Religious themes have often figured in my writing, sometimes to the forefront and sometimes hovering in the wings. Even in Bunderlin I couldn't let it slip by completely so a couple of interfering vicars have brief walk-on parts.
In my short Gospel of Eleazar, I dip my toes in the water of a much larger pool which I hope to dive into once Whitaker's Basin is finished. And in the meantime, it's a pool into which my character Freddie Whitaker dips his toes and gets his fingers... er, wet.
This was my starting premise: Stories don't just get invented out of the blue. People don't suddenly decide to starting putting around a tale of someone coming back from the dead, for example, or being surrounded by angels and other mysterious visitors at birth. If they do, folk don't believe them. But if they have known someone really remarkable, they will often tell stories of what they know about them. And they might just embellish the tales they tell. And then someone else might chip in with their own memories. And they might just add a bit here and there to beef it all up. Then things that someone else altogether said or did get thrown into the mix. And eventually the original guy, still there underneath it all, is hidden. Except to the kid who isn't in on the con-trick about the emperor's clothes – that kid can see the original.
I tried to become that kid and I re-read the gospels. I was pretty familiar with them already but the guy underneath it all kept trying to show himself. Sort of. That's pretty much how my Gospel of Eleazar came about. Have a look at it, folks. See what you think. It's a free download at Smashwords.