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I don't belong here, I really don't. Heaven is the last place I expected to end up after all I done. But I'll tell you how I got here.

I am -- I was -- an armed robber, I guess you'd call it. Me and the others would live in caves in the Judean hills near the road from Jerusalem to Jericho. We made our living on the people who came down the road. We wouldn't take people in the big groups that passed. They traveled together just on account of us. But a family might be an easy mark…

My name is Zion. I've never written anything before, I'm not even sure if that last punctuation mark was supposed to be a comma or a semicolon. But my story begins and ends on my hill.



I had just woken up from a restless night of tossing and turning. My wife and I were in the midst of a fight that I was sure would never end. She had gotten up and left in the early hours and taken a walk, but she had not returned since. Our son was sleeping in his crib and his rest was so p…