John and the Herodians - From the What a Strange Little Man Series (Chapter 7, page 2 of 6)

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Chapter 7

The front room was suddenly filled with people; all shouting angrily about something. The man who seemed to be the leader of the livid mob pointed his weapon at Woody and fired. The bullet passed right through him, but no harm came to Woody. I watched in amazement as the rest of them open fire on all of us, but no harm came to any of us.

"Michael! Michael!" Mary shouted. "Wake up! You're shouting," she said.

I sat up in bed, and was shaking all over. Woody and Tom were soon standing in the doorway of our bedroom.

"What happened?" Woody asked.

"Are you guys alright?" Tom asked.

"Michael was dreaming," Mary said calmly.

I caught my breath as I placed my hand on Mary's shoulder to steady my spinning head.

"It seemed so real!" I gasped.

"What did?" Woody asked.

"Yes, tell us your dream," Tom urged.

"The bullets passed right through us," I said trying to remember more details of the dream.

"Bullets?" Mary asked.

"Yes. There was an angry mob outside; Mr. Ryan was here, only his name is William Conrad - they broke in and just started shooting!" I said, piecing the dream together.

"Slow down, man. It's all right, nothing like that happened. It was just a dream," Woody pleaded.

"Yes. I know, but my dreams seem to always have some sort of meaning," I explained.

"He's right," Mary said. "The dreams he had prior to our arrival were the most fascinating I've ever heard."

"Onesiphorus said it was a way that God communicated with us," I said wishing he, or Paul was here right now.

"The sun's about to rise. Let's go to the front porch," Woody suggested.

I crawled out of bed, still tired from the dream, and made my way to the porch. The breeze coming across the mountain was fresh and cool. The multicolored pigment of the sky revealed God's splendor as the sun peeked over the horizon, announcing his creative passion.

"What a view," I said staring at the blended shades of red and pink.

"It makes you wonder how people can dismiss this beauty as simple science," Woody offered.

"I'll go in and make some cider and coffee," Mary said.

"There's no need," Woody started, "I have it all set on a timer. It should be brewing about now," He said looking at his watch.

The four of us stood there taking in the sight, which seemed to bring a feeling of awe. I wondered about the infinite knowledge it took to create something so wonderful.

The front porch of Woody's house was about twenty-five feet across and fifteen feet deep. The stone under our feet was unusually smooth and different shades of gray. The outer edge, in front of us, was lined with Grecian columns that appeared to be marble. Several reclining chairs were backed up against the front wall of the house. I made my way to the closest one.

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