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  “Not anymore!” Juni snatched the book out of his hand and began to run.

  The demon called after him, “I should have known better than to ask a thief like you. That’s all you will ever be!”

  Juni turned and walked back to the demon. He handed him the book filled with every gory and murderous detail. “Not anymore! I quit!” He looked up to heaven and said, “I promise never to steal again, Lord. I’m sorry—so, so, so sorry. Forgive me.”

  Two hands were shaking Juni as he awoke from the dream. As he opened his eyes, he saw the delivery driver standing over him. The boy was so glad to see him alive that he gave him a big hug.

  The driver smiled. “I guess that nice hug makes up for that stack of apples you stole from me. All is forgiven. You must have been pretty hungry. I’m Taupo.” He looked around. “Where are your parents, boy? Don’t they have money to feed you?”

  The dark-skinned boy said, “I have no parents, sir. I will pay you back for the apples somehow. I am pretty strong. Can I unload some apples for you?”

  Taupo said, “I bet my wife would like to meet you. Come on home to dinner with me tonight. How old are you? Do you know?”

  “I am twelve, sir.”

  “Our son would have been twelve just like you— if he were still living. He died of Tuberculosis five years ago. We loved him so much. I just can’t understand why the Lord took him from us.”

  Juni patted his arm. “Maybe the Lord didn’t take him from you. Maybe it was… someone else.”

  Taupo furrowed his brow, then smiled again. “I like you, kid. Hop in the truck so I can give you a hot meal and a soft bed for the night. It might be more than just one night if my wife takes to you like I do.”

  The boy felt loved for the first time in a long time. He climbed into the delivery truck and fastened his seatbelt as the driver sat behind the wheel.

  Juni fidgeted. “There is a sharp turn up here. Remember to take it slow.”

  *Kim Bond invites you to help children in need at www.compassion.com.

 

  Julian and the Leper by Gustave Flaubert*

  (Adapted from “The Legend of Saint-Julian the Hospitaller”)

  [Julian volunteered as a ferryman across a dangerous river.] One night he thought that someone was calling to him in his sleep. He listened intently, but could hear nothing save the roaring of the waters.

  But the same voice repeated, "Julian!"

  It proceeded from the opposite shore, fact which appeared extraordinary to him, considering the breadth of the river.

  The voice called a third time, "Julian!"

  And the high-pitched tones sounded like the ringing of a church-bell.

  Having lighted his lantern, he stepped out of his cabin. A frightful storm raged. The darkness was complete and was illuminated here and there only by the white waves leaping and tumbling.

  After a moment's hesitation, he untied the rope. The water presently grew smooth and the boat glided easily to the opposite shore, where a man was waiting.

  He was wrapped in a torn piece of linen; his face was like a chalk mask, and his eyes were redder than glowing coals. When Julian held up his lantern he noticed that the stranger was covered with hideous sores; but notwithstanding this, there was in his attitude something like the majesty of a king.

  As soon as he stepped into the boat, it sank deep into the water, borne downward by his weight; then it rose again and Julian began to row.

  With each stroke of the oars, the force of the waves raised the bow of the boat. The water, which was blacker than ink, ran furiously along the sides. It formed abysses and then mountains, over which the boat glided, then it fell into yawning depths where, buffeted by the wind, it whirled around and around.

  Julian leaned far forward and, bracing himself with his feet, bent backwards so as to bring his whole strength into play. Hail-stones cut his hands, the rain ran down his back, the velocity of the wind suffocated him. He stopped rowing and let the boat drift with the tide. But realising that an important matter was at stake, a command which could not be disregarded, he picked up the oars again; and the rattling of the tholes mingled with the clamourings of the storm.

  The little lantern burned in front of him. Sometimes birds fluttered past it and obscured the light. But he could distinguish the eyes of the leper who stood at the stern, as motionless as a column.

  And the trip lasted a long, long time.

  When they reached the hut, Julian closed the door and saw the man sit down on the stool. The species of shroud that was wrapped around him had fallen below his loins, and his shoulders and chest and lean arms were hidden under blotches of scaly pustules. Enormous wrinkles crossed his forehead. Like a skeleton, he had a hole instead of a nose, and from his bluish lips came breath which was fetid and as thick as mist.

  "I am hungry," he said.

  Julian set before him what he had, a piece of pork and some crusts of coarse bread.

  After he had devoured them, the table, the bowl, and the handle of the knife bore the same scales that covered his body.

  Then he said, "I thirst!"

  Julian fetched his jug of water and when he lifted it, he smelled an aroma that dilated his nostrils and filled his heart with gladness. It was wine; what a boon! but the leper stretched out his arm and emptied the jug at one draught.

  Then he said, "I am cold!"

  Julian ignited a bundle of ferns that lay in the middle of the hut. The leper approached the fire and, resting on his heels, began to warm himself; his whole frame shook and he was failing visibly; his eyes grew dull, his sores began to break, and in a faint voice he whispered, "Thy bed!"

  Julian helped him gently to it, and even laid the sail of his boat over him to keep him warm.

  The leper tossed and moaned. The corners of his mouth were drawn up over his teeth; an accelerated death-rattle shook his chest and with each one of his aspirations, his stomach touched his spine. At last, he closed his eyes.

  "I feel as if ice were in my bones! Lay thyself beside me!" he commanded. Julian took off his garments; and then he got into the bed; against his thigh he could feel the skin of the leper, and it was colder than a serpent and as rough as a file.

  He tried to encourage the leper, but he only whispered, "Oh! I am about to die! Come closer to me and warm me! Not with thy hands! No! with thy whole body."

  So Julian stretched himself out upon the leper.

  Then the leper clasped him close and presently his eyes shone like stars; his hair lengthened into sunbeams; the breath of his nostrils had the scent of roses; a cloud of incense rose from the hearth, and the waters began to murmur harmoniously; an abundance of bliss, a superhuman joy, filled the soul of the swooning Julian, while he who clasped him to his breast grew and grew until his head and his feet touched the opposite walls of the cabin. The roof flew up in the air, disclosing the heavens, and Julian ascended into infinity face to face with our Lord Jesus Christ, who bore him straight to heaven.

  * “Julian and the Leper” is the conclusion of a longer piece called “The Legend of Saint-Julian the Hospitaller.” This classic masterpiece is in the public domain and can be read in its entirety for free here https://www.online-literature.com/gustave-flaubert/2122/.

  A NOTE TO READERS

  Is God calling you into action? Perhaps you read “Battle Cry” and now feel stirred to begin a ministry. Is He calling you to repentance as in “God Unties My Shoe”? Perhaps you were encouraged to keep on preaching after reading “The Uneducated Pastor Soh.”

  It is possible you realized the Lord is confronting you as in “When We Live to Manage the Telltale.” Maybe you read “The Yellow House on the Hill” and heard the Lord asking you if you have room in your heart for Him. If you want to accept God’s promise of eternal life, then pray this prayer of salvation right now:

  Father God, I need a Savior because I have sinned against You. I trust Your Son Jesus paid for my sins with His death on the cross. I believe He rose from t
he dead on the third day. I welcome Your Holy Spirit into me to guide me. Thank You for making eternal life a free gift to me. In Christ’s Name, Amen.

  Congratulations on your decision to accept God’s free gift of salvation! I hope you will continue to grow closer to God by reading the Holy Bible, praying daily, and staying in fellowship with other Christians.

  Thank you for reading this collection of short stories. If you feel it has benefitted you spiritually, please consider sharing Spiritual Citizens with others so they can also enjoy spiritual growth through free Christian fiction. May God’s favor shine upon you!