Jesus watched his little brother, playing in the dust. The soldiers didn't seem to have done lasting harm to the lad - more harm seemed to have been done by their parents keeping them under tight guard after the last time they'd gone to Jerusalem. James was a good lad; totally different to his serious, witty eldest brother, with his sturdy good looks and cheek. He had his own brand of charm, and tended to work far harder than he liked to let on. They all knew where Jesus was going, James however was a different proposition. He could manage the carpentry, but his carving was beautiful. He had a feel for the inherent beauty of wood, grafting to bring out the delicate beauty of the grains and knots. He resented being kept with Jesus at all times - Jesus was no fun. At least, that had been what James had thought, until he discovered who Jesus' friends were. Especially the one they called Mary of Magdala...
James
Jesus watched his little brother, playing in the dust. The soldiers didn't seem to have done lasting harm to the lad - more harm seemed to have been done by their parents keeping them under tight guard after the last time they'd gone to Jerusalem.
James was a good lad; totally different to his serious, witty eldest brother, with his sturdy good looks and cheek. He had his own brand of charm, and tended to work far harder than he liked to let on. They all knew where Jesus was going, James however was a different proposition. He could manage the carpentry, but his carving was beautiful. He had a feel for the inherent beauty of wood, grafting to bring out the delicate beauty of the grains and knots.
He resented being kept with Jesus at all times - Jesus was no fun. At least, that had been what James had thought, until he discovered who Jesus' friends were. Especially the one they called Mary of Magdala...