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Time to pray. Eye carry my coat and one bible book the market they watch me like a hawk they think eye am stealing as eye walk the truth is we have little money for our work they pay poorly here or not at all eye have never stolen a slice of bread at all or given reason to them to suspect me of anything but truth the arm is still swollen where the ogre of a blacksmith hit me my side hurts like a fire my left arm hanging almost useless as eye drape my jacket down and let it drag a little in the dirt no one seems to care that we are Christians hurt. Mark the disciple of Christ is there somewhere behind me he seems to have little stomach left for this Spartan life he wants to leave us and stay in a real city with a woman for a wife eye think he may depart me soon. The bread was moldy the wine sec the wagon keeper barely noticed me the arm set to heal as the side throbbed in appeal to JESUS as eye walked beside the wagon wheel looking for a wine bottle that was sealed most of them were not. Eye have so many infirmities now the wine seldom makes me feel anything like better the lead the Romans use to line the bottles with leaches into the bottle and could kill a normal and yet we drink not sparingly but all there is in hopes of getting high again on GOD. The bread was horrendous there we only took a half loaf each the mold we peeled at on the end of each to try to make a meal in hopes of one more day of life. The bugs come out at night so thick like Roman legions buffeting the skin the naked and the dead regret the Roman bug bites. O God, who by the preaching of thine apostle Paul hast caused The light of the Gospel to shine throughout the world: Grant, we beseech thee, that we, having his wonderful conversion in remembrance, may show forth our thankfulness unto thee for the same by following the holy doctrine which he taught; through Jesus Christ our Lord, who liveth and reigneth with thee, in the unity of the Holy Spirit, one God, now and forever. This was the night that having finished writing this eye lay my hands upon the brow of Luke and let him feel the power of the healing of the Spirit. He is anointed now to preach the Gospel and he writes down some of what we do upon the trail. Eye took another pull from the wine bottle and handed it back to MARK he looked at me and smiled and pulled a goodly amount then passed it on to Luke we at least were brothers for tonight all drinking from the cup at least the same old bottle up. The Jews at the temple were very mean to LUKE today they tried to stone us with some bricks set near the wall. "I have been crucified with Christ; it is no longer I who live, but Christ lives in me; and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave Himself for me. I do not set aside the grace of God; for if righteousness comes through the law, then Christ died in vain." From my mother's womb before eye was born a Jew of Tarsus eye was meant to be the Preacher that eye now am become what is Rome to me but an avenue of escape they will kill us all that live Holy and preach the namme of Jesus. The Cross is what is saving us. The bread and wine just symbols of his death not sustenance and yet the fish is great the every time we eat there seems to be so many more of them than the time before it is a miracle we always have some baskets left to hand out to the crowd of people there who listen to our words they eat the portions of the broken meat and bread and find the Lord.




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