Facing The Restless Crowd

"Herod, there is a power higher than you; much higher," I said, feeling an unusual calm.

"I hoped there was, that is why we came to where you were earlier. This brings me to another question. Where did you, or we, go? I remember giving the order to shoot all of you, and then we were here. It left us quite unnerved," he said much calmer than before, but still uneasy.

"You should hear what I've been through the past couple of years," I said.

He motioned for his men to leave the room. As they left the room, they looked at each other as if to say they had never seen Herod act this way before.

"Go on," He implored, as he looked at me.

"I am a man from the first century, just as Woody's discovery is from the first century," I started.

"Amazing. But how?" He asked very perplexed.

"It's rather hard to explain, but I'll try," I said hesitantly, not knowing what I was going to say.

As I explained my story to him, he sat on the edge of his bed as if he were a child listening to a bedtime story. When I related the parts of the story about Jesus, he had me go into as much detail about him as I could. I did my best, but felt as if I failed telling it the way it felt inside. Even after two years it still burned in me as if it were yesterday.