Shrapnel was still flying through the air when they rushed Him, although He put up no fight. The atmosphere still vibrating, their physical bodies shaking, like straw before a hurricane. Residue from His spoken word pierced not only their bodies, but also their faintly flickering souls. Ears ringing, dust settling, they took Him by force.
The adrenaline-…
Keep reading with a 7-day free trial
Subscribe to Breath of Life to keep reading this post and get 7 days of free access to the full post archives.