Passover Friday

“I’ve done something and you must fix it.” I looked at each of the men hoping to find a glimmer of pity. I only found arrogant disapproval. I tried again because there was nothing left to do but beg. I dropped to my knees.

“Take it.” I held out the coin sack to the nearest priest. “I made a mistake. I never meant for Rabbi Yeshua to be crucified!”
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