like a giant family reunion with room for everyone?
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My fifth grade year, Mom would clean up supper dishes and then we’d sit down in the living room and she’d read to us Angel Unaware by Dale Evans Rogers. The memory is with me to this day of the feeling of contentment and peace sitting and listening to Mom’s voice. I’ve continued the tradition by reading after dinner with my family. Here’s what I’ve learned over the years.
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People talk about sleep deprivation, caffeine deprivation, and grandchild deprivation. When we go without art, our lives become dull and lifeless.
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