Killing Jesus Page #3

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communion with our Lord.

And the voices, they came.

The voices told you I was coming?

Yes.

But I'm only to open the way.

God speaking of me?

Yes.

Cousin, until this day,

while I'm a man

of strong belief,

I've worked a trade...

a carpenter.

Nothing more.

What is prophesied

cannot be denied.

The cup will be raised

to your lips, Jesus.

Baptize me.

And I, too, will go

into the desert...

and listen for the voice of God.

Yes.

I will baptize you.

Though it is you who should baptize me.

You're right.

Come.

Let the Lord shine

his light upon you.

The new dawn, the new light...

is with you, my cousin.

Come. Come.

That boat...

it was my father's.

Maybe his father's before him.

It was made with iron nails.

Nails have value.

Capped with trunnels.

I can chisel them out.

We share.

Half and half.

I must ready my nets.

Fishing nails is easier than netting fish.

For months now,

the hole is near empty.

Do you ask God's blessing?

I know about you,

Jesus of Nazareth.

My brother Andrew

follows the Baptist.

He told how he greeted you.

- Yes, I remember him.

- So like the bug eater, do you preach?

Or just pray

like the rest of us?

Take me with you.

Who refuses a hand on the net?

Shall we pray?

Thank the Lord.

This...

This from a single cast.

I've fished years,

and nothing, nothing like this.

We prayed.

Yes, but...

I'm a simple man,

a sinner,

never, never expecting this.

Follow me, Simon.

I'll make you a fisher of men.

John. John and James are sons of Zebedee.

You must see this.

Is this not a wonder?

A wonder brought to us by Jesus,

the carpenter from Nazareth.

This is nothing... only a sign.

And there will be many.

Follow me.

Look into your hearts,

and you will know

that God wills it.

I denounce all those

that shame this land.

Antipas, the tetrarch,

who in rampant incest

beds his brother's wife...

while suppressing the righteous.

Be gone!

And these...

spies from

the council of Sanhedrin.

Hypocrites.

Hypocrites one and all.

From the grandeur in which they live,

they berate the poor...

Lies! Lies!

Calling you unclean for the food you eat.

They shame you

but with a purpose.

"People, come to the temple,"

they say.

"Come. Buy a lamb,

a white dove,

a bullock for sacrifice.

Redeem your sins only with

the death of an animal...

bought from the farms

of our high priests."

They have made of God's house

a marketplace.

I say to these spies,

tell your generation

of vipers to beware.

Look heavenward. Flee the wrath

that will come from the Lord.

Spies!

Vipers!

Flee from here.

The day of judgment is here.

Arise, people!

Rise up, people. Rise!

Hey!

Arrest the Baptist, a lunatic?

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