Show Don't Tell: Matthew 9:32-34

In the dusty streets of Capernaum, a crowd gathered, their murmurs rising like the heat from the sun-baked stones. Among them stood a man, his face drawn and weary, eyes shadowed by years of silence. Unable to speak, he was a prisoner of a demon that had stolen his voice and, with it, his very identity. As the crowd pressed closer, they watched in hushed anticipation, their hearts beating in rhythm with an unspoken hope.…