THE WORD
One candle illuminated the small cave, giving just enough
light for the priest to read. Shadowy figures listened intently to his words,
which were all the more precious for being forbidden, but then the lookout
hissed. Instantly the flame was extinguished, but too late – hatred and bloody
violence contaminated their place of worship.
Yelling men herded them into a truck, leaving the priest’s
battered body in his church. Looking back as they were driven away, a woman
cried, “They are burning the Holy Book!” but her father said, “We need no Book,
daughter – God writes His Word in our hearts.”
