THE HISTORICAL PARLANCE OF THE TWELVE APOSTLES OF JESUS

Previously

…I nodded, running a calloused hand over my beard. “You’re right, John. I… I still get caught up in the doing, the outward show of it. But when I see that mother holding her healed child, or that beggar walking free, I feel it. I feel Him. It’s like a warmth spreading from my chest, a certainty that we are not alone, that this is all His work, flowing through us.” But not everyone welcomed this new wave of hope. The authorities, the priests who clung to their traditions like a drowning man to driftwood, saw us as a threat. They whispered that we were sorcerers, deceivers, that we