He was born in the Holy City of Jerusalem, his family and home blessed by portents and signs. He was clearly the Messiah.
Question was: Whose? His father was a Christian, his mother a Jew, and his learned uncle was raising him a Muslim. Billions were waiting for His word, pens and guns ready to sing his glory.
Meanwhile, his younger sister walked forgotten through the streets of Jerusalem, healing cripples and comforting the lost.
.finis.
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Heh... I love your take on that. Everybody's all uberenthused about the boy, and nobody notices the girl working the miracles.
Whoa. Talk about the unsung hero.
*loves like pi(e)*
Sheeee-it, the Messiah ain't nobody's fool; people are a lot less reluctant to crucify girls ... right?
:-D nice.
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