The Destiny

"Not in so many words. He did believe in God, who is the Father of Jesus Christ," he explained.

"Interesting. Who was Jesus' mother?" I asked curiously.

"Her name is Mary. Her giving birth to the Messiah was miraculous," Onesiphorus said.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"She had been with no man before Jesus was born. Many say this was a fulfilling of prophecy. I am not as well educated on prophecy as I am on Jesus," He said.

"If his birth was foretold it would certainly explain Nero's fear of our strange little prisoner," I said.

Onesiphorus paused in reflection as his countenance changed dramatically.

"Could you imagine raising the Son of God in your home? I sometimes wonder what Mary encountered with the child Jesus," He pondered.

"Do you suppose she ever had to correct him?" I asked seriously. It was hard for me to accept Jesus as I saw him earlier, which makes it ever harder to think of him as a child.

"He probably played and learned as any other child in the city," Onesiphorus said.

"The most supreme being I have ever seen in my life; playing like a child. That sort of puts a new twist on things doesn't it?" I asked.

"I would certainly say it adds to his credibility as a Savior," Onesiphorus added.

"I see what you mean," Mary said, "If he grew up as we did then he would certainly understand our struggles, wouldn't he?"