Lamb: the Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal

Thaddeus, Judas, Matthew, Thomas, Bartholomew, and Simon. You’re the apostles. Now get out there and apostilize.”
    And they all looked at each other.
    “Spread the good news, the son of man is here! The kingdom is coming. Go! Go! Go!”
    They got up and sort of milled around.
    “Can we take our wives?” asked James.
    “Yes.”
    “Or one of the women disciples?” asked Matthew.
    “Yes.”
    “Can Thomas Two go too?”
    “Yes, Thomas Two can go.”
    Their questions answered, they milled around some more.
    “Biff,” Joshua said. “Will you assign territories for everybody and send them out?”
    “Okey-dokey,” I said. “Who wants Samaria? No one? Good. Peter, it’s yours. Give ’em hell. Caesarea? Come on, you weenies, step up…”
    Thus were the twelve appointed to their sacred mission.

    The next morning seventy of the people who we’d recruited to help feed the multitude came to Joshua when they heard about the appointing of the apostles.
    “Why only twelve?” one man asked.
    “You all want to cast off what you own, leave your families, and risk persecution and death to spread the good news?” Joshua asked.
    “Yes,” they all shouted.
    Joshua looked at me as if he himself couldn’t believe it.
    “It was a really good sermon,” I said.
    “So be it,” said Joshua. “Biff, you and Matthew assign territories. Send no one to his hometown. That doesn’t seem to work very well.”
    And so the twelve and the seventy were sent out, and Joshua, Maggie, and I went into Decapolis, which was the territory of Herod’s brother, Philip, and camped and fished and basically hid out. Joshua preached a little, but only to small groups, and although he did heal the sick, he asked them not to tell anyone about the miracles.

    After three months hiding in Philip’s territory, word came by boat from across the lake that someone had intervened on Joshua’s behalf with the Pharisees and that the death warrant, which had never really been formal, had been lifted. We went home to Capernaum and waited for the apostles to return. Their enthusiasm had waned some after months in the field.
    “It sucks.”
    “People are mean.”
    “Lepers are creepy.”
    Matthew came out of Judea with more news of Joshua’s mysterious benefactor from Jerusalem. “His name is Joseph of Arimathea,” said Matthew. “He’s a wealthy merchant, and he owns ships and vineyards and olive presses. He seems to have the ear of the Pharisees, but he is not one of them. His wealth has given him some influence with the Romans as well. They are considering making him a citizen, I hear.”
    “What makes him want to help us?” I asked.
    “I talked to him for a long time about the kingdom, and about the Holy Ghost and the rest of Joshua’s message. He believes.” Matthew smiled broadly, obviously proud of his powerful convert. “He wants you to come to his house for dinner, Joshua. In Jerusalem.”
    “Are you sure it’s safe for Joshua there?” asked Maggie.
    “Joseph has sent this letter guaranteeing Joshua’s safety along with all who accompany him to Jerusalem.” Matthew held out the letter.
    Maggie took the scroll and unrolled it. “My name is on this too. And Biff’s.”
    “Joseph knew you would be coming, and I told him that Biff sticks to Joshua like a leech.”
    “Excuse me?”
    “I mean, that you accompany the master wherever he travels,” Matthew added quickly.
    “But why me?” Maggie asked.
    “Your brother Simon who is called Lazarus, he is very sick. Dying. He’s asked for you. Joseph wanted you to know that you would have safe passage.”
    Josh grabbed his satchel and started walking that moment. “Let’s go,” he said. “Peter, you are in charge until I return. Biff, Maggie, we need to make Tiberius before dark. I’m going to see if I can borrow some camels there. Matthew, you come too, you know this Joseph. And Thomas, you come along, I want to talk to you.”
    So off we went, into what I was sure were the jaws of a trap.
    Along the way Joshua called Thomas to walk beside him. Maggie and I walked behind them only a few paces, so we could hear their conversation. Thomas kept stopping to make sure that Thomas Two could keep up with them.
    “They all think I’m mad,” Thomas said. “They laugh at me behind my back. Thomas Two has told me.”
    “Thomas, you know I can lay my hands upon you and you will be cured. Thomas Two will no longer speak to you. The others won’t laugh at you.”
    Thomas