The Beggar

 He was sitting in the shadow of the Church yard: unnoticed, quiet, waiting. But what struck me was how easy it would have been for me not to notice him, not even see Him. Who is this Beggar?

“For it was about the tenth hour” (Part 1)

Have you ever wondered if the gospel writers sometimes arbitrarily insert random details in their written accounts just to see if people notice? Yea. It gets me too, especially when there isn’t (at least at first glance) a logical explanation for the chance detail randomly inserted. Like the time Jesus cured a blind man, mind you, by spitting in the man’s eyes. You’re cruising along the gospels, reading the marvelous things Jesus did – when you suddenly do a double-take and find yourself asking “like, what is that supposed to mean?”