entreating. “Have you not heard? You cannot serve God and manna. Will your greed buy you one day more? I tell you even the hairs on your heads are numbered. Will gold give you one breath that is not allotted you already? No!” He bellowed this last with such force Carina jumped in her seat. She was mesmerized by his voice, by his quick stride back and forth across the stage, as though he could have no peace until all the words inside had found release. He was John the Baptizer, gaunt and uncomely,