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4/26/2022

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All Things Are Possible
Biblical Retellings Book 5
by C.A. Gray
Genre: Biblical Fiction

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Stories of the miraculous abound in the Bible: the parting of the Red Sea. David and Goliath. Daniel and the Lion’s Den. Nebuchadnezzar’s Fiery Furnace. Jonah and the Whale. Many of us learned of them on felt boards in Sunday School class, and might know them so well that we have subconsciously relegated them to the realm of myth and fairy tale. But have you ever considered what it might have been like to live through those incredible stories—without knowing how they end?
These stories and more are brought to life in All Things Are Possible, told through the eyes of the main character. As with the other books in the Biblical Retellings series, the fictionalized retelling is followed by an afterword explaining why I made the decisions I did in the story, and finally the scriptures themselves. Protagonists include prophets, prisoners, warriors, and kings, ranging from the budding nation of Israel to the glorious New Jerusalem, as seen by John the Apostle in the book of Revelation. What unites these tales is the common thread of the supernatural, depicting God’s goodness and mighty power exercised on behalf of those who trusted in Him.
That same power is still available to us today. Jesus promised that with God, all things are possible (Mark 11:27)—and He is the same, yesterday, today, and forever (Hebrews 13:8).


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​Something came over me then. I can hardly explain it, except that my nerves hummed, and my breath and tongue responded, as if suddenly imbued with power and confidence from outside of myself. I looked up to the sky, and raised my voice in a thunderous decree:
“Stop, Sun, over Gibeon; Halt, Moon, over Aijalon Valley!”
The entire battlefield also halted at my decree. Then, the ground beneath our feet began to roil, like a bubbling cauldron. Not exactly an earthquake—I had seen those before. This was somehow more coordinated—the earth moving like the tides of the sea, except as dirt and stone rather than water.
“Joshua!” cried several terrified voices around me at once. But I saw it for myself: a third astronomical body had risen in the heavens, smaller than the sun but much larger than the moon, and blood red. The breath left me, and I could not tell if I trembled, or if that was just the ground.
Horus the Red, I realized—or, at least, that was what the Egyptians called it. It was their god of war, and now I could see why. The horrible sight of it even made me shudder. Was it the cause of the stones from the sky, and the land tides?
“Baal!” cried our adversaries in terror, staring at the red monster. “He fights for our enemies!”
“Fight!” I found my voice, and used it to galvanize my men. “The Lord has granted my request! He will prolong the day until we take revenge upon our enemies!”
The sun and moon both indeed stopped. It was hard for me to estimate how much time elapsed instead after that—I was thrumming with the rush of battle, and had already gone at least twenty-four hours without sleep. It felt like another entire day passed. As the sun and moon hung motionless in the sky, only the red planet—Horus to me, apparently Baal to the Canaanites— trekked across the sky, pulling the ground beneath us in upward, rhythmic land tides. A few times, I vaguely wondered if I had hallucinated all of this in my utter exhaustion—but no, the roiling of the ground beneath us was exactly like the tide, predictable enough that both we and our enemies learned the rhythm of it and could use it to avoid being swept off our feet.
“Horus has two moons!” one of my men told me in amazement when we had a moment to glance up again at the red giant. I had noticed one right off, but sure enough, there was another one, barely visible, as if cast in shadow.
“Fear and Panic,” muttered Berel in my ear, “or so they should be named. Who else would accompany Horus into battle?”
Toward the horizon, half of the red planet faded, and then became a crescent, like our moon in its monthly cycles. When it vanished at last, toward the end of our extra day, the land tides diminished, slowly fading back into stillness by the following morning. The sun and moon appeared to resume their usual course then. It was finally sunset when the last of the Amorites fell.

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Blood Covenant Fulfilled
Biblical Retellings Book 4 

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God is a covenant making, covenant keeping God. From the dawn of prehistory, God’s dealings with mankind can be understood through the lens of covenant: a binding agreement of unending loyalty and faithfulness. His early covenants with mankind were one-sided, requiring very little from men in return. All of that changed with the birth of the nation of Israel, and her deliverance from slavery in Egypt through Moses.
The Mosaic covenant, also known throughout the Bible as “the law,” encompassed the rest of the Old Testament books through the death and resurrection of Jesus. With the perspective of hindsight, we know now that God neither expected nor intended for Israel to keep the law perfectly. Instead, He wanted them to recognize that their best human attempts would inevitably fail. What they needed was a savior who could do it for them (Romans 7:13-25): one perfect kinsman of Adam, who could redeem all mankind from the predicament of the fall, and restore God’s family to Him. This was always the goal, from the very beginning.
This second volume of the Blood Covenant duology picks up with Moses, God’s deliverance of Israel from Egypt and His institution of the law. Israel’s early interactions with God can only be understood in the context of this covenant, set against the backdrop of a heavenly war. It carries through to Jesus’ initiation of the New Covenant of His blood, and finally to the prophecy of His return through the eyes of John. Each chapter begins with a fictionalized retelling, followed by an afterword discussion of commentaries and why I made the choices I did in the stories. Finally, they include the original scriptures. Blood Covenant Fulfilled is the story of how God united both His justice and His mercy in one staggering sacrifice that changed the world for all time.



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​The Temptations of Jesus

It was time.
I had, from time to time over the last six months, lingered some distance away from the Jordan River as my cousin John baptized the hordes of Israel who came to him seeking repentance. I watched smiling, laughing, and sometimes weeping as the prodigals came home.
“The harvest is plentiful but the laborers are few,” I murmured aloud on more than one occasion, bursting with pride in my cousin. But I had never revealed my presence to him over the past six months. His fame grew, though I remained in obscurity.
Until now.
My heart hammered in my chest in a blend of excitement and anticipation as I made my way right down to the banks of the Jordan this time. John was waist deep in the river, helping a middle aged man plunge beneath the waters and come back up again, his nose plugged and eyes closed while everyone around him cheered. Grinning, John released him.
“Bear fruit worthy of repentance, friend!” John shouted after the man as he waded toward his friends, arms thrust into the air in victory and face streaming with water. John turned to see who was next, and our eyes locked. His smile froze while mine widened. Understanding struck him.
“Of course it’s you.” He was too far away and the rushing water was too loud for me to hear him, but I saw his lips form the words and his eyes fill with tears. Then he started laughing, even as the tears spilled over onto his cheeks. Answering tears pricked in my own eyes. I had always imagined this moment: how John would react when he realized that I was the Messiah.
The reality was better.
“Behold!” John bellowed to everyone around him, making a grand sweeping gesture to me with one hand as he wiped his cheeks with the other. “The Lamb of God who takes away the sin of the world! This is He of whom I said, ‘After me comes a Man who is preferred before me, for He was before me.’ I did not know Him; but that He should be revealed to Israel, therefore I came baptizing with water.”
My chest felt like it might burst with love for My cousin. I waded up to him as he spoke, positioning Myself to be baptized as the others before Me had done. His expression changed from awestruck to appalled, and he held up his hands in protest.
“I need to be baptized by You,” he protested, “and are You coming to me?”
“It should be done, for we must carry out all that God requires,” I told him.
He shook his head, but in wonder, not refusal. I knelt down, plugged My nose, and closed My eyes, as My cousin took hold of my shoulders and lowered Me below the chilly rushing waters. He lifted Me out again, and I shook My hair and beard, water streaming from My face as I wiped it away. The sky above us was cloudless that day, but even so, it seemed to part like a pair of blue curtains. Beyond it, I saw the scene Ezekiel had described: a still sapphire sea, and a throne surrounded by an emerald rainbow. The One on the throne was all flame and rainbow, more glorious than the sun.
“Father,” I whispered. It was the first time I had ever seen Him with My human eyes.
He rose to His feet, and threw something in the air. As it descended through the parted sky, I could make out the form of a gleaming white dove. It landed on My shoulder. “Holy Spirit!” I breathed, like embracing an old friend. He burned Me, but without pain, as Moses’ bush had burned without being consumed.
“This is My beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased!” My Father declared.
With that, the sky rolled back across the heavenly scene like a scroll. The dove, too, had vanished, and the burning faded—but He was upon Me still, just like He had come upon the prophets in power. I knew He would be with Me from now on, until My mission here was complete.
I turned to John, curious whether he had seen and heard what I had, or whether that had just been for Me. His awestruck expression, still turned toward the sky, told Me all I needed to know. Then he looked back at Me.
“How long have You known?” he murmured.
I smiled back at him. “As far back as I can remember.”
“And yet You never told me!” It was an accusation, but then he held up a hand and said, “No no, I understand. It was better this way. I’d have asked far too many questions, though by all rights I should have guessed.” He shook his head and added to himself, “I must have been intentionally blinded until now; it’s the most obvious thing in the world—Jesus! where are You going?”
I was wading back to the banks, and already the crowds had parted to make way for Me. I pointed up to the heavens. “The Spirit compels Me away from here just as surely as if He tugged Me by the hand. I must go.”
“Where?” John called after me. “I’ll come with You!”
“Into the wilderness, and I must go alone,” I called, giving him an apologetic glance. “You, meanwhile, still have work to do here.” I cast him one more grin, and made my way through the crowds gazing at Me with amazement on the banks, My robes streaming with water and gathering mud at the hems.

I walked out into the lonely places of Israel, as the chatter of the crowds grew distant behind Me. My clothing dried and stiffened with the sediment from the Jordan as the day progressed. Wild animals heard my footsteps and fled as I drew near. The Holy Spirit pulled me deeper and deeper into the wilderness.
Yet there was another presence here too, besides Him and Me. I felt, though I did not see him yet. His hatred pulsed all around Me, like the heat radiating from the sun. It was almost tangible.
I made camp that first night after the sun went down, and lay My head upon a flat stone for a pillow. I closed My eyes. It was then that I heard the first whispers. 

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Blood Covenant Origins
Biblical Retellings Book 3 

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One of the most common arguments against Christianity is that the God of the Old Testament seemed so drastically different than the God of the New Testament. In the Old, many claim He seemed cruel and capricious, while in the New, He suddenly became a God of love and tolerance. Yet Jesus said, “If you’ve seen Me, you’ve seen the Father” (John 14:9), and the writer of Hebrews tells us that “Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today, and forever” (Hebrews 13:8). If God hasn’t changed, how do we explain the apparent difference? The answer lies in a long-forgotten word: covenant.
Covenants play little to no role in our world today, but in ancient times they were all-important. Treaties between individuals, tribes, and kingdoms took the form of blood covenants. These were much stronger than our modern concept of a contract, which can be broken by finding clever legal loopholes or sometimes simply by a decision not to honor one’s word. By contrast, covenants were bonds broken only by death, and at times extending to the progeny of the two making the original agreement. Ancient covenants entailed unending loyalty and faithfulness, and often included the union of all assets, liabilities, and responsibilities between the parties. Most cultures had such a concept. They got the idea from God, who keeps His covenants to a thousand generations (Deuteronomy 7:9). But in order to make such treaties with mankind, God had to find a willing human participant.
This collection of biblical retellings explores the covenants between God and Adam, Noah, and Abraham, and how these covenants (or the lack of them) affected His dealings with mankind at various times. Each chapter begins with a fictionalized retelling, followed by an afterword discussion of commentaries and why I made the choices I did in the stories. Finally, they include the original scriptures. God’s ultimate goal was always love and grace for all mankind, and yet He had to balance this with justice, as well as with honoring His own original word. Blood Covenant Origins is the story of how He began the process that ultimately led to the cross.


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Excerpt from Joseph Goes from the Prison to the Palace: 

As Judah spoke, my heart swelled as if it might burst out of my chest, until at last I could stand it no more. I turned to my steward and all the curious attending servants, and shouted, “Leave! Clear out—everyone leave!” 
They scurried to do as I asked, and even Asenath gave me a significant look before she too left the room. My brothers looked stunned and terrified; Judah still groveled at my feet. 
“I am Joseph!” I burst out at last, dropping to my knees where Judah lay. “Your brother, Joseph! Is my father really still alive?”
I didn’t know what I expected at this pronouncement, but my words were met with utter silence. No one so much as moved. I remained on my knees, and said, “Come closer to me, please.” It took a moment for them to obey, but at last they shuffled forward. I presented my face for their inspection, insisting, “I am Joseph, your brother, whom you sold into Egypt. But God was behind it. God sent me here ahead of you to save lives. There has been a famine in the land now for two years; the famine will continue for five more years. God sent me on ahead to pave the way and make sure there was a remnant in the land, to save your lives. So you see, it wasn’t you who sent me here, but God. He set me in place as a father to Pharaoh, put me in charge of his personal affairs, and made me ruler of all Egypt. Hurry back to my father! Tell him, ‘Your son Joseph says: I’m master of all of Egypt. Come as fast as you can and join me here. I’ll give you a place to live in Goshen where you’ll be close to me—you, your children, your grandchildren, your flocks, your herds, and anything else you can think of. I’ll take care of you there completely. There are still five more years of famine ahead; I’ll make sure all your needs are taken care of, you and everyone connected with you—you won’t want for a thing.’” 
I could tell they were beginning to believe, and pressed them, “Look at me. You can see for yourselves, and my brother Benjamin can see for himself, that it’s me, my own mouth, telling you all this. Tell my father all about the high position I hold in Egypt, tell him everything you’ve seen here.”
Benjamin’s eyes lit up at last with a look of recognition. 
“Joseph?” he whispered, and for a flash, I saw the little boy of nine I remembered from all those years ago. He reached out a tentative hand toward my face, and that was all the incentive I needed. I reached out and embraced him, and he me, our tears intermingling as they flowed down both our cheeks. I held Benjamin this way a long time, but then I embraced all of my other brothers as well. 


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Daughters of Zion
Biblical Retellings Book 2

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Have you ever wondered what it was like for Eve to be the first woman, created as an adult but with the mind of a child? What must it have been like for Deborah to be the only female judge in Israel’s history? Ever considered how Esther felt about being chosen as queen in the ungodly kingdom of Persia—particularly when she’d have to share her husband with a harem? What must Mary and Martha have thought when their brother Lazarus had died, and it looked to them like Jesus was not coming? 
This collection of retellings from the perspectives of women in scripture explores these stories and more, including a few stories from female perspectives that also appear in Messiah: Biblical Retellings. While all of these women lived in various patriarchal cultures, and some of the most prominent women were even Gentiles, scripture shows that God cherished them all. As the Apostle Paul writes, “There is neither Jew nor Greek, slave nor free, male nor female, for you are all one in Christ Jesus” (Galatians 3:28)—and this was true for believing women under the old covenant as well, whose faith was counted to them as righteousness.
These are tales of miracles and victory: from brokenness, bitterness and envy to shalom: peace and wholeness, with nothing missing and nothing broken. For some, this meant a transition from barrenness to motherhood; for others, from widowhood to love and belonging. Still others went from bereavement to receiving their dead restored to life again. They included judges and queens, and also prostitutes and despised foreigners. God is no respecter of persons (Romans 2:11, Acts 10:25): what He does for one, He will do for all who believe in His promises.


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Eve, the Fall of Man, and the Coming Redemption

I breathed in, and I was. The air filled every part of me with life.
This was the first thing I knew. Then I opened my eyes.
The Face I beheld was like light itself, though there was also light behind Him. I had no concept of anything until that moment, but that Face was the very definition of beauty. I gazed up at Him, rapturous. His eyes were like liquid love, bursting with color, their expression infinitely gentle.
“Hello, my dear,” said my Creator.
“Hello,” I murmured back in wonder, marveling at the sound of my own voice, at the feel of it vibrating in my throat. On instinct I reached for Him, but had not fully completed the action when I stopped, distracted by the wonder of my own limbs. I held them up before my face, wiggling my fingers and watching them obey me. My Creator chuckled, and the sound thrilled me with warmth. I shivered, every nerve humming with the sensation.
“We are Elohim,” the Creator told me. “You may call me God.”
“God,” I whispered, reaching again for His face. He did not repulse me, but let me caress Him, leaning in to my palm and covering it with His own. He grinned down at me, and I reflexively grinned back.
“Come. There is someone I want you to meet,” God said. He set me on my feet, and I marveled at the feeling of the spongy, dewy ground beneath my feet. As soon as I noticed the sensations, the words for them came to me. I marveled at that too: that I knew so many things I had never learned.
I looked up at God, and though before I had thought of Him as infinitely larger than I was, I found that He was only about a head taller. He held my hand in His. He shone like the orb overhead that bathed us all in its light. I turned my attention to it next, and then to all it illuminated. There was a canopy of green above us, the foliage of thick trees. I identified the sounds around us as flowing water and chirping birds. I turned to see the cheerful river behind us. Flowers of every color, shape, and size bloomed all around us, and living creatures hummed all around them: hummingbirds, butterflies, bees. Other creatures covered in fur or feathers roamed throughout the land too, each of them unique and lovely in its own way.
“What is this place?” I asked in wonder.
“Do you like it?” He asked, but the delight in His question made it clear He knew my answer already.
“Oh, yes!”
“I have called it Eden. I made it for you, Adam.”
I turned back, excited to hear my own name. “Am I called Adam, then?”
“You were taken from Adam, your husband. I have given him the task of naming all My other creatures, so I will give him that privilege with you as well. Until then, you too are Adam.” God gestured before us, under a palm tree. “This is your Adam. He is called a man.”
A new sensation stirred in me as I beheld the creature God indicated. The man had flesh instead of fur or feathers, like I did. My eyes traced the curve of his face. His strong jaw beneath his dark beard. My mouth fell open in awe. Like all the animals, he too was beautiful, but in a completely new way. His kind of beauty allured me in a way that none of the other animals had done. As I took all of this in, he sat up, as if waking from a deep sleep.
Then he saw me. His expression went slack, and I watched, gratified, as he drank me in as I had him. Slowly, he rose to his feet and took tentative steps toward me.
Beside us, God beamed, delighting in our admiration of each other as much as we were. He said, “Adam, meet your helper. I have fashioned her from one of your ribs. I trust you prefer to have it back in this form.”
Adam’s eyes filled with tears, as he turned to God, unable to speak, the gratitude obvious in his face. Then he looked back at me, and spoke. I could tell, even though I had never heard him speak before, that his voice was hoarse with emotion.
“This is now bone of my bones and flesh of my flesh; she shall be called Woman, because she was taken out of Man.” When he got close enough, he reached for my face, in the same way that I had originally reached for God’s. I copied the motion, laying my hand on top of his when he touched my cheek.
“I will call her Eve, because she will be the mother of all the living.”
“Eve,” I repeated, trying the sound of my own name on my tongue. I liked it. I smiled at Adam and he smiled back at me. There was nothing more to say.
“I will leave you two to get acquainted,” God murmured, and took His leave. For a second the thought that He was gone alarmed me, but then Adam slid his hand from my cheek to my hand, entwining his fingers with mine. When I turned back to him, the expression on his face was so full of tenderness that I felt answering tears prick in my eyes.
“You… are… exquisite,” Adam whispered to me. The words filled me up almost the way that first breath had done. I had not known I wanted to be exquisite until my husband said it—but suddenly, it was all I wanted.
“Aren’t you going to show me around?” I teased, though I was very pleased with his admiration of me.
“I will try, but I cannot promise I will be able to walk without tripping over my own feet,” he replied in the same tone. “I’ll be too busy looking at you.” I giggled, marveling at that instinct too, and delighting at the feel of it. Somehow, I knew what laughter was. 
Adam led me through the garden by the hand, calling the animals to him by name and then showing them to me. I reached out to caress them all, from the elephant to the lion to the mouse, and they nuzzled me affectionately in return. I gestured to the lion to open his mouth for me, marveling at how sharp his teeth were. He let me poke them with the tip of my finger, patiently waiting for me to extract my hand before he went about his business. I watched as he used those sharp claws to dig up root vegetables hidden in the earth, so hard that I would not have considered them food. But the lion’s incisors tore into the vegetables with no trouble at all. 

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Messiah
Biblical Retellings Book 1 

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Have you ever wondered what it would have been like to be one of the five thousand when Jesus multiplied the fish and the loaves? Or one of his disciples when he walked on water? Or to have seen Lazarus come out of the tomb? Ever wonder what Mary thought when Gabriel told her she was pregnant by the Holy Spirit, or what the fallout was like in her personal life? Ever considered how those two disciples felt on the road to Emmaus, when they found that the man with whom they had been talking was in fact their risen Lord?

This collection of retellings from the gospels is designed to bring each of these stories and more to life in your imagination. They stick to the facts wherever the facts are known, from either the scriptures themselves or from extra-biblical commentaries. But they also add in back story when necessary, reimagining the sights, the sounds, the colors, and the emotions for the person most involved. Each retelling ends with an afterword discussion, summarizing the reasons for the choices made in the story, followed by the scriptures themselves.

Together, I hope these retellings help to paint a portrait of the Messiah.



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​Jesus Curses the Fig Tree (Jesus’ perspective)

The energy of the crowd was palpable, the dull roar of their excited chatter at a fever’s
pitch. Jesus had stopped them between Bethphage and Bethany at the Mount of Olives. His
throat was thick with emotion as he instructed Matthew and Bartholomew, “Go into the village
opposite you,” here he pointed to Bethphage, “and as soon as you have entered it you will find a
donkey and a colt tied, on which no one has sat. Loose them and bring them. And if anyone says
to you, ‘Why are you doing this?’ say, ‘The Lord has need of them,’ and immediately he will
send them here.”
The two disciples nodded and hastened to obey. Jesus waited for them now, standing
aloof from the rest of his disciples, and from the crowd.
How many of them knew that he was doing this in fulfillment of Zechariah 9:9? he
wondered. He had told his disciples over and over again that he was going to his death, but he
knew they didn’t understand what he meant. They thought it was a euphemism for something
else. Particularly now, when he was surrounded by adoring worshippers, all bubbling over with
excitement that their king was about to enter Jerusalem.
This was the culmination of his earthly ministry. The earth had been waiting for this
moment, for the King of Kings to enter the Holy City in glory, since the fall of man in the
Garden. There was almost a “charge” in the air, of the spirit converging upon the physical; the
people could do nothing but worship. Yet these same people would turn on him and cry out for
his blood in less than a week.
He felt so very alone.
Thank you, Father, he prayed silently, that You never leave me or forsake me.
Normally people crowded Jesus everywhere he went, but something about His troubled
expression today must have put them off. Many instead clustered around the
exuberant Bartimaeus, whom Jesus had healed of blindness just a few hours earlier. He and his
formerly blind friend had since cast off their beggar’s cloaks and joined his entourage. Of the
two, Bartimaeus was by far the more gregarious, and he entertained the crowds. He seemed a
born performer.
Matthew and Bartholomew returned, leading the colt and the donkey to Jesus by the
reins. The people saw this, and immediately understood that they were about to head into the city
now. They also understood the significance of the donkey: kings rode donkeys to signify a
peaceful entry. Horses were for war. They got busy, excitedly throwing their cloaks over the
animals’ backs for Jesus to sit upon. Some of the people threw their cloaks in the road, an ancient
Jewish practice for welcoming a conquering king. Others cried out, “Palm branches too!” This
was a reference to a wider cultural practice of the same, and it met with great enthusiasm. The
crowd scurried about, retrieving fallen palm branches and snapping or sawing off those that they
could reach from nearby palm trees.
Jesus meanwhile mounted the colt. It meekly accepted his weight, despite the fact that it
was unbroken. Matthew and Bartholomew raised their eyebrows and exchanged a look at this,
impressed, but said nothing. Beside the colt which Jesus rode, John led the donkey by the reins
like a groomsman. As his most empathic disciple, Jesus suspected that John sensed his mood and
lingered nearby for emotional support. He felt a rush of affection for his friend.
As Jesus began the journey, the people spread the branches they had collected on the
ground before the colt along with their cloaks, and began to shout, “Hosanna! Blessed is He who
comes in the name of the Lord! Blessed is the kingdom of our father David that comes in the
name of the Lord! Hosanna in the highest!”
From oldest to youngest, they all picked up this refrain as Jesus began his last ride into
Jerusalem. The people danced and sang, and once he’d passed over cloaks and palms, they
picked them up again and ran forward, laying them on the road before him. Jesus’ chest
constricted with conflicting emotions. The people who worshipped him now did so genuinely;
and yet, their hearts were the stony ground of his parable. They were those who would
immediately receive the word with gladness, but when tribulation or persecution arose, they
would stumble and scatter. It would come all too soon.
The commotion of Jesus’ entourage drew a crowd of onlookers from Bethany as they
descended the Mount of Olives, whispering among themselves. Jesus knew what they were
saying. Many asked who he was that drew such a response. Others, the scribes and
Pharisees who joined the onlookers, murmured amongst themselves against him. Finally, one of
them cried out, “Teacher, do you hear what these are saying? Rebuke your disciples!”
Jesus looked at the one who had shouted and replied in as steady a tone as he could
manage, “Yes, I hear. I tell you that if these should keep silent, the stones themselves would cry
out.”
The Pharisee who heard him turned to his fellows with furious grumbling. Jesus turned
away, and from his position on the slope of the Mount of Olives, he saw Jerusalem spread
out before him in the distance. The tears that he had kept at bay until then sprang unbidden to his
eyes, and spilled over his cheeks. Most of the people did not notice, but John did, and placed his
free hand on Jesus’ shoulder in comfort. Jesus cast him a quick, sad smile, and then looked back
at the city.
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C.A. Gray is a Naturopathic Medical Doctor (NMD), with a primary care practice in Tucson, Arizona. She has always been captivated by the power of a good story, fictional or otherwise, which is probably why she loves holistic medicine: a patient’s physical health is invariably intertwined with his or her life story, and she believes that the one can only be understood in context with the other. For freebies, giveaways, and new release info, sign up for her newsletter at http://eepurl.com/F3rof.
Her favorite fictional tales have always been epic battles of good versus evil, with a strong tendency towards parable. An idealist herself, she has always been convinced that these stories have something deeply true to tell us about the human condition, and that is why we love them so much… or at least that’s why she does.
She still wants to be everything when she grows up. She moonlights as a college chemistry teacher (she has a degree in biochemistry, with minors in Spanish and Creative Writing), does theater when she gets the chance, sings, plays piano, was once a personal trainer and in coffee shop management. She is blessed with exceptionally supportive family and friends, and thanks God for them every single day.


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49 Comments
Sherry
4/26/2022 04:55:49 am

I enjoyed the excerpts and really liked the covers.

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Bernie Wallace
4/26/2022 05:20:19 am

How long did it take you to write your book?

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Kari B
4/26/2022 06:42:21 am

Sounds like an amazing and inspiring series of biblical retellings.

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Marcy Meyer
4/26/2022 07:14:57 am

Sounds like a very interesting series.

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Michele Soyer
4/26/2022 07:49:32 am

Love this series!

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Bea LaRocca
4/26/2022 08:50:31 am

I have enjoyed reading the synopses and excerpts for these books, this sounds like an excellent series and I am truly looking forward to reading these stories. Thank you for sharing your bio and books' details and for offering the sale and giveaway

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Shirley Ann Speakman
4/26/2022 09:36:17 am

I enjoyed the posts about the books the series sound very unique.

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Jon Heil
4/26/2022 10:31:04 am

Hope the cup doesnt overflow

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wendy hutton
4/26/2022 12:50:53 pm

this sounds like an interesting read

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Rita Wray
4/26/2022 01:16:38 pm

The books sound great.

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Barbara Montag
4/26/2022 01:17:36 pm

I enjoyed reading the excerpt for this series.
Thank you for sharing it with us.

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Beyond Comps
4/26/2022 01:58:40 pm

Great cover!

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Wendy Jensen
4/26/2022 02:21:08 pm

The book details sound interesting.

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Victoria Alexander
4/26/2022 03:20:49 pm

Can't wait to check this one out!

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Thomas Gibson
4/26/2022 08:18:38 pm

What an exciting series in this day and age.

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bn100
4/27/2022 06:35:05 am

nice excerpts

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Susan Smith
4/27/2022 03:45:03 pm

Sounds like a great book. I like the cover.

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Terri Quick
4/27/2022 07:18:45 pm

Cool cover

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Calvin
4/27/2022 08:46:05 pm

Super interesting stuff.

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Valerie Seal
4/29/2022 03:49:26 pm

Sophisticated book cover.

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Peggy Salkill
4/29/2022 07:43:37 pm

Sounds good!

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David Hollingsworth
4/29/2022 08:50:52 pm

Happy Friday!

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kelly tupick
4/30/2022 09:54:54 am

The book sounds interesting, something i'd surely check out.

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Amy Jo
4/30/2022 10:08:29 am

The cover is really cool- would make a neat poster! Sounds like a great read as well!

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David Basile
4/30/2022 02:58:23 pm

Sounds like a good book.

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Abigail Gibson
4/30/2022 03:36:16 pm

Sounds like a amazing book!

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Kim Kern
4/30/2022 04:42:25 pm

That's quite a nice series. You must have worked extremely hard to write all those books. They sound like excellent reading.

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Ann Fantom
4/30/2022 07:43:05 pm

This sounds like an interesting book and I also like the cover.

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Cynthia C
5/1/2022 01:59:38 pm

The excerpts are interesting. Thank you for sharing them.

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Ellie Wright
5/1/2022 02:16:14 pm

Love the cover. Excerpt sounds intriguing!

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Debbie P
5/1/2022 05:19:21 pm

This sounds like an excellent series.

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Serge B
5/2/2022 06:58:26 am

I enjoyed the excerpt

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beth shepherd
5/3/2022 03:36:19 pm

This looks like a great read

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Piroska
5/4/2022 03:34:42 pm

Thanks for the great excerpt. The books sound amazing. And those covers--beautiful.

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K
5/4/2022 11:02:03 pm

Thanks so much for sharing! This looks like a really interesting read!

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Danielle Day
5/8/2022 12:45:40 pm

Sounds interesting.

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Nancy
5/15/2022 05:52:25 pm

Devilishly intriguing cover

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Karin
5/19/2022 11:17:58 am

Nice collection

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Judy Gregory
5/22/2022 09:33:55 pm

How do you "flesh out" your characters?

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Daniel M
5/25/2022 02:28:59 pm

like the cover

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Diane
5/25/2022 05:25:29 pm

Your excerpts have me hooked. Seems like you have developed your characters to help pull us into the story,

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Renata
5/25/2022 09:26:01 pm

Sounds good!

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BILL HOFF
5/25/2022 09:28:32 pm

Looking forward to reading these books

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Debbi Wellenstein
5/26/2022 07:38:10 am

I enjoyed learning about these books. Thank you for the giveaway

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Candie L
5/26/2022 02:54:39 pm

The books are very intriguing. Thank you

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Jen Reed
5/26/2022 04:58:58 pm

The book sounds nice to read and the cover art is pretty.

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jason jennings
5/26/2022 05:42:07 pm

great cover cant wait to read

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Sand
5/26/2022 10:33:33 pm

Sounds like a great book!

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Robin Abrams
5/26/2022 11:04:11 pm

This sounds like an interesting read. Love the cover

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