Jesus looked the Bishop square in the eyes. He had the patience of infinity and it showed when the Bishop flinched after five minutes of intense staring. The Bishop dabbed at his sweat pearled forehead with a silk kerchief and wrung it until it dripped. He had seen too much within the gaze of the Son: benevolent mirth, that infinite patience, and an all encompassing love. The Bible got that much right. Jesus stroked his beard and leaned forward, placing his elbows on his knees. “What makes you think that lead can stop me?” He asked the Bishop. The Bishop instantly wished he had gone for the micro fleece kerchief instead of the silk.