Lamb The Gospel According to Biff Christs Childho - By Christopher Moore Page 0,34

look alike or something. So, after you showed up ten years late, they sent you with another message?"

"I am here to tell the Savior that it is time for him to go."

"But you don't know where?"

"No."

"And this golden stuff around you, this light, what is this?"

"The glory of the Lord."

"You're sure it's not stupidity leaking out of you?"

"Biff, be nice, he is the messenger of the Lord."

"Well, hell, Josh, he's no help at all. If we're going to get angels from heaven they should at least know what they are doing. Blow down walls or something, destroy cities, oh, I don't know - get the whole message."

"I'm sorry," the angel said. "Would you like me to destroy a city?"

"Go find out where Josh is supposed to go. How 'bout that?"

"I can do that."

"Then do that."

"I'll be right back."

"We'll wait."

"Godspeed," Joshua said.

In an instant the angel moved behind another tree trunk and the golden glow was gone from the olive grove with a warm breeze.

"You were sort of hard on him," Joshua said.

"Josh, being nice isn't always going to get the job done."

"One can try."

"Was Moses nice to Pharaoh?"

Before Joshua could answer me, the warm breeze blew into the olive grove again and the angel stepped out from behind a tree.

"To find your destiny," he said.

"What?" I said.

"What?" Joshua said.

"You are supposed to go find your destiny."

"That's it?" Joshua said.

"Yes."

"What about the 'knowing a woman' thing?" I asked.

"I have to go now."

"Grab him, Josh. You hold him and I'll hit him."

But the angel was gone with the breeze.

"My destiny?" Joshua looked at his open, empty palms.

"We should have pounded the answer out of him," I said.

"I don't think that would have worked."

"Oh, back to the nice strategy. Did Moses - "

"Moses should have said, 'Let my people go, please.'"

"That would have made the difference?"

"It could have worked. You don't know."

"So what do you do about your destiny?"

"I'm going to ask the Holy of Holies when we go to the Temple for the Passover."

And so it came to pass that in the spring all of the Jews from Galilee made the pilgrimage to Jerusalem for the Passover feast, and Joshua began the search for his destiny. The road was lined with families making their way to the holy city. Camels, carts, and donkeys were loaded high with provisions for the trip, and all along the column of pilgrims you could hear the bleating of the lambs that would be sacrificed for the feast. The road was dry that year, and a red-brown cloud of dust wound its way over the road as far as one could see in either direction.

Since we were each the eldest in our families, it fell on Joshua and me to keep track of all our younger brothers and sisters. It seemed that the easiest way to accomplish this was to tie them together, so we strung together, by height, my two brothers and Josh's three brothers and two sisters. I tied the rope loosely around their necks so it would only choke them if they got out of line.

"I can untie this," said James.

"Me too," said my brother Shem.

"But you won't. This is the part of the Passover where you reenact Moses leading you out of the Promised Land, you have to stay with the little ones."

"You're not Moses," said Shem.

"No - no, I'm not Moses. Smart of you to notice." I tied the end of the rope to a nearby wagon that was loaded high with jars of wine. "This wagon is Moses," I said. "Follow it."

"That wagon isn't - "

"It's symbolic, shut the hell up and follow Moses."

Thus freed of our responsibilities, Joshua and I went looking for Maggie and her family. We knew that Maggie and her clan had left after us, so we fought backward through the pilgrims, braving donkey bites and camel spit until we spotted her royal blue shawl on the hill behind us, perhaps a half-mile back. We had resolved to just sit by the side of the road to wait until she reached us, rather than battle the crowd, when suddenly the column of pilgrims started to leave the road altogether, moving to the sides in a great wave. When we saw the red crest of a centurion's helmet come over the top of the hill we understood. Our people were making way for the Roman army. (There would be nearly a million Jews in Jerusalem for Passover - a million Jews celebrating their liberation from oppression, a very