“Would—would you mind?” John said, lifting up his tunic and showing his bare privates, which were covered with sores and greenish scales. “Cover, please cover!” I yelled. “Drop the shirt and step away!” “That’s disgusting,” Joshua said. “Am I unclean? I’ve been afraid to ask my father, and I can’t go to a Pharisee, not with my father being a priest. I think it’s from standing in the water all of the time. Can you heal me?”
