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The God-Talk Club Faces the End
“So I guess I won’t be seeing you any more after tonight,” said Bob Norman, looking at Jerry.
“And why would you say that?” asked Jerry, though his expression and tone indicated he wasn’t surprised.
“May 21,” said Mac.
“I expect May 21 will pass as many other May 21s have passed before,” said Jerry.
“You didn’t expect to find anyone here that believes that nonsense, did you?” asked Mandy.
Ellen chuckled. “Not likely,” she said.
“So how am I supposed to tell the difference between one nut and another?” asked Bob, grinning to take away the sting. “Seriously, Jerry here believes any number of things I find irrational. He already knows that.” Jerry nodded. “In fact, you believe the rapture will happen soon, don’t you?”
“Actually,” said Jerry, “I don’t believe in the rapture. I believe in a single second coming at a time nobody can predict. We are to live as though it might happen tomorrow, but we don’t know when it will happen.”
“That’s weird,” said Bob. “I thought all Christians believed in the rapture. Do you believe Jesus might come back in your lifetime?”
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between these characters and anyone in the real world is totally coincidental. Copyright © 2011, Henry E. Neufeld
“As I said, I don’t know. I’m not supposed to know.”
“What about the rest of you? Do you believe in the rapture?” asked Bob.
Ellen shook her head.
Mandy said “Not me.”
Mac said, “I don’t count.”
Mark said, “I’m not sure.”
“You’re never sure,” put in Jerry.
“I guess I’m the odd woman out, then,” said Justine.
“So doesn’t it bother you that you’re the only one who believes that Jesus is coming back to take you off to heaven?” asked Bob.
“No, and I think you’re missing something. Nobody said Jesus wasn’t coming back. We just disagree on the details and how last day events fit together. I believe in the rapture. I’m premillenial. Jerry, I’d guess, is amillenial. It doesn’t matter to me, as long as we believe Jesus is coming back.”
“So if you don’t believe in the rapture, what does it mean that Jesus is coming back?” asked Bob.
“If you’re going to call them nuts, you really should get your varieties straight,” said Mac. “And believe me, I think this end of the world stuff is nuts in almost any form. But there are Christians who believe in a second coming where everything is open and public, and everything ends at once. There are other Christians who believe that all the ‘saved’ people will be taken to heaven and others will be left behind for the tribulation time.”
“How do you keep this stuff straight?” asked Bob, but everyone could tell it was rhetorical.
“On the other hand there are Christians who believe that God’s kingdom simply wins and takes over in the end, like leaven working its way through dough.” Mandy could always be counted on to provide the unexpected answer.
“I like that one,” said Mark.
“But do you think it’s true?” asked Jerry.
“I really don’t know,” said Mark.
“It’s pretty complicated, as a result of the number of different Bible books that talk about it in inconsistent ways,” said Mandy.
“I wouldn’t call it inconsistent,” said Jerry. “You just have to understand what applied to what time. Most of the prophecies applied to the immediate time frame, and then give a quick look at the final consummation right at the end.”
“It looks pretty inconsistent to me,” said Mark.
“I still believe in the rapture. I used to think it was obvious, but after taking a class in eschatology here at the seminary, I discovered other ways to understand the texts. So I understand why people believe different things. It’s not clear, so differences of opinion are inevitable.”
“But isn’t this something you should get clear?” asked Bob.
“Why?” asked Mandy.
“Well, it seems important! It’s the end of the world, after all!”
“But what can I do about it?”
“Well, you could get ready, I suppose.”
“But that’s precisely what she’s supposed to be doing anyhow,” interrupted Jerry.
“Exactly,” said Mandy.
“In fact, if she didn’t, that would put her sincerity in question,” said Mark.
“So you have to get it right and be sincere about it?” asked Bob.
“You have to be real,” said Jerry.
“If you don’t mean it, what good is it?” asked Mandy.
“So let me get this straight,” said Mac. “I thought Christians were saved by faith. You’re telling me you have to do things?”
“I’d think ‘actual faith’ would be a good term. If you say ‘I believe’ and you’re lying, it’s not much good.” Mandy looked at Jerry.
“For once I pretty much agree, though I’d expand it a bit. The reformation saying was ‘saved by faith alone, but not by a faith that is alone.’ That suggests the faith must be real and that real faith results in real actions.”
“So if you don’t do good deeds, you won’t be saved,” said Bob.
“There will be good fruit in your life, yes,” said Jerry.
“So you earn your way into heaven by doing those good deeds.”
“No, you do good deeds because God has saved you.”
“This is another one I don’t understand. Do you all agree on this?” asked Bob.
Everyone nodded. “I think we might disagree on a few terms, but in general, we’d all agree with that,” said Justine.
“So the idea is that you’re supposed to live as though Jesus might come and put an end to it all at any moment,” said Bob.
“Precisely. Because Jesus is already here with us in any case,” said Jerry.
“So why do various groups, like Adventists, make predictions about the end times at all? It just makes you look silly,” said Bob.
“Well, Adventists are a small group. Most Christians don’t make such predictions,” said Jerry.
“Adventists only made the one prediction–well, really two–back in the mid 19th century. Now they don’t do that any more,” said Mandy.
“But they still harp on this ‘soon’ thing in terms of thinking it will happen in their lifetimes or within just a few years,” said Jerry.
“But so do many other groups of Christians,” said Mandy.
“And that’s what I don’t get,” said Bob. “I realize it’s easy to beat up on this Camping guy for giving such a precise prediction that will certainly turn out to be false. But other haven’t there been other dates?”
“Some people thought Jesus would return by 1988 because Israel was restored as a nation in 1948, and they thought it must happen in a generation after that, you know, ‘this generation will not pass till all these things are fulfilled.’ I can’t remember precisely where that’s from.” It was the most Mark had added to the discussion for several sessions.
“And that’s what seems crazy to me. Constantly going back to your holy book for a new timeline when all the timelines have failed before,” said Bob.
“Which,” said Jerry, “Is why I don’t believe we should do anything of the sort. And the passage in question is part of what Jesus said about the last days in Matthew 24, Mark 13, and Luke 21. You quoted Matthew 24:34. That’s also where it says nobody knows the day or the hour (verse 36), but the 1988 folks thought they avoided that by saying that they weren’t giving a day and an hour, but only a year, and that as a deadline, not a specific year.”
“Sounds like weasel-wording to me,” said Bob. “It seems like a pretty clear way to say you won’t know when.”
“I agree,” said Jerry.
“Mark it on your calendar folks,” said Ellen. “Bob and Jerry agree!”
“I think it’s interesting that there’s all this hype about May 21, and here in a group like this I don’t find anyone that believes it,” said Bob.
“I doubt you’d find anyone in any of the churches we attend. It’s a media circus. There are very few people who actually believe it.” Jerry didn’t even bother looking around the group, he was so sure of their agreement.
“Absolutely,” said Mandy.
“A couple folks in my church were disturbed enough to ask me, but as soon as I quoted a couple of the texts we’ve used here, they understood,” said Justine.
“Well,” said Mac, “I’m going to have to be the first to leave today. I, for one, think we can continue the discussion next week!”
“Yes,” said Bob. “Since you’re all going to be here after all, I’d like to know what you think about hell. Will God really fry sinners for all eternity, just for being wrong?”
“I wouldn’t put it that way,” said Jerry. But the group was breaking up.
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Dying for a Bad Man
Image via Wikipedia “OK, Grandpa, why the h … heck are we here again?” The words were polite enough as the 17-year-old addressed his grandfather. The tone wasn’t.
“Because you enjoy driving other people around in your car, and I’m paying for your gas.” The grandfather’s words were equally sharp and direct. It was how their relationship worked, much to the embarrassment of the boy’s parents.
“OK, first point goes to you. But you know what I mean. I’d take you anywhere in the city and you know it. You could be looking out over the ocean. You could be in the park with green grass and trees. But you’re here in this run-down alley, messing around with those–what are they?–wanna-be roses?”
“I am.”
“But why?”
“I like it here. I feel peace here. I feel life here.”
“But why?”
“What’s gotten into you today? You’d usually be in your car with the stereo turned up. Why do you care?”
“It just seems strange. Every month or so you have me bring you here and you tend those roses. Why nobody has just dug them up, I don’t know. It’s just weird.”
“You see that cross there, painted on the wall?”
“Yeah.”
“What does it say?”
“It says some dude died here, 40 years ago.”
“Thanks for the translation. Frank Baczkowski was my partner. He died right there.” He pointed to the middle of the alley.
“You’re coming to the place where your partner died? Forty years ago?”
“Yes.”
“You feel peace?”
“Yes.”
“Life?”
“Yes.”
“Grandpa, we need to get you checked out. You’re going senile.”
He chuckled. “There are worse things than dying.”
“So he was a cop, right? Was he shot?”
“Yes. He stepped out into the path of a bullet …”
“Stupid!”
“… to stop one man from shooting another.”
“Oh. Was that you?”
“No. I was right over there.” He pointed further down the alley. “There were some garbage cans between me and the shooter.”
“But this Frank whatever dude, he saved someone’s life.”
“Yes.” The old man went on tending the rose bushes.
“Was it someone important?”
“No, I suppose not.”
“Was he a good person?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“He ended up spending the rest of his life in jail.”
“Sounds awful. I wouldn’t want to be here.”
“True.”
“OK. I can tell you’re in a mood. When you’re happy, you’re sarcastic. When you’re pissed at me, you go all quiet.”
“Do you really want to know what happened?”
“Yes. Yes, I think I do.”
“It’s fairly simple. Frank and I were partners. We were in the alley checking something out. I don’t even remember what it was. There was junk and garbage cans all over the place. Suddenly a man jumps out further down the alley and starts running, and another just appears in that end and starts shooting at him. Frank says to me, ‘I’ll distract him, you shoot him.’ I say ‘OK.’ So how does Frank distract him? He steps into the middle of the alley and he stops the next bullet. He yelled at the shooter, I assume to identify himself as a cop and to tell him to stop, but the bullet hit him before he got very far. Then I shot the bad guy. It turned out later they were rival criminals having a dispute.”
He paused for a few moments. “There was a lot of debate about what Frank did. Some said he shouldn’t have given his life for such scum. Some said he couldn’t have known. Others said he should have found a way to stop the shooting without dying as he did it. I don’t know. There were only a few seconds. It happened. Frank was dead.”
“But why do you find peace here?”
“Because for all the reasons that shooting was a bad idea, it was pure Frank. He wouldn’t have cared whose life he saved. He wouldn’t have cared about the debates over how he did it. I know exactly what he would have said. He’d say, ‘It was the only way to be sure.’”
“But at least you killed the bad guy.”
“No, actually, I didn’t.”
“You missed?”
“I shot him, but he survived.”
“What happened to him?”
“Oh, he was executed for the murder.”
“OK, but I still don’t see why you like this place.”
“Frank and I had been going down hill. We were both drinking heavily, and I was neglecting my family. Your dad will remember those times. I was always at work, but sometimes when I was ‘at work’ I was at the bar. After what Frank did, I decided I’d been given a new chance at life, and I took it.”
“But you never were rich. You never had it easy. Dad says he made all the money.”
“He’s right. I stayed a cop until I retired. It wasn’t easy. Your grandmother worried every day about whether I’d come home. But I had an example to follow. Things got better.”
“It still seems a waste. Things should be easier.”
“I know you feel that way. You’ve gotten everything free. You don’t understand what it means to work hard for something to go through despair, and then come out alive on the other side. I do. Your father does. You don’t. It’s like when Jesus died. The disciples went through despair, they had to wait, but when Easter Sunday morning came, there was a new power, something they wouldn’t have had if they didn’t go through the dark times.”
“I like it easy! And besides, I don’t go to church.”
“But consider this one thing,” said the old man, as he finished with the rose bushes, then watched as the afternoon sun reached them. It was the one place in the alley that got enough, almost enough, sunlight. “Which of us is happier?”
(This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of the events and persons to those in the real world is purely coincidental. Copyright © 2011 Henry E. Neufeld.)
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Christian Carnival #375
Welcome to the April 13, 2011 edition of the Christian Carnival (#375). In addition, though I’m too tired to create a theme, I’m making editorial comments and even handing out a few awards, for what they’re worth.* The author’s comments are in quotes; mine aren’t.
loswl presents His Thoughts are Higher than our Thoughts posted at INSPIKS, saying, “The wisdom of God is so far above man, it is on a different level altogether. Our intelligence, even at its best, is so small.” He really puts you down, but only in the best sort of way. I give this one the “best downer of the week” award.
Kaleb presents The Case for the Virgin Birth posted at W2W Soul: Windows to The Woman’s Soul, saying, “Clearly depicted in the gospels of Matthew and Luke, the virgin birth is one of the more unambiguous accounts in the Bible yet is met with more opposition and criticism than many of the other miracles portrayed.” I think C. S. Lewis was the one who noted that we swallow the camel of the resurrection and then strain at the gnat of the virgin birth. I’ll probably regret quoting that without going and looking it up. Doubtless someone will correct me in the comments!
Maryann Spikes presents Craig v Harris debate post mortem, audio and video posted at Ichthus77. This is postmortem++ run through a loop, but very instructive.
Leah LaRue presents What is Wrong With the Church? ? 10 Things That Need to Stop! posted at Order in the Church!, saying, “This is my first time submitting; please let me know if additional information is required. Thanks much for your consideration!” Answer? You did it just fine! Welcome to the carnival! Having been in church leadership, I felt some of those points. How about an “ouch!” award?
Nicholas Potts presents The depths of the soul and mind: Supposed Atheistic Neutrality… posted at The depths of the soul and mind, saying, “This article actually got circulated a little bit through some atheists blogs and some people got a little irritated with it.” While giving the word “worldview” a solid workout, Nick launches an all-out attack on the very concept of a neutral position, and even asks how we determine that a neutral position would be the best place to start.
Jason Price presents What is Financial Stewardship? [Christian Financial Alliance] posted at One Money Design, saying, “What is Christian financial stewardship? Learn what it means from several Christian personal finance bloggers.” Do you know what stewardship is? Some folks think it means responding to the most recent appeal for money, such that “stewardship” is a synonym for (generous) giving. You’ll get some ideas on what it really means from this post.
Maryann Spikes presents God (is) the Golden Rule (ought) without offending Hume posted at Ichthus77. OK, I’m letting Maryann by with an extra post, since this one’s so much fun. (Besides, she pointed me to the Christian Apologetics Alliance.) I’m going to make a bet with myself that most of you haven’t asked the question she’s answering. (And no, it’s not my everyday sort of question either.)
Philip Carlson presents A Lesson from the Qur’an posted at Science and Theology in Apposition. I’m going to suggest a provocative question that might be answered in this post: In what way might the Qur’an tend to be better than your Bible? (Hint: The Bible I carry to church is not deficient in this area.)
Tyra Ronan presents 40 Best Web Resources for Bible Study posted at A Blog of Biblical Proportions, saying, “You don’t have to be a Bible student, or planning for a career in the ministry, to benefit from the online Bible resources available. Anyone can find greater enjoyment and enlightenment from the holy scriptures when they look to using web resources. Whether you are looking for personal edification, or whether you are preparing a lesson for Sunday school, here are 40 of the best web resources for Bible study.” Who couldn’t make use of 40 links to Bible study resources? I just have to give this the “most links in one post” award for the week.
CChisholm presents Six Biblical Easter Facts You Should Know posted at The Chisholm Source, saying, “Crucifixion is primarily an extreme method of torture/punishment and is not necessarily synonymous with death. Death normally resulted from crucifixion, but in history there are cases where a crucified man survived on the cross for a few days.” Most of these are about the crucifixion. I give this the “most gruesome post” award, but it’s still edifying!
Ridge Burns presents Perspective posted at Ridge’s Blog. Different perspectives are rather helpful in coming to understand an issue. Good essay project: compare and contrast “worldview” (see above) and “perspective.” Why might one not wish to abandon elements of one’s worldview in discussion, yet value differing perspectives?
Cameron Cloud presents Ring and Run: Missing an Eternal God in Prayer posted at Nephos. I give this one the “short and simple but challenging” award for the day!
michelle presents committed? posted at going into all the earth…, saying, “the Radical Experiment…” OK, this post gets the “sneak attack” award. She starts with the “c” word and ends up on the “m” word. (Read it to find out …)
Barry Wallace presents A gifted writer examines Rob Bell’s “Love Wins” posted at who am i?, saying, “Tim Stoner, author of The God Who Smokes, has written an excellent series of posts on Rob Bell’s new book Love Wins.” … and Barry provides us with some samples. This gets the “no carnival can be without it right now” award for today.
Jeremy Pierce presents Evangelical Scholars’ Self-Esteem posted at Parableman, saying, “a look at the possible motives of evangelical scholars who leave behind evangelical convictions that are embarrassing in academic circles.” I was once told to go ahead and take a position and just not talk about those of my beliefs that didn’t accord with those of my potential employer. I think Jeremy outlines the situation with admirable clarity. I had to say ‘no’.
They didn’t submit it, but I’m going to include a link to a post of links to this weeks posts (I’m not sure I made it through that. Is it grammatical?) from the Christian Apologetics Alliance. Thanks to Maryann for pointing this out.
And just because there must be one of mine, I present A Misuse of the Word LITERAL from my Participatory Bible Study Blog. I further grant myself the “only post called ‘nonsense’ in the first comment” award. I know I ranted a bit, but nonsense? You be the judge. Not that I won’t argue with you!
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Christian Carnival 375 Coming
Due to my schedule today, expect the carnival to be posted late afternoon to early evening.
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The Old Church’s Bones
Put together dem bones,
Dem bones, dem bones, dem dry bones.
Dem bones, dem bones, dem dry bones.
Dem bones, dem bones, dem dry bones.
Now hear the word of the Lord.
Image via Wikipedia The words kept running through Lakesha’s mind as she walked down the street from the school bus stop toward home. They’d been singing the song in choir, and she had asked where it came from. The teacher had read to them from Ezekiel 37.
She looked at the church. It was old, but she could remember a year ago when it had been closed. At the last meeting the men of the church board sat at the front of the church and explained how they could no longer pay a pastor and no longer afford the maintenance. There was a sign out front that said the church was for sale, but nobody wanted property in this neighborhood.
As she looked at the church she suddenly heard those words again: “Oh you dry bones, hear the word of the Lord.”
It was so real that she looked around to see who might have spoken, but there was nobody there. Down the street she could see a drug deal taking place, but she knew none of those men had spoken.
She turned back toward the church and heard again: “Prophecy to the bones: ‘Oh you dry bones, hear the word of the Lord!’”
She looked around again, but still there was nobody there. Just a dead building, whose time had passed, in a neighborhood that was dying, if it was not already dead.
She looked at the church again. “Oh you dry bones,” she whispered, “hear the word of the Lord.”
She could feel a sense of emptiness, of dissatisfaction, as though her words were quieter than her whisper; no, as though they had been sucked up into a void.
“Oh you dry bones,” she said a little bit louder. “Hear the word of the Lord!” Her voice almost reached a squeak by the end, but it seemed that they were swallowed up in a void.
She remembered how often her mother had accused her of talking too loud. “Oh you dry bones,” she shouted, “Hear the word of the Lord!”
She had the sense now that something was happening, that she might actually have been heard. In fact she had been. The drug dealer yelled at her.
“You crazy? Shut up!”
“Oh you dry bones,” she shouted again, “hear the word of the Lord!”
He turned and walked away, apparently not wanted to be involved with such a crazy girl. She walked up to the church and pushed on the door. It swung open. The lock had long since been broken. There were beer and whiskey bottles lying around. The place was a mess.
Lakesha had never been that religious of a girl, but suddenly the scene offended her. She had been able to tolerate the neighborhood because she thought she’d escape someday, go off to college, and never come back. That was how it worked. The people who stayed just continued to deteriorate.
She grabbed a bottle and threw it out the window, a window that was already broken. Then another, and another. She made certain to throw them out the same window so they’d all be in a pile outside.
A few minutes later she heard someone else come into the church. It was one of the church ladies, one of the folks who had given up in discouragement. “What are you doing here, girl?” she asked.
“Oh you dry bones,” said Lakesha, “hear the word of the Lord!”
The lady looked around. “Can these bones live?” she asked herself quietly. Then she grabbed a bottle and tossed it out the window. A few minutes later, someone else arrived, carrying a broom. Then someone more came, carrying a garbage can. They were all the women of the community, mostly elderly, along with a few teenagers and children.
“Why haven’t we been meeting here?” asked one.
“You thought it couldn’t be done,” said Lakesha.
“The church board said it couldn’t be done.”
“The church board never read Ezekiel, I think,” said Lakesha. “Or maybe they didn’t believe it.”
*****
It was a year later when a reporter came by the church. He’d heard strange stories about the little community. He showed up on a weekday during the day and found the church filled with people. There were no pews, but there was a kitchen, a pantry, a dining room, and back in what he thought might have been the pastor’s study he heard a sewing machine running. He asked for the pastor, and was directed to Lakesha.
“You’re the pastor?” he asked.
She laughed. “No, I’m just the loudmouth.”
“I thought you were reviving the church here. This looks like a kitchen, or some kind of service organization.”
“It is a service organization, it is a church, and it is revived,” said Lakesha.
“But I don’t see any place to have a church service.”
“Well, we don’t exactly have what you’d recognize as a church service. We just get together and pray and share and sing. We put the chairs out in a circle. Then we put them back around the table and we eat together.”
“But where do you get the money for all of this?”
“We just put what we have together and share it. You’d be amazed at what people can do in this community when they realize they can and just start trying.”
“What about the drug dealers? What about crime?”
“Some of our grandmothers walk down the streets at night and watch them. You’d be amazed at how fast they move.”
“So how did it all get started?”
“Oh you dry bones,” said Lakesha giggling, “hear the word of the Lord!”
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Christian Carnival 374 Posted
The 374th Christian Carnival has been posted at Beyond Belief. Thanks for hosting, Rodney!
The 375th Christian Carnival will be right here at The Jevlir Caravansary.
How can you get involved? Quoth the ending to Rodney’s carnival post:
If you’re a Christian and you missed out this week, how about choosing something to contribute for next week’s edition? It doesn’t have to be a masterpiece, just a post that outlines your point of view or is designed to get others thinking. Being part of the carnival could be a great way to gain a little extra traffic at your blog.
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Finding the Rich Man’s Treasure
Image via Wikipedia Everybody knew that in a small village in the mountains there lived a very rich man.
Just why he chose to live in a small village in the mountains nobody knew. Precisely which village was his home, nobody knew either. They just knew that somewhere in those mountains there lived a very rich man.
Years went by, and there came a time when everybody knew that the rich man had died. Nobody knew precisely where or how, but it was certain that he had died. Everybody knew that.
Shortly after the time when everybody knew he had died, a rumor appeared that the very rich man had hidden his treasure. It was said to include many wonderful things, and it was hidden in the mountains. Some said it was hidden in a treasure chest buried in the ground. Others thought it was piled up in a cave.
Again, after a few years, everybody knew that this treasure included gold, magical devices of incredible power, and gems of miraculous size and incalculable value. This treasure was there just for the taking, if one could find it.
Inevitably, since everybody knew the treasure was there, someone came along wanting to find it. He climbed the mountains and questioned villagers. He wasn’t very careful. He tortured people. He burned down their houses. The villagers were peaceful and content, and had no means to resist him.
Finally one young man in an isolated mountain village said, “I am the rich man’s grandson. I know where the treasure is hidden. I’m the only one who does.”
The treasure hunter started to beat the young man up. He tortured him, demanding that he reveal where the treasure was located. The young man endured the torture quietly. The look of peace on his face enraged the treasure hunter.
“Tell me now where the treasure is, or I’ll kill you!” he shouted, holding the young man in place with one hand, and a knife in the other.
“Very well,” said the young man. “The treasure is right here. I have it.”
“But there is no treasure here,” said the treasure hunter.
“Oh but there is! You’re just not equipped to see it.”
The treasure hunter grew even more furious and killed the young man. Then he left the mountains in frustration.
In a few more years, everybody knew that there was a treasure in those mountains. It was invisible to all but those who were most worthy. People spent their lives striving to be worthy to see the treasure. Holy orders arose, with the simple purpose of living lives worthy of just a glimpse of the treasure.
Everybody knew, but they were neither rich, nor content.
(This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental, or perhaps a result of the general human condition. Copyright © 2011, Henry E. Neufeld)
(I’m submitting this post to the one word at a time blog carnival on the word “treasure.”)
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