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Stoning of Stephen

It all began on gloomy day. The sun was shining but ever so slightly. I was in my classroom memorizing the torah when I could hear man shouting. Saying things about about our great ancestors and how they made mistakes too they weren’t as perfect as we thought they were and that they were afraid of God and his power too. The priest were screaming and screaming at him calling him a blasphemer. Everyone ran outside. I tried to see what was going on so I zig-zagged through the crowd and close to the front. The priest have had enough and so did the people they grabbed Stephen and proceeded to drag him out of town. My class was heading back into the class room but I couldn’t help it I had to see what they were going to do with this man, I had to know. I secretly followed them hiding behind something every time they looked back. Finally they stopped and looked around to see if anyone was following them luckily I jumped into a bush right as they turned around. They threw him into a basing like hole. I scrambled closer a man picked me up by the collar of my shirt and brought me over to the group of people. He yelled at me to stay put and on his mark to grab a stone. I couldn’t make out what the priest were saying all I could hear was the man laughing an evil devilish laugh. Then he yelled at me to grab a stone and throw. I picked up the stone moved forward in the crowd to get aim, but instead of throwing it, it fell to the ground at my feet. I couldn’t believe what these people were doing. They were killing a man for preaching his faith? Thats why they took him out of the city. I guess I was in shock cause one man told me to throw a stone or get out of they way. I heard people calling Stephen, Stephen. I went over to the voices the stones had stopped flying in the air. The voices that were calling stephens name were the apostles. I went to them. They started running toward Stephen then stopped and looked at his beaten body… I will never forget that moment, to see a man so bruised so badly it was hard to look. I still get nightmares of his beaten body and the last words he said, “ Lord Jesus, receive my spirit,” then he fell to his bloody knees and cried out “ Lord, do not hold this sin against them.” and slowly fell to sleep in one of the apostles arms. It was so hard to watch. These people killed this man just because he was spreading the word of God? Why would they do that? He was such a nice man but I knew that he was in a better place a place where he had wanted to be his whole life. He wanted to be with God and sit there with him and cherish the moments with him. He is now in paradise.

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