by Russ Durbin
Published: February 22, 2012.
His knees trembled and he felt weak. The trek through the burning sands had been long, and longer still the climb up the mountain. The breeze that inhabits the high places found him at last as he looked toward the river, now hardly more than a bright ribbon from his lofty perch. Jesus felt very faint; his fast had been long since his baptism by his cousin, John.