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Mary Magdalene
The controversial woman with a past only one Man could forgive. A true love story that changed the face of history.

"I was Miryam of Magdala, seller of fine fabrics and wife of Yaakov the fisherman. With my husband and son, I held a place of honor among my countrymen until a company of rogue soldiers took everything from me. I might not be Roman, but I knew injustice when I saw it. And I had been most grievously wronged."

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Overview

Mary Magdalene
The controversial woman with a past only one Man could forgive. A true love story that changed the face of history.

"I was Miryam of Magdala, seller of fine fabrics and wife of Yaakov the fisherman. With my husband and son, I held a place of honor among my countrymen until a company of rogue soldiers took everything from me. I might not be Roman, but I knew injustice when I saw it. And I had been most grievously wronged."

In an era when women are sequestered and silenced, Miryam of Magdala lives a contended life until her son's careless gesture evokes a hostile action that shatters her serenity. With no hope of justice, Miryam commits and unthinkable act...and descends into depths of darkness that threaten her life and her sanity.

Even after Yeshua the Messiah dramatically restores her life, Miryam can neither forget nor forgive unresolved injustices. Prodded by a hunger for vengeance she will not deny, this woman of uncommon courage risks her life and her heart by drawing destiny into her own hands.

Best-selling author Angela Hunt turns her talent for research and historical accuracy to the story of Mary Magdalene, one of the most misunderstood and misrepresented women in history.

Enjoy this beautiful new edition with author's notes , book club discussion questions, and an extensive list of references.

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Booklist - John Mort
*Starred Review* Angered by the assertions of The Da Vinci Code (2003)--in particular, that Jesus was married to Mary Magdalene--Hunt tells the traditional story, more or less, of Mary Magdalene. The "more or less" would be that Hunt turns Mary into a staunch feminist and downplays her history as a prostitute. She is Yeshua's shrewd advisor and helpmate, no more. And she is an interesting woman, though more interesting than Mary, in the end, is the Roman soldier Atticus. He takes the same role t
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  • ISBN-13: 9780615870410
  • Publisher: Hunthaven Press
  • Publication date: 8/15/2013
  • Pages: 494
  • Sales rank: 1,018,398
  • Product dimensions: 5.50 (w) x 8.50 (h) x 0.99 (d)

Meet the Author

Dr. Angela Hunt has written over 120 books ranging from fiction for children to nonfiction for adults. Read more about her work at www.angelahuntbooks.com.
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Magdalene


By ANGELA HUNT

Tyndale House Publishers, Inc.

Copyright © 2006 Angela Elwell Hunt
All right reserved.

ISBN: 1-4143-1028-5


Chapter One

Silence, as heavy as doom, wraps itself around me as two guards lead me into the lower-level judgment hall. When I fold my hands, the chink of my chains disturbs the quiet.

My judge, Flavius Gemellus, senior centurion of the Cohors Secunda Italica Civum Romanorum, looks up from the rolls of parchment on his desk, his eyes narrow. I don't blame him for being annoyed. I am not a Roman citizen, so I have no right to a trial. Besides, I have already confessed and am ready to die.

My appearance in this dimly lit stone chamber is a formality, an exercise in Roman diligence before the application of Roman justice.

The centurion's eyes flick automatically over my form, register my sober tunic and veil, then return to an unfurled parchment in his hand. "State your name for the record."

"Mary," I say, using the Greek form for the scribe's benefit. "But my people call me Miryam. Miryam of Magdala."

My judge looks up again, his eyes raking my face. "You are ... Syrian?"

"I am a daughter of Isra'el. From a territory called Galil, or Galilee."

He nods. "Galilee is part of the Syrian province. So detail your crime."

"You want me to begin at the beginning?"

The surly centurion is apparently in no mood for small talk. "If I had my way, you wouldalready be in the arena. But since the emperor insists that we record the history of every condemned prisoner, give us your story."

I lower my gaze to collect my thoughts. The flagstone in this dank chamber is wet and streaked with mud; a rat scuttles into the shadows beneath the scribe's table. Roman citizens undoubtedly stand trial in better surroundings, but I have no complaints. I am here of my own volition ... and I'm ready to meet my Lord.

At the thought of entering eternity, a weary smile crosses my face.

"You have nothing to smile about." The guard at my right brandishes a flail in my direction, but I doubt he'll use it. I am an old woman, worn to a nub by my wearisome journey to Rome.

"I am called many things," I say, deliberately letting my mind run backward, "but because Miryam is such a common name, most people call me the Magdalene. I grew up on the shores of Lake Kinnereth, which you know as the Sea of Galilee, where my father arranged my marriage to Yaakov, a fine man. HaShem, the Holy One, favored us with two fine sons-"

The centurion lifts his hand to catch the scribe's attention. "Wait-I've never heard of this God. Who is HaShem?"

I lower my gaze in respect, but not for the Roman. "The God of Isra'el, whose name is too holy to pronounce. HaShem means 'the name.'"

"Fine. But we don't need your life history. Speak of your crime, woman. That's all we need to record."

I hold his gaze without flinching. "But you cannot understand my crime unless you understand my history."

The scribe lowers his stylus and frowns at me from beneath a fringe of graying hair. Clearly he'd rather send me to the lions than transcribe my story, but I have an important tale to tell. The apostles have been sharing their stories for years; this is my chance to bear witness to all that transpired in Eretz-Yisrael when Pilate governed Judea.

I return my attention to the centurion at the desk. His distinctive helmet sits on the edge of the table, its red-plumed crest before me like an open eye. The officer's dark gaze studies me from shadowy circles beneath brown hair generously flecked with gray. Though I have not even begun to explain my presence in this horrid place, he glares at me like an avenging angel.

I wonder at the source of his anger-does he hate me or my people?

The barrel-chested guard moves toward me. "She's stalling. She's afraid of what waits for her in the arena."

"I'm not afraid of anything out there." Again, an unbidden smile tugs at my lips. "I'm afraid for you. All of you."

The centurion snorts with the half-strangled mirth of a man who rarely laughs. "Why would you say that? We've broken no law."

"Rome-and Romans-have broken the laws of the one true God, the maker of heaven and earth. But you are not alone. I have broken them, too."

The guard opens his mouth to protest again, but my interrogator silences him with a look. The centurion glances toward the door behind me, then crosses his arms and leans back in his chair. "Take your stations by the door; we will let her talk. She might prove interesting."

Grateful for this small miracle, I close my eyes. "My story begins in Magdala, a city by the sea...."

Chapter Two

I should have known better than to journey to the market in the heat of the day. When the sun climbed directly overhead, anyone with the sense of a goat took cover beneath a shady tree or ducked indoors. But that morning Binyamin had almost crawled into the fire pit beneath my dye pots so, after scolding him and wiping ashes from his drool-covered fingers, I delayed my departure for the market to thank the Holy One, blessed be he, that I'd turned in time to stop my younger son from burning himself.

With Binyamin tucked in a sling, I blinked in the sting of a hot wind and wound through the mostly deserted aisles of the marketplace. After passing the stalls of ironworkers, woodcutters, and bread bakers, I found Rachel, my pregnant daughter-in-law, leaning against a stack of folded fabrics.

Because ours was the only stall covered with a thatched roof, three other women had taken advantage of my absence to crowd into the rectangle of shade. I recognized them as I approached: the tall one sold figs; the old one, oil; and the lame one, wine. The lame woman, Devorah, once sold me a bottle of bitter wine. I hadn't ventured near her booth since.

"Shalom aleikhem, Miryam," the tall woman called as she struggled to rise. "And peace be with your daughter-in-law for taking pity on us who were about to melt."

"Peace be with you." I gave them a tight smile and patted the sling in which young Binyamin rested. Hospitality required that I invite them to stay, but I had no time for idle talk. I needed to speak to Rachel, and the spot of shade was not big enough for all of us.

"Good trading to you." I bowed as each woman reluctantly vacated our booth. "May the Holy One of Isra'el, blessed be he, make you prosperous."

When the last interloper had moved away, I knelt on the woven mat and untied the sling knotted at my shoulder. "Has the Roman woman come?"

Rachel's dark eyes danced. "Not yet, but she sent a servant to tell me she would arrive at midday. She probably wants to avoid the crowds."

"Ah."

I didn't know much about Romans in those days, but everyone in our village knew that the women who traveled with Roman soldiers weren't-how shall I say this?-proper wives. The legionnaires of Rome, my Yaakov once told me, weren't allowed to marry lest they be distracted from their duty to the army. Of course, that didn't stop the centurions from keeping their mistresses nearby. Bands of harlots frequently followed companies on patrol, so even the lowliest Roman soldier could indulge his desires ... though not with any sort of woman I'd welcome into my home.

I didn't care what the soldiers did when they weren't terrorizing our people. Romans were goyim, or Gentiles, and Gentiles were heathens; everyone knew that.

I placed my younger son on the mat and looked around the quiet square. The women in the next booth had covered their baskets of salted fish; the woolworkers had settled linen sheets over their stacks of wool. They would return when the sun slipped toward the west; then goods and money would again be exchanged in the Magdala marketplace.

"Miryam." Rachel nudged me and held out her arms for the baby. "Behind you-the Roman woman."

I turned my back to the approaching litter for a last-minute check of my bright blue tunic. Fortunately, Binyamin had not spilled anything on me. I ran my fingers along the edge of the veil covering my head, tucked a few straggling hairs out of sight, then turned to greet my visitor.

The pretty lady who traveled in the company of a Roman centurion had been in Magdala only a few days. Apparently she had spotted my exceptional wares through the curtains of her litter as she traversed the marketplace; in that hour she had finally come to buy.

The litter bearers halted and a white linen curtain lifted. A dainty face, framed by a riot of black curls, smiled out at me. "You are the dyer of wool and silk?"

The woman spoke perfect Greek, so I answered in the same tongue. "I am. And you are?"

"The lady Carina." She swung her feet out of the conveyance and stood, her red sandals a stark contrast to the beige dust of our market square.

My eyes lifted to drink in the details of her costume. All sorts of foreigners came through Magdala, but rarely had I seen a woman as beautifully dressed. My prospective customer wore a tunic of a splendid yellow silk bordered with golden fringe. She had chosen to cover this with a blue palla, folded lengthwise and fastened at each shoulder with a golden clasp. To protect her pale skin from the hot sun, she also wore a short cape over her upper arms.

I was studying my visitor's apparel so intently that I missed her next comment, but another nudge from Rachel broke my concentration. "I'm sorry; what did you say?"

The young lady smiled, so perhaps she was accustomed to being openly admired. "I asked if I might know your name."

"I am Miryam." I imitated her smile, wanting desperately to appear as competent as whatever dyer had provided her current garments. "Wife of Yaakov, mother of Avram and Binyamin, mother-in-law to Rachel-if you should ever need to ask for me."

The woman's pale hand drifted toward a covered stack. "May I?"

"Certainly."

I whisked the protective linen away, exposing several lengths of wool and silk. The silk came to us from elsewhere for dyeing, but workers in Magdala spun and wove the fine wool. Our town was known for two things-no, three: salted fish, expertly dyed fabrics, and corruption. I'd heard it whispered that the religious authorities in Jerusalem thought Magdala's virtue had been spoiled by too much trafficking with Gentiles, but no city in Judea opened her gates to more foreigners than Jerusalem.

The lady knelt. Her hand caressed the wool, then fingered the silk. "I wonder ..."

"Yes?"

"The other day I glimpsed a lovely scarlet fabric here. I glanced away, but when I looked again, the material had changed to a deep purple. Did I see two different kinds of cloth?"

My heart sang with delight. "You saw a fabric so unique it can only be purchased in this booth. Not long ago I discovered that by combining a red dye with blue I could create a silk that shimmers scarlet in one light and purple in another. The secret process is long and involves several dyes, but I'm sure you'll agree the effect is worth the effort."

A knowing smile dimpled her cheek. "I do agree. A miracle, surely, that a cloth can vary in color."

"Miracles are of the Holy One, blessed be he," I corrected her. "The cloth is merely the product of a highly skilled dyer."

"A dyer who must command a very high price."

"A woman with such an eye for color demands a high price indeed. So high that common people cannot afford such cloth. I have been saving that fabric for a customer with discernment, an exalted station, and the beauty to complement it."

"I'm sure you have." Her gaze trailed lightly over a stack of blue and green silk, but I could tell she wasn't interested in those colors. Her mind had filled with purple and scarlet. She lifted her gaze. "Would you mind if I examined it?"

"Of course not. I have it safely put away, to protect it from dust."

I stepped over Binyamin, who played silently, and reached into the calfskin bag hanging at the back of our booth. I pulled out a generous length of the shimmering silk and nearly tripped over Binyamin as I moved forward to spread the fabric over our other goods.

The Roman lady caressed the silk and brushed it against her cheek, then smiled as she pulled it into the sun. Draping the material between her fingers, she shifted the folds and laughed as the crimson deepened to a purple as intense as any cloth that ever graced a caesar.

"The fabric-" I knelt and pulled a lower edge into the shade-"begins crimson; do you see? But the heat of the sun brings out the purple hues."

She clutched the cloth to her chest and closed her eyes. "I must have it. How much?"

In truth, I had not set a price, knowing that few people in Magdala could afford such luxury. But this was a Roman centurion's woman, so perhaps I should set my hopes high....

"Ten denarii," I told her.

Her eyes flew open. "Silver?"

I laughed. "Gold. Ten gold denarii."

She drew in a quick breath. I expected her to counter with an offer of one or two denarii, which I, after pretending to be insulted, would answer with a price of six. If all went well, I might sell the remarkable fabric for five denarii, half the price of a small house in our town.

But the lady surprised me. "You will come to the inn and pick up your money," she said, gathering the fabric into her arms. "Tonight."

I shook my head. I knew she wouldn't understand, for Romans go where they will and think nothing of it, but no respectable daughter of Avraham would enter a Gentile home, even a temporary abode. And Yaakov would bar the opening of our courtyard before he'd let this woman into our house. I caught a silken edge and held it tight. "You will send a servant to my house with the money. When your servant comes, my husband will give him the silk."

She pressed her painted lips together, then nodded. "It shall be as you say." She let the fabric fall; I reeled it in and thrust it into Rachel's arms for proper folding.

We stood, each of us satisfied with our half of the bargain. The Roman lady climbed back into her litter and murmured a command to her slaves, but not before casting one last longing look at the crimson-and-purple bundle in Rachel's embrace.

(Continues...)



Excerpted from Magdalene by ANGELA HUNT Copyright © 2006 by Angela Elwell Hunt. Excerpted by permission.
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  • Posted January 17, 2015

    Angela Hunt, author and Darla Middlebrook, narrator, have formed

    Angela Hunt, author and Darla Middlebrook, narrator, have formed an excellent team to provide the audio book, Magdalene. It is a beautiful historical fiction that takes place during and immediately following Jesus’ ministry, crucifixion, and resurrection. Yeshua the Messiah is, of course, the central focus, and His teachings and ministry are scripturally accurate.
    While some of the conversations may not be exactly as occurred, they are essentially who Jesus was with Mary Magdalene - Rabboni. Jesus did call out demons from Mary Magdalene – known in this story as Miryam of Magdala. However, we do not know anything about her life outside of following Jesus and being one of the women who cared for the needs of Jesus and later, His disciples. And this is an encouragement to search the scriptures – the gospels and book of Acts, to clarify for yourself exactly the truth the Lord has given us in His love letter, the Bible.
    The rest of the story is fiction that is rich in history and with beautiful, emotive prose; that it is a work of fiction is made clear from Angela Hunt’s notes. Along with taking place during and after Jesus’ life on earth, it is also the period of the Roman occupation of Israel. Very well researched, one can almost hear the boots of the soldiers, and experience the fear and even anger of some of those under the occupation when soldiers were in town for any reason.
    In the novel, Miryam was a seller of fine cloth, and experimented with and made unique dyes to use on these cloths; she was a successful businesswoman. Her husband was Yaakov the fisherman. She was a mother to both her infant son and adult son, with a grandbaby on the way. When the unfathomable occurred at the hands of the Roman soldiers, she unknowingly sets events in motion that bring an even greater horror for her to endure, being possessed by several demons.
    Meeting Jesus, being immensely relieved of the demons by Jesus, and becoming a follower of Yesua, brought about heartache and rejection from Miryam’s friends. She believed in Jesus as Messiah and wanted to be part of His coming kingdom. Like many others of that time, however, she thought Yeshua’s kingdom would be earthly, and the revenge she so desired against the Romans would occur. She supported the work, travelled with and cared for the needs of the Messiah and His disciples. After His crucifixion, resurrection, and return to heaven, she continued to support the disciples’ work. Yet the thirst for revenge was not something she had given to her Lord – and it ate away at her very being.
    The characters are strong and vibrant men and women who are very well defined. Yeshua’s teaching and actions were in line with the Bible. Miryam and her fellow travelers and friends each have their feelings and convictions. Atticus, the Roman soldier, and his lady friend and son, and the transformation in their lives after their son was healed by Jesus, was nothing short of the Holy Spirit’s work.
    The plot is a tapestry of spiritual lessons. When we meet Jesus, there may be things from our past that we have to deal with and let go of, one by one. If we don’t turn over those things, they can lead us to make horribly destructive decisions, blocking our view of Jesus as they stand between us. There are interesting twists in the story; some took this reader completely by surprise and some did not. I am in awe of the historical research that Angela Hunt had done before writing, and the way she could weave a tale such that the spiritual lessons live on in the reader’s heart long after listening to the final credits.
    Angela Hunt’s excellent prose is taken to the next level with Darla Middlebrook’s narration. I was so appreciative of the beautiful sound of a gifted narrator reading Magdalene with emotions appropriate to the culture and time. I like audio books – I had purchased the book on Kindle a couple years ago but not yet read it, and this audio book showed me what I had missed! I highly recommend this to adults of any age who appreciate historical fiction written around the time of the New Testament writings, especially Jesus’ life. Fans of Angela Hunt will not want to miss this!
    With a grateful heart, I received a copy of this book through the “For Readers Only” group at The Book Club Network, in exchange for my honest review. All opinions are my own, and no monetary compensation was received for this review.

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  • Posted November 10, 2014

    I was so excited to get another audible book from Angela Hunt.

    I was so excited to get another audible book from Angela Hunt. She did not disappoint in the creation of this book. She put a new perspective on who Mary Magdalene may have been. It is clear she did a lot of research to keep it fairly accurate. I would not have thought of Mary Magdalene in the way she was portrayed, but it did not lessen my appreciation of the story. The ending was not at all what I expected. I do not like to give any of the story away in my review. You can read the synopsis here or on the book cover. I was a little disappointed in the reader of this book. For me, she was hard to listen to and didn't use much dramatization at all. You had to pay very close attention to who was speaking, as in which character. The reader did enunciate very well. I do recommend this book. It gives a new insight into the Biblical person and who she may have been and how she came to know Jesus. This book was given me in exchange for my honest review.

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  • Posted August 20, 2009

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    Forget everything you thought you knew

    Back in 2006 when this book had originally come out, The Da Vinci Code was all the rage in the media. Even though it was a fictional story, there had appeared to be historical evidence to back up the claims. Also there was also a rise in interest in Gnosticism. Therefore many Christian publishers set to provide an alternative for those who were interested in what was considered the true story of what really happened between Jesus and Mary Magdalene. Tyndale published a line of different versions of Mary Magdalene's story ranging from contemporary fiction to YA fiction to historical Biblical fiction. This book is the latter.

    Angela Hunt has always been one of my favorite authors because her books are always guaranteed to be well written and extremely well researched. You can tell in her books she's actually gone out and done first hand research in her stories, instead of just using second hand data. I really liked how there is an authentic feel to the book as the characters use Hebrew and Greek names such as Miryam and Yochanan. While the characters do speak in English so we can understand them, they don't speak in a contemporary fashion, as is a mistake some authors make when writing historical fiction. There is no mention of Mary being a prostitute or even a fallen woman in this book. Instead Hunt portrays her as a woman who has fallen on hard times and is on the brink of desperation. She does deal with demons as is stated in the Bible. There is a major parallel subplot involving a Roman solider that intertwines with Mary's story but other than that no major liberties were taken with the character. I really felt as if this book brought the character to life and helped me to understand her and the world she lived in better.

    As an added bonus there is also an interview with the author which details her research and answers questions about the accuracy of the story as well as pages of references of the books and original texts used in the research. I know that Biblical fiction can be a touchy subject for some readers, but if you are a fan of the genre and want to know more about this controversial woman, pick up this book. It's a fascinating read and will keep you enthralled.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 25, 2006

    Eye-opening Biblical fiction

    As usual, Angela Hunt delivers a lively, engaging story¿this time taking familiar Bible characters and fleshing them out as living, breathing people. Told from the point of view of the title character and a fictional Roman centurion, Magdalene transports you to the dusty roads of first century Israel and Rome. Hunt¿s skillful writing helps readers understand the customs and culture of the time and debunks the myth that Miryam of Magdala ever shared a secret life with Jesus. The family Hunt sets Mary Magdalene in allows us to glimpse what daily life was like and provides a springboard for the historical events in Magdalene¿s life¿her demonic possession and her part in the ministry of Jesus Christ. Magdalene is told in such a way that readers are able to fully understand how Jesus¿ disciples misinterpreted his earthly ministry. Hunt retells incidents of traditional Bible stories in a way that gives readers those ¿a-ha!¿ moments, illuminating the meaning behind words spoken by first century Jews to first century Jews. I thoroughly recommend Magdalene as an important, timely book that provides hours of thought provoking and pleasant entertainment.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 21, 2006

    Deeply moving Biblical fiction for today

    Angela Hunt has written another winning book. She pays close attention to historical detail and remains true to Scripture. Miryam of Magdala suffers a terrible loss due to a rash act by her son and through a series of events loses everything in her world. Reduced to living in a graveyard and arguing with the voices in her head, she is pulled from destruction by the loving act of the prophet Yeshua. She devotes her life to him and follows him to his death on the cross and resurrection, even taking part in helping to spread the Good News after his ascension. But Miryam never truly lets go of the anger in her heart and seeks another way to find peace. This is not the traditional Mary Magdalene who has been portrayed so many times. This story is far richer and filled with lessons for readers today. I found myself disconnecting with the character until I recognized my own hard-heartedness within her. There is a helpful question and answer guide in the back for those curious about Hunt's research, as well as a discussion guide for book groups. Hunt is one of the finest in Christian fiction today, and this book is proof!

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    Unputdownable

    In the first century in Israel, nobody hates the Roman occupation more than Miryam. She is married to a fisherman and has her own business in the market place. Her oldest son Avram preaches rebellion and spits on a centurion¿s foot. In retaliation that soldier Gaius has his men including Atticus burn the house down killing Miryan¿s son, pregnant daughter-in-law and her beloved husband. Atticus Aurelius finds an infant and in direct disobedienceto his superior¿s orders gets him to safety.------ Miryam, who was spared because she was away from the house, goes mad with hatred and allows demons to possess her. It is only when Yeshua comes along and casts them out does the bereaved widow and mother regain her sanity and becomes a direct follow of the rabbi. She follows him as he preaches thinking that he will somehow avenge her for what Rome did for her family Miryam witnesses his resurrection and spreads the truth about his divinity to the people. However her hatred for Atticus and Gaius and desire for revenge almost causes her to commit one of the biggest sins of all. In case anyone hasn¿t guessed it by now, this is the story of Mary Magdalene.----- Angela Hunt has written a meticulously researched and well told story of Mary Magdalene one of the most controversial people in Christ¿s ministry. The author makes the era come alive, populating the storyline with actual historical figures and allowing the reader to visualize the turbulence during Christ¿s earthly ministry and the disciples who spread his word around the world. This is a fascinating work based on biblical and historical details.------- Harriet Klausner

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