![]() ![]() The events I’m about to share with you began on the banks of the Gilead. Stories are the sweet fruit of my existence and I share them gladly. “You’re a liar.” They scowl, but playfully. Every atom of my being was there at the very beginning.” I was born along with the sun and earth and moon and planets and all the stars. “Old is a cliché,” I tell them, with mock disappointment. My great-grandchildren, when they visit me here, call me old. I live in a house in the shade of a sycamore tree on the banks of the Gilead River. Lest we forget the divine source of all that beauty, he gave us stories. IN THE BEGINNING, after he labored over the heavens and the earth, the light and the dark, the land and sea and all living things that dwell therein, after he created man and woman and before he rested, I believe God gave us one final gift. ![]()
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