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“Just a suggestion,” Peter said to Joshua. “Don’t say the fisher-of-men thing. It’s going to be dark soon; you wont have time for the explanation if we want to make it home in time for supper.”

“Yeah,” I said, “just tell them about the miracles, the kingdom, a little about your Holy Ghost thing, but stay easy on that until they agree to join up.”

“I still don’t get the Holy Ghost thing,” said Peter.

“It’s okay, we’ll go over it tomorrow,” I said.

As we moved down the shore towards the brothers, there was a rustling in some nearby bushes and three piles of rags moved into our path.

“Have mercy on us, Rabbi,” said one of the piles.

Lepers.

I just finished reading Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ’s Childhood Friend. It’s got a absurd title and sure enough, the book is equally as absurd; I really enjoyed it though.

As you may have guessed, it’s the story of pre-messiah Jesus (Joshua) as viewed through the eyes of Biff. See, Biff was there when Joshua was only eleven, crushing lizards with rocks just so he could bring them back to life and kill them again. An angel brought Biff back from the dead so that a new Gospel could be written about the young Savior. Twisted, but not nearly as offensive as you’d think.

I couldn’t come up with anything more to say.