The woman had been caught in the act of adultery.  Jewish law demanded her execution, but Rome had removed capital jurisdiction from Jewish courts, except for temple violations.  It was the perfect predicament with which to trap Jesus. The Jewish leaders dragged the woman into the temple and threw her down at Jesus’ feet.  Would he reject...

Peter winced.  It was almost his turn.  Mentally, he kicked himself for not having remembered to arrange for a basin of water at the door.  Foot-washing was necessary in Palestine.  The streets were dusty and people wore sandals without socks or stockings. It was a mark of honor for a host to provide a slave to wash a guest’s feet. And it was...

She remembered him as a child. Like that time he tripped running up the rocky steps toward the market in Nazareth.  And the time he burst into the house – little fingers cradling the body of a fallen bird – his dark lashes blinking back big tears.  She remembered it all – the softness of his cheek, the curl of his hair, the way he tilted...

It was her dream house. Flagstone fireplaces, hardwood floors, spacious rooms decorated in soft neutrals and tone variations. There was no need for curtains. The sprawling bungalow was secluded on a private estate. Poplars, fir trees, and flowering bushes were all one could see through the gracefully arched windows. She had planned every detail....