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Today I’m guest-posting over at Ray Hollenbach’s blog, Students of Jesus. I love Ray’s blog because he has the seemingly rare combination of being super-smart and overwhelmingly kind. His blog posts are always thoughtful and rich.

Each Saturday he hosts a guest-post in which the visiting writer talks about one of Jesus’ parables. My post there today is a creative retelling of the parable of the man, the vineyard, and his son. It starts like this:

The old man bends over and picks up a handful of soil. Fertile soil. He runs it through his finger – it crumbles and falls heavily to the ground. The sound is like the pounding of the first raindrops.

All around him, activity: carts arriving with stone, hammers pounding boards together, and men shouting to one another. A high stone wall rises against the horizon. Inside it, huge green leaves drape down over the tiniest orbs: the beginnings of grapes. A tower rises in the center, overlooks the vineyard and the stone wall and the surrounding countryside. It is like the eye of God, the center of the universe.
To keep reading, click HERE.
Merry Christmas!