GOOD friday? by Ben Church b_church@yahoo.com Feedback! Please! The Immortal Concept belongs to Rysher. Tut stood in the crowd, wincing. He'd been in Jerusalem for a few months before Jesus had arrived. He'd only caught a glimpse of him before, well before they'd met. The conversation they'd had still bewildered him. He wished he'd had more time to talk to the man. But Dehok's arrival had cut their discussion short. He also wished he knew what had transpired in the desert after he'd left. He knew the story of Christ's arrest by now. Everyone did. He'd put up no resistance. Refused to defend himself, either physically or verbally. There was a rumor that one of the soldiers had been injured by an Apostle, but that Jesus had healed him. But Jesus refused to confirm or deny whether he really was the son of God. And now he hung, suffering, bleeding. The worst was the spear wound in the side given to him only a few minutes ago. Tut wanted nothing more than to help the man, but even he wasn't a match for a whole division of Roman soldiers. "It doesn't matter whether he is the son of God or not." he realized. "He believes that by dying this way, he is saving the world. He may be a mad fool, and he may not, but he deserves respect." He turned to go. "I'll never forget you." he thought. "And I have a feeling the world won't either." The End