Jesus
The carpenter raised his hammer, and let it fall heavily on the nail he'd lined up with precision. He smiled as it made contact: each smart tap, tap, neatly driving the flat-headed nail into the joint, securing the leg of wood to the heavy table he was working on. Selecting a set of larger iron nails, sweat beading on his brow, he hammered the next row of joins with more force. K-thunk, K-thunk. The repetitive rhythm was calming, reassuring… painful? A sudden searing flash of a future in which cruel nails would be driven into his flesh and bone, securing wounded legs to bloodied wood… The hand of the carpenter that reached for another long nail, held between his lips, froze in mid-air. An unrelenting thump, thump. The cruel hammer, disregarding the writhing agony of their victim as cold iron pierced sinew and broke through flesh, securing human wrists and feet to rough wooden plinths. The carpenter shuddered as each heavy thump resounded, echoing through his mind, as though he ...