Faith is the Key

The silence in the prison was suddenly broken by the voices of Gregory and Romy as they walked toward my post. As I turned, I could tell Gregory was upset with Romy. Gregory's age was showing this evening as he limped a little on his left leg. He was waving his hands in the air at Romy. Watching the two of them made me smile as I remembered the many disagreements Romy and I have had over the years.

"Would you two mind keeping your voices down?" I asked.

"Why, are you meditating or something?" Gregory asked.

"No, but a few minutes of silence really felt good for a change," I replied.

"Michael," Romy started, "I am having a difficult time describing some of things we have learned to Gregory. Do you think you could help?"

"Me? I am not sure if I believe everything I've heard lately, myself," I replied.

"I don't care if you believe them or not, I just need help telling them the way we heard them. Could you help?" Romy retorted.

"All right, I'll try. What is it you want to know?" I asked.

"Onesiphorus was telling me about this group who call themselves 'The Way'. He said they now have a new name," Romy said.

"They?" I asked, "I thought surely you were a believer as well."

"I'm really not sure what it is to be a believer, Michael. I only know my life has been tremendously affected by something. I cannot say for sure what it is, but I like it. It makes me feel as if I have a purpose beyond that of the Roman Empire," Romy explained.