Lamb: The Gospel According to Biffl

521 Pages·2002·1.52 MB·English

by  Moore Christopher

Lamb
The Gospel According to Biff, Christ’s Childhood Pal
CHRISTOPHER MOORE
Author's blessing
If you have come to these pages for laughter, may you find it.
If you are here to be offended, may your ire rise and your blood boil.
If you seek an adventure, may this story sing you away to blissful escape.
If you need to test or confirm your beliefs, may you reach comfortable
conclusions.
All books reveal perfection, by what they are or what they are not.
May you find that which you seek, in these pages or outside them.
May you find perfection, and know it by name.
Contents
AUTHOR'S BLESSING
PROLOGUE
The angel was cleaning out his closets when the call…
PART I
The Boy
ONE
You think you know how this story is going to…
TWO
The angel wants me to convey more of Joshua’s grace.
THREE
The angel will tell me nothing of what happened to…
FOUR
Yet another reason that I loathe the heavenly scum with…
FIVE
Well, it worked, I finally got the angel to leave…
SIX
When we got back to Nazareth we expected to find…
SEVEN
And the angel said, “What prophet has this written? For…
EIGHT
I’ve managed to sneak into the bathroom long enough to…
PART II
Change
NINE
I should have had a plan before I tried to…
TEN
The angel and I had been watching a movie about…
ELEVEN
Since my escape attempt, I can’t get the angel to…
TWELVE
Well, by pretending to have an overactive bladder, I’ve managed…
THIRTEEN
“I could kick that punk’s punk ass,” the angel said, jumping…
FOURTEEN
Meanwhile, back at the hotel room, Raziel has given up…
FIFTEEN
Joshua and Balthasar rode into Kabul at a time of…
PART III
Compassion
SIXTEEN
We were twelve days into our journey, following Balthasar’s meticulously…
SEVENTEEN
I’ve settled into some sort of droning routine here at…
EIGHTEEN
I have been out among you, eating and talking and…
NINETEEN
Another day spent wandering the city with the angel, another…
PART IV
Spirit
TWENTY
The road was just wide enough for the two of…
TWENTY-ONE
“You make a very attractive woman,” Rumi said from the…
TWENTY-TWO
Tamil, as it turned out, was not a small town…
PART V
Lamb
TWENTY-THREE
We rode Vana north toward the Silk Road, skirting the…
TWENTY-FOUR
I’ve finally finished reading these stories by Matthew, Mark, Luke,…
TWENTY-FIVE
Philip, who was called the new guy, asked that we…
TWENTY-SIX
You can travel the whole world, but there are always…
TWENTY-SEVEN
The angel and I watched Star Wars for the second…
TWENTY-EIGHT
Joshua’s ministry was three years of preaching, sometimes three times…
TWENTY-NINE
When it was all finished, Simon looked great, better than…
PART VI
Passion
SUNDAY
Joshua’s mother and his brother James found us outside of…
MONDAY
On Monday Joshua led us through the Golden Gate into…
TUESDAY
We all slept that night in the upper room of…
WEDNESDAY
At first light Maggie and I were pounding on Joseph’s…
THURSDAY
It was Simon and Andrew who stormed up the steps…
FRIDAY
Eleven apostles, Maggie, Joshua’s mother, and his brother James gathered…
EPILOGUE
The angel took the book from him, then went out…
AFTERWORD
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
PRAISE
BOOKS BY CHRISTOPHER MOORE
COPYRIGHT
ABOUT THE PUBLISHER
P
rologue
The angel was cleaning out his closets when the call came. Halos and
moonbeams were sorted into piles according to brightness, satchels of wrath and
scabbards of lightning hung on hooks waiting to be dusted. A wineskin of glory
had leaked in the corner and the angel blotted it with a wad of fabric. Each time
he turned the cloth a muted chorus rang from the closet, as if he’d clamped the
lid down on a pickle jar full of Hallelujah Chorus.
“Raziel, what in heaven’s name are you doing?”
The archangel Stephan was standing over him, brandishing a scroll like a
rolled-up magazine over a piddling puppy.
“Orders?” the angel asked.
“Dirt-side.”
“I was just there.”
“Two millennia ago.”
“Really?” Raziel checked his watch, then tapped the crystal. “Are you sure?”
“What do you think?” Stephan held out the scroll so Raziel could see the
Burning Bush seal.
“When do I leave? I was almost finished here.”
“Now. Pack the gift of tongues and some minor miracles. No weapons, it’s
not a wrath job. You’ll be undercover. Very low profile, but important. It’s all in
the orders.” Stephan handed him the scroll.
“Why me?”
“I asked that too.”
“And?”