What A Strange Little Man (Chapter 8, page 1 of 6)


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Chapter 8

Mary was unusually talkative this morning, and I hoped it hadn't offended Onesiphorus, since women in some cities were not really permitted to speak without their husband's permission. Mary, though, had never felt like she needed my permission to speak, and I never gave any indication for it.

"I hope my wife did not offend you, my friend. We have a very good relationship, and we tend to forget the ways of others. We don't get many visitors, so I'm sure she was quite excited to see someone else in our home besides me," I offered as an excuse.

"Yes, well no offense was taken. And you are correct in your assumption of Ephesus. We do have some trouble with women who overstep their place, but they are usually the busybodies and don't know what they are talking about anyway. I enjoyed my conversation with Mary. I can't help but wonder, though, how is it that she is a believer and you are not?" He asked.

"To be honest with you, Onesiphorus, I just found out myself," I said chuckling.

"Really? Amazing! And you were not angry with her?" He asked.

"At first, I didn't know what to say. But with recent events still fresh on my mind, I couldn't be angry with her. I have always thought there was a higher power than the Emperor, but I never voiced my opinion for fear I would end up where we are headed now, only as a resident," I said humorously.

"There is a certain danger to it, isn't there?" He responded, respectfully.

"Mary is a strong woman. I don't know what I would do without her. If she wants to believe in this 'Jesus', she will get no argument from me. Besides, if it makes people act like you and my strange little prisoner, it can't be all that bad, can it?" I reasoned.

The sun was up in full strength as we walked toward the prison. I knew it would be much cooler once we were inside. I was still wearing my amulet, but for some strange reason it didn't bother me now. My new friend didn't seem to care if his amulet was showing; it bounced on his chest as we walked together on the dusty road. The crowd had started filtering into the marketplace, and soon the noise would begin. The shop owners were very persistent in trying to get your business. They would call out their wares and 'special deals.' Every owner assured you his deal was the best in town. Sometimes I would grow weary of them, but I had passed this way enough that they knew when they could approach me and when they should leave me alone.

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