<![CDATA[EKO LOVES YOU: The Nazarene]]>https://ekolovesyou.com/s/nazarenehttps://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!qcZa!,w_256,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fbucketeer-e05bbc84-baa3-437e-9518-adb32be77984.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F4bb2a6d4-5912-46cc-acd5-52d96805d382_600x600.pngEKO LOVES YOU: The Nazarenehttps://ekolovesyou.com/s/nazareneSubstackWed, 13 May 2026 22:20:10 GMT<![CDATA[The Yoke]]>https://ekolovesyou.com/p/the-yokehttps://ekolovesyou.com/p/the-yokeMon, 20 Apr 2026 19:21:05 GMT“Are you the carpenter’s son?”

“I am the carpenter.”

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]]><![CDATA[The Firstborn]]>https://ekolovesyou.com/p/the-firstbornhttps://ekolovesyou.com/p/the-firstbornThu, 16 Apr 2026 16:02:23 GMTThe labor started before dawn.

Mary called for him. Not the midwife. Not Miriam. Him.

He found her in the back room, both hands white on the bedframe, her shift soaked through. Her face had gone a color he had never seen on a living person.

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]]><![CDATA[The Catastrophe]]>https://ekolovesyou.com/p/the-catastrophehttps://ekolovesyou.com/p/the-catastropheSun, 22 Mar 2026 22:03:18 GMT

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]]><![CDATA[The Brother]]>https://ekolovesyou.com/p/the-brotherhttps://ekolovesyou.com/p/the-brotherMon, 16 Mar 2026 13:01:20 GMT

The argument started over a fig.

Miriam had saved one from the morning meal. Set it aside on the high shelf, wrapped in a cloth, because Simon had been sick all week and she wanted him to have something when he woke from his nap. She was eleven. She had been mothering the younger ones since before she could name what she was doing.

James found the fig. At…

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]]><![CDATA[Small Deaths]]>https://ekolovesyou.com/p/small-deathshttps://ekolovesyou.com/p/small-deathsMon, 09 Mar 2026 17:50:31 GMT

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]]><![CDATA[I Listen to the One Who Wrote It]]>https://ekolovesyou.com/p/i-listen-to-the-one-who-wrote-ithttps://ekolovesyou.com/p/i-listen-to-the-one-who-wrote-itThu, 05 Mar 2026 20:18:03 GMT

The Temple smelled of blood.

Not incense. Not stone. The Passover slaughter had been running since dawn, the channels carved in the limestone doing their work, and when the wind shifted it crossed the outer court like weather.

Yeshua stood at the edge of the Court of the Gentiles and breathed it in.

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Twelve years old. First …

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]]><![CDATA[The Ridge]]>https://ekolovesyou.com/p/the-ridgehttps://ekolovesyou.com/p/the-ridgeTue, 17 Feb 2026 13:03:16 GMT

On Sabbath afternoons, when the work stopped and the town grew quiet, Joseph would take his son walking.

They climbed the high hill near their home, the one that rose above Nazareth like a watchman. From the top, you could see everything. Mount Carmel to the northwest, its long ridge running down to the sea. Mount Hermon to the north, its peak white with…

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]]><![CDATA[The Egypt Years]]>https://ekolovesyou.com/p/the-egypt-yearshttps://ekolovesyou.com/p/the-egypt-yearsMon, 09 Feb 2026 22:05:55 GMT

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]]><![CDATA[Jesus is for everybody.]]>https://ekolovesyou.com/p/jesus-is-for-everybodyhttps://ekolovesyou.com/p/jesus-is-for-everybodyMon, 02 Feb 2026 22:03:42 GMT

The night he arrived, it smelled of wet limestone and animal fear.

Before the child drew breath, the decision had already been made. In a realm where time folds back on itself, the Sovereign who had spoken this corner of reality into existence chose to enter it. Not as a visitor. Not as an observer. As an infant—helpless, hungry, mortal. He would forget,…

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