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THE LAST ENEMY

Manuscript with Original Drawings
by Lorraine Beck

36 pages, 5 1/2" x 8 1/2"

Booklet $8

"The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death." - Saint Paul

DESCRIPTION

An account of a boy's experience and questions as he witnesses Jesus' resurrection.

TABLE OF CONTENTS

Introduction - The Last Enemy


EXCERPT

Introduction

In wandering away from the encampment I must have gone farther than I supposed, for presently I saw I was alone, with nothing but the wide, sad prospect of Judean Hills about me. Deep down on the left side the leaden gleam of the Dead Sea at the base of the mountains of Moab gave the only relief to the eye in this world of dull gray barrenness. I was about to return to camp when at a distance of perhaps twenty yards I saw ashes and refuse marking the spot where some band of nomads had recently pitched their tents. It was a natural impulse to go the necessary few steps onward, even though the ashes and refuse would be the only reward for my curiosity.

This was so nearly the case that after a few minutes' idle inspection I was turning away, when suddenly my attention was caught by what I took to be a stone of peculiar formation. Gray on gray, it lay unobtrusively, a stick of stone, some eight inches long, and three or four in circumference. Countless ages of attrition, I was beginning to say to myself, must have been needed to wear it away to this smoothness and straightness, till I remembered that here on this hilltop which the sea had not reached for millions of years, no such attrition had been possible. To have taken this evenness of form it must have been worked on by the hand of Moab.

On going down the gentle slope, for it lay just below me, I saw that it was not a stone, but a leaden cylinder. Wedged into a seam in the rock it had neither fallen there by accident nor been cast aside by someone impatient of task of carrying it about. Looking carefully around me to make sure I was not the victim of a plot, I dislodged it with some force, finding it light enough and small enough to go in a large pocket. Then I went back to camp.

What the cylinder contained I could only guess, having no immediate opportunity of definitely finding out. In the camp all my actions were subject to observation of the dragoman and his servants. If I were seen opening a cylinder obviously ancient, and not without some value in itself even if it were empty, I should be suspected. The thing might easily be some last object of veneration, known throughout the series of tribes whose relations with one another are always mysterious to outsiders. At any rate I ran no risk. The cylinder did not leave my person till I reached the safety of an hotel bedroom in Damascus.

It proved then to contain what I suspected, a parchment manuscript....

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