Praise be to Yahweh

"No, my friend, I woke nice and dry on the outside, but the buzz of last night is still within me, though," I answered.

"I can only imagine," He said.

Mary called us to the kitchen to eat. As usual, she had cooked enough for an army, and we ate well. The conversation around the table was focused on the strange little man, and the events of last night. She had made some fresh bread and prepared some tasty looking fish. We were both very hungry.

I can only say," I started, as I reached for some bread, "that last night has made a profound impact on me. I won't be able to see anything, or anyone, the same anymore."

"God is famous for that very thing, Michael," Onesiphorus stated.

"If this is what every Christian feels, I can understand why men like our prisoner would be so influential. After all the different gods that Romans have worshipped are discovered to be no more than a piece of marble on a stand, I can see why the God of Christians would be so controversial," I said.

"Yes, many gods have come and gone, and I can say I have never encountered one like the one I serve now," Onesiphorus said.

"Are you going to actually get to meet Nero today?" Mary asked.

"I doubt it," I said, "He rarely mingles with the guards."

Her change of subject matter left us quiet as we thought about the day that was ahead of us. No one in this house wanted to lose a man who had become such an important part of our lives. Nero was another matter, though. It seemed people in powerful places were always fearful of losing that power. It wasn't very appealing to me. I could not imagine having to look behind me everywhere I went for fear of safety. I was happy just being a guard. It affords some amenities without all the headache of powerful positions.