What A Strange Little Man (Chapter 4, page 2 of 7)

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Chapter 4

I interrupted him, "Why did that cause such an uprising? People are always doing strange things today."

He quickly responded, "Well, you see, they were doing things that only the high priest was allowed to do, such as showing them a way of forgiveness of their sins without making any kind of sacrifice. But what really made us angry was they were using the name of Jesus, instead of Jehovah, to do this!"

"And this is wrong?" I asked innocently.

"Oh yes my friend," He said, softly yet sternly, "At least I thought so at the time."

I thought it odd that he would be calling me his friend when in just a little while I would be escorting him to his death.

"There was only one way for a man to have his sins forgiven," he continued, "And it most certainly was not by calling on someone named 'Jesus'!"

He stood up and paced to the back of his cell until he was covered in darkness. The cell was very dark since torches or candles were not permitted. The only light they could see came from the hole cut in the door at the top of the stairs at the end of the hall during the day and at night light was provided by torches and candles along the walls in the hallway. It was always drafty and cool during the day, and could get very cold at night.

He was noticeably agitated as he seemed to lose his train of thought. Then from the darkness his voice cried out: "How could I have been so blind, Lord? How could I have been responsible for so many deaths?" Then he paused as he drew a silent breath, and whispered, "And how could you have forgiven me so easily?"

He drifted away in thought, and I stood as the captain came around the corner.

"It looks like today is his lucky day!" He stated matter-of-factly, "Nero has taken ill and won't allow his execution until he is well again. So he may have a few more days yet…at least for now."

The captain walked by, never missing a step as he climbed the stairs, un-bolted the door and stepped outside.

I could tell it was quite breezy outside from the dust that was propelled down the stairs as the captain left. I turned to look at my prisoner who was now kneeling on the floor, hunched over as if in pain, and weeping uncontrollably.

Once again he had managed to peak my curiosity to an insatiable level, but I could not bring myself to disturb him any longer. I picked up the chair I had perched on moments ago, and returned it to its place against the wall across the hall from his cell. Romy poked his head around the corner to my left, and gestured for me to come where he was. I wondered what mischief he could be into now, and responded to his gesture. However, I was not prepared for what I was about to see.

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