Shortly afterward, the cell door opens and I am led out. I’m given new clothes, and am led through the building to the exit. I hear the warder say that I am free.
“Free?” I ask, unbelievingly. “Yes, free,” the warder replies. “Your penalty was paid by someone else.”
In answer to my question, what the man’s name was, the warder said, “Jesus.”
Maybe you’re now thinking: God is dead.
If that’s what’s in your mind now that you’ve read the story, I’m going to have to disappoint you! God is alive!