John and the Herodians - From the What a Strange Little Man Series (Chapter 6, page 2 of 3)

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Chapter 6

"In light of what we are experiencing, I'd have to agree," Tom said.

"He is also known as the disciple of love," I said.

"It will be interesting to see how this characteristic of John manifests," Woody said.

I was beginning to believe Woody was more compassionate than I had first thought him to be. His eyes revealed something different than his face. His bearded face depicted the struggles of his life. I was sure every crease in the skin around his eyes told a different story. I tried to imagine what it would be like to be a Christian influenced by these enigmatic times. Where did these Christians hide? Did they have a secret meeting place?

"How many Christians do you know?" I asked Woody.

"It's hard to say. Some are reluctant to express their beliefs in public," he explained.

"Is there a place where you can meet with them?" I asked.

"I'm sure there is, but it has been a long time since I have attended such meetings," he paused, rubbing his chin, "I'm not sure if they still consider me to be a Christian. That's how long it's been."

"That could explain Mr. Ryan's subterfuge," I said.

"Yes, it could," Woody agreed.

This complicated things a bit. How were we supposed to know who to trust? I tried to convince myself Jesus would reveal the Christians to us.

"This is really going to take some faith on our part," I said.

"Without a doubt," Tom agreed.

"Just remember what the angel told you, Michael," Mary interjected.

"How can I forget? I'm sure that God is the reason we adapted to this time era so quickly," I said.

"Jesus, angels, are there any more interesting things about you, Michael?" Woody asked.

"I'm sure he's seen things we can't even dream about, Woody," Tom said.

"I'm sure you're right, my friend," Woody said as he turned his attention back to the big book.

There was a long period of silence while we each read from different books, desperately trying to find information about John before he was revived. Peace settled in on us as we read. Each of us started making notes on tablets of paper with the anticipation of sharing information upon completion. After many cups of coffee and cider, we stopped reading.

"Lots of good stuff, here," Tom offered.

"Before we start comparing notes, I think it would be a good idea to pray," I said as I recalled the incident in my front room back in Rome.

We joined hands as we sat around the table.

"Jesus," I started, "Come to our aid in this hour of need. We need to know about John before you wake him from his long sleep. Please allow the information we have gathered to flow in the right direction. Amen."

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