Repentance
“Did you see that dude down the street, shouting about the end?” It was a question asked by one of my classmates as we met in front of the movie theater. I had come from a different direction, so I hadn’t seen or heard. “Must think he’s a prophet or somethin’,” another in our group added. “Did you see him, Jacob?” A third in our group asked me directly. “I didn’t come from Main,” I answered. “Oh, then you missed it. The guy’s a real loon. He’s got a long beard and unruly hair,” the first speaker said. His name was Nathan. Much in life was a joke to Him. “And his clothing is like some sort of burlap sack,” one of the others said. Nathan would speak, and the others would chime in. I usually remained silent, which wasn’t much of a virtue on my part. Normally, I find, silence translates to agreement. “You think at least he’d be askin’ for money,” Nathan continued. “Makes the whole effort of standin’ out there in the sun, looki...