Cam'el

My name is Cam'el and this is my camel

As I follow the slow caravan of 

people, noisy, hot, tired, I realized these are the
type of people I despised. The ones who caused me

to be late for the farmer's
market, some actually from my church. I never

understood these gatherings. God is in
your heart, not just some man. Besides, he's 

stealing my customers- I mean,
church-goers. All of this stuck in an almost 

still sea of people just to get there
and stand in the back of the crowd, not able to 

hear a word?  I might as well see
what it's about though.  

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The Priest

s I follow the slow caravan of people, noisy, hot, tired, I realized these are the
type of people I despised. The ones who caused me to be late for the farmer's
market, some actually from my church. I never understood these gatherings. God is in
your heart, not just some man. Besides, he's stealing my customers- I mean,
church-goers. All of this stuck in an almost still sea of people just to get there
and stand in the back of the crowd, not able to hear a word?  I might as well see
what it's about though.  

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Ke'jhanor

Our story begins with a young Sadducee named Ke’jhanor. He was about the age of 

twenty-four, and he was an outgoing guy. Ke’jhanor despised the Pharisee with a passion and joined a gang called the Aaronites. They did such widely activities that ranged from priestly meetings to poker nights. Ke’jhanor followed the Hebrew Bible and rejected the Pharisee’s notion of an oral Torah. Ke’jhanor was a good Sadducee and many priests followed after him.

As a youngster, his parents taught him how evil the Pharisees were and about their teachings. Even in school, Ke’jhanor got teased and picked on by the Pharisee classmates. He would return home from school crying sometimes, and his parents would tell him one thing.” Son, you need to do what you need to do.”

Ke’jhanor: “And what would that be, dad?”

Father: “You have to kick him in the family jewels.”

Ke’jhanor accepted the fact and would try to hit the Pharisee bullies where it hurt.

Next day in school, well..let’s just say young Ke’jhanor had detention that school day. He had an even more unfair punishment, since the principal was indeed, a Pharisee.

He came back that one Wednesday afternoon ashamed and depressed. He went to see his gang fellows, you know, his fellow Aaronites. They gave him advice of how he should forgive and forget, since he is a priest. But when someone treats him like dirt again, you them where it hurts!
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Joshua the scribe

Within all the craziness that was happening, all the action and crowds, their was one man in the midst of all of them, whom no one ever noticed. He was a quiet fellow, but his writings did all the talking. He could paint a picture in your mind so vividly in your mind you couldn’t believe how amazingly descript the writings were. This fabulous writer was called Joshua the scribe. He would analyze a situation and write about it. So during this time, he would sit down and write about it. So during this time, he would sit down and write about what was being done. No one questioned him about what he was doing, they were to busy with their own lives. He would walk around with nothing more than a writing utensil and a paper. Jading down what he saw in his daily life, and for a while this story was his daily life. Because of Joshua the scribe, we have this story today, handed down threw many generations, and given to our own bibl teacher, Sr. Barker. To teach to us, and write in his blog.

THE END

Carson the Zealot

Carson was a Zealot. While going into town, he noticed a large crowd forming around a large body of water. He saw the light and the dove as many others did. Although he could not see who was being baptized at the time he later found out it was the mighty Joshua. But who could have had the great pleasure of baptizing the son of God. I would find out. I later went back to the water spot and found a long line so I waited. And waited. And waited. Until it was my turn to be baptized by the same man as the holy one. He was awaked from his thoughts when someone cut him in line. Of course I could not make of fuss about it on account of I’m a Zealot. We are a bound to not cause a rucess of resort to violence. I continued to stand in line and it was finally my turn. Finally my chance. I’d been waiting for this moment all day. I walked into the water letting my rode get wet. I walked into his hands as he introduced himself to me as John the Baptist. I was dipped into the water and at that moment I knew I was going to be saved.
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Job

There was a scribe named Job he had traveled far and wide to reach Joshua. On Job's journey he preached to the people. He told him about God and and the son Joshua. He helped people believe in something to give them hope and made many followers. Job wrote of the people he has met, the people he helped. The ones who had diseases and needed miracles he tried to help and direct them to the path of God to seek help. All who fully believed began to heal. The power of God was being transferred to Job. He went out to try and find Joshua the son of God. He wrote down the miracles he saw performed. He was in a town and heard that Joshua was going to be baptized in the river by John. He wanted to get there as quickly as possible but he saw a man alone in the dark. He could not leave him and not try to help him. He had something in him something extremely evil. He tried to help but the evil spirit inside the man would not let him help Job was powerless. He went down to the river to seek out Joshua.     There were crowds of people surrounding the river were Joshua was. He tried to get through to the crowds to get to him but he couldn't. So Job decided to yell out to him. Job kept trying and trying the finally Joshua said out to the crowd “let he who calls to me come fourth". Job went to Joshua and told him of the man with the demon inside him. Joshua said to Job "take me to him and I will free him from this demon". They went to the man and he was still in the same place. The man spoke but it was not him whom they heard the demon was the one who spoke out to them. The demon said "you may try to take me out of this man but you will not be able to I am much to powerful for any of you". Then Joshua came forth and the demon froze and began to cower in fear. Joshua went up to the man and said " I am the son of God and no demon is more powerful then my father". Joshua placed his hands on the man and he started to go into convulsions speaking a language no one knew. Then finally it stopped, the demon was released from the man. The man said to Joshua "thank you, thank you so much".
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The Zealot

              I woke up feeling wary and looked out my window. There was a group of Roman soldiers walking by. I felt a flash of anger when I saw them, just like usual. I had a strong urge to get my sword from under my bed and join with the other zealots of the city in a mad riot of attacking any Roman we could get our hands on. But the glorious vision passed, and I got on with my day.

            Walking down the street I thought about the crazy rule of the Romans. Those idolatrous pagans had no right to rule over God’s chosen people! It was so maddening. I lived every day waiting for the moment when the other zealots and I could rise up and go to war. We would fight until we had freedom! Until then, my life felt like it had no purpose.

            I stopped to retie my sandal. As I did so, a man with his wife and children drove by on camelback. Amid the noise of the street, I heard him say to his kids, “We’re going to the wilderness to be baptized…” I couldn’t figure out why those words had been so clear in my ears, or why I wanted to go with them. Before I knew what I was doing, I ran after them calling, “Please, which way are you going?”

            “We’re going to see John the Baptist,” he said slowly. He was obviously unsure of what my response to that would be.

            “Can I come with you?” I asked, still not really sure what I was doing and feeling out of character.

            The man looked extremely relieved that I wasn’t cursing him. “Sure,” he said smiling. I rented a camel from a stand that, coincidentally, was right next to where we were standing.

            I rode behind the family quietly, not wanting to disturb them. I still wasn’t sure why I was going to the wilderness to see a guy that had grown up the son of a priest but wore camel’s hair and ate locusts and honey. I also wasn’t sure why I couldn’t turn back.

            Eventually, we made it to the Jordan River. I stood on the riverbank watching people be baptized. I watched as John pushed people’s heads under the water one by one. Then, a man waded out to where the Baptist was. A look of awe crossed John’s face. He said something to the man. Then, still stunned, he baptized him. As soon as he came out of the water, something amazing happened. There was a booming voice coming out of the sky saying, “This is my beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased.”

            I wondered if I had been imagining it. Everything in my mind told me I was going crazy, that I should just turn around and go make a sacrifice at the temple for even coming down here in the first place. But my heart told me something different. I had to follow this man. Maybe there was an answer other than war. Maybe there was something bigger. I didn’t know what, but I was going to find out.
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