The Moat, Justified by Faith Alone

&#xA; A boy stood at the ship&rsquo;s rail. He was sixteen. He had money sewn into the lining of his coat. He watched the dock and the German architecture in the distance. Bremen. &#xA; A priest moved through the crowd with a Bible, pressing verses into palms. The boy took one and folded it into his pocket without reading it. He knew the words already. They had been ringing in the Palatinate since…