Susan LaffertyThe cross.
Reserved for the god-forsaken.
Destination of lawless ones. Convicted of stirring up insurrection. And strategizing destruction.
Those rehearsing murder or thievery as a way of life deserve this end.
So they say.
They hear about this man. News travels fast along trade routes. Rumors fly down country roads.
And suddenly, here he is. Walking into their village.
They stand at a distance. Ten men. Diseased. Desperate in their pain and isolation. Unclean.
“Jesus, Master, have mercy on us.” They say it loud. Across the divide.
