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Reuben’s fingers closed around my arm as his son fell before us.
The boy’s body struck the ground, and the crowd pulled back. Dust rose around him as he convulsed, but I could not look away.
I had persuaded his father to bring him.
I had promised that Jesus was different.
Now the disciples had failed, the scribes were arguing, and the hope I had carried for my friend was beginning to feel heavier than fear.
My name is Micah.
And this is the day I learned that faith can tremble without letting go.
The boy’s body struck the ground, and the crowd pulled back. Dust rose around him as he convulsed, but I could not look away.
I had persuaded his father to bring him.
I had promised that Jesus was different.
Now the disciples had failed, the scribes were arguing, and the hope I had carried for my friend was beginning to feel heavier than fear.
My name is Micah.
And this is the day I learned that faith can tremble without letting go.
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