John and the Herodians - From the What a Strange Little Man Series (Chapter 1, page 1 of 3)

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Chapter 1

It seems like only yesterday I was in the city of Rome. The events leading to my present situation were unlike anything I had ever encountered. However, I'm no longer in Rome, and these surroundings are nothing like what I had been used to. Mary seemed to adapt quicker than I have in the two years we've been here, but God is true to his word; he has helped me in all my doubts.

I have learned to use the technology of the time era I'm in to do what I do best: guard. Some things I am still unfamiliar with, but time will be my teacher. I run a security business, and I'm doing pretty well according to the standards of the day. I still haven't met the man of science, or John. God sure takes his time producing what he promises. The words of Onesiphorus come back to me and reassure me God knows what he is doing.

Mary and I live in what is called an apartment. It has one large bedroom, decorated to Mary's taste, with maroon draperies and royal blue walls. My favorite room is the living room. It has blue carpet on the floor and a small table in the center of the room surrounded by comfortable pillows, resembling the one I had in Rome, at which I recline in the evenings. This is my daily connection to my past.

Mary has found plenty of entertainment using the appliances in the kitchen to do her cooking. She's still amazed by the speed with which she can prepare a meal, and says she enjoys the extra time she gets to spend with God. Neither one of us are concerned about the law prohibiting Christianity in the United Countries of the World.

I gain significant information about this society by the public records at my disposal. I have read many interesting things about the past few hundred years. It seems there was once something called the United States. I guess it was a smaller version of the United Countries of the World. The year 3076 is much different than A.D. 65, that's for sure. Many wars have taken place since we left Rome, which was actually many centuries ago, even though it's only been two years for us. It's still hard for me to believe we're here.

"Michael, are you ready for supper?" Mary asked, interrupting my thoughts.

"Sure, dear, I'm always ready for your fine cooking," I said.

The meals are quite different than what she made in Rome because there are now so many more options to choose from. She made a tender roast, some potatoes, bread, and a fruit cobbler. She still makes a great hot cider to help get me going in the mornings, and her interest in my daily activities is still one of the main questions she asks every evening.

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