A Life Intercepted - Why I Wrote It.

By Charles Martin

An Everyday Stretch of Road

It was a normal dirt road. Dusty. Big rocks. Potholes. A trade route. Just an everyday stretch of well-traveled road. Years ago, a man of some account walked it. By all accounts, including his own, he was a good Jew…

The Chorus of the Unashamed

He was known as the ‘blind beggar who sat by the city gate.’ That was his calling card. His resume. The best he could do. We don’t know if he was married or had children — I rather doubt it. The only definitives we have…