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Got a million things to write about----God is so Good, so good all the time-----.
but none of that is what I am putting in this post today, why cause I am tired so I will just put a snippet of the book I am writing and hope to have available before Christmas. It's called St Thomas's' Guide to Faith.
Picture this; Thomas the 'Doubting Disciple', has survived all these years and he has decided to go public and teach classes on faith. The setting is fictional, the teacher is a fictional depiction of what I think Thomas may have been like, but the teachings are solid, this is from the first chapter:
"Good evening students, My name is Thomas. I will be your teacher for this brief few moments in eternity in a subject that is near and dear to myself and my teacher our Lord and Master, Jesus of Nazareth. I was lucky to have been called out of the Masters many followers to be one of the chosen disciples, an Apostle. I am not sure to this day what Jesus saw in me, perhaps I was choose for the sole purpose of becoming known as ”Doubting Thomas”, but I don't think so. You see there is much more to the story than you know.
I was born in Capurnium, a town on the Sea of Galilee, Sea of Tiberius if your Roman, (such pompous people these Romans, naming everything after themselves). Anyway, my father was what you would call these days a general contractor. He built buildings for people for a price. As such we were not poor as some imagined, we weren't really wealthy either, Jews during the time of the Roman Empire could not build a lot of wealth as it would be confiscated through taxation.
As any good dutiful Jewish boy would, I began to learn my fathers trade right after I had completed my training at Synagogue.
I had heard of Jesus before I had entered training at my fathers side. He was the son of a carpenter my father had hired many times named Joseph. As Joseph was a business associate and a friend he and his family would often travel to Jerusalem for the Passover celebration with us.
On one of these trips to Jerusalem, I think I was 7 or maybe 8, I had heard that Josephs boy Jesus was missing from our travelling group. I had been asked if I had seen Him which of course I had not. Even if I had I would have not known where he was as he was not a part of my group of friends and acquaintances at that time.
My next remembrance of Jesus was some time later when a carpenter that my Father had hired was unable to fulfill his contract since he had gotten hurt on the job. We needed a carpenter, and fast, so Father contacted Joseph who sent his son Jesus." .....
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