don’t get my hopes up, now.
They told him:
-Don’t you know He died for you? Don’t you know He’d do it again?
-I know, he said.
-Don’t you know He’d die for you, again and again and again?
-And you can’t even cross yourself to see Him.
They folded their arms and waited. Hard, angry eyes, all waiting.
He looked side to side and scratched at the back of his leg. He looked to their left.
-Of course He died for me, he said. He could.
Their arms unfolded. They looked at each other.
-How d’you mean.
Now he looked down.
-If I was the son of God I’d do the same thing. I’d die, if only I could come back. If God would bring me back I’d—
They slapped him across the face. They held his arms to his sides. He tried to keep talking, but they wouldn’t hear him. The boy didn’t cry. He knew that even the son of God was afraid, at the last minute. The boy knew he only had to wait.