59. James

Jerusalem glowed with dawn light, its stone streets still cool beneath merchants’ sandals. Olive trees along Zion’s slopes whispered in the breeze, and doves cooed from temple courtyards. Sellers arranged baskets of figs and pomegranates, their voices carrying soft greetings through quiet lanes. James sat near the window of a…

Antioch stirred with life as dawn spread gold across its rooftops. Greek merchants opened their stalls, the scent of spiced wine and baked bread drifting through narrow streets. Camels from the east knelt to unload silks and frankincense. Roman soldiers clanked past synagogues where prayers rose like incense to heaven.…

Jerusalem hummed with morning life. Pilgrims pressed through narrow lanes carrying baskets of offerings. Bronze trumpets echoed from the Temple courts, summoning priests to their sacred duties. The scent of burning incense mingled with blood from lambs sacrificed on the great altar. Paul entered through the city gate, his cloak…

Years passed like fleeting shadows before dawn. Empires shifted. Synagogues scattered. Churches rose in hidden rooms, their oil lamps flickering against damp stone walls as believers whispered prayers into the night. In a rented house in Rome, Paul sat chained to a Roman guard. Beyond his window, the city throbbed…

The noise of the world faded like a dying echo. Empires crumbled to sand. Cities rose and fell. Generations passed with the turning of seasons. But beyond the veil of time, in the courts of heaven, all was still and bright with uncreated light. A throne stood at the heart…