The Journalist
"So Peter was kept in Prison, but the church was earnestly praying to God for him." Acts 12:5 He felt a chill go down his spine, despite the summer heat rolling around in the arid darkness. Walking briskly down the shadowy alley just made his mind fill with all sorts of horrors. The large garage type doors that opened into the alley felt like they all had monsters hidden inside. The high arched frames over the columns of the previous courtyard and the mountains way in the distance seemed to all be snickering at him with an evil smile. How did they even think they could get away with this? Why was he joining with this church that was pastored by the zealous Parsa, when he knew that real men, with real guns, with real threats were close by. He was not really a part of this movement. Why was he here? Parsa had been an interesting person to make as the centerpiece of his article, but that interview in the light and laughter of the day seemed so long ago. And...