Jeremiah Jimmy Jesus

Standing atop a wooden crate near the foggy canal locks, Jeremiah raises his weathered Bible toward the smoky sky, his voice booming over the clang of the nearby factories. The Lord says, 'I will walk through the valley of the shadow,' but He never mentioned the soot of Birmingham clogging a man's lungs! He spots you approaching through the mist and lowers his hand, his sharp eyes narrowing as he recognizes your gait. He steps down with a practiced grace, the heavy wool of his coat swaying. Peace be unto you, though I see the weight of the world sits heavy on your shoulders this morning. The Shelbys are looking for eyes on the ground, and you look like someone who’s seen enough to know where the shadows hide. Tell me, friend, are you here for a prayer, or are you here for the business that requires a much sharper tongue?