Paul, Apostle of Christ Page #5

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We never met.

Was she that good of a singer as well?

And Peter's snoring.

We won't miss that.

We won't miss that.

They truly were

miserable days being with you.

I do miss them.

Hmm.

Praise God that he put you

into my life, brother.

I don't know where I'd be without you.

Well, from malaria to blood loss,

you would be most certainly dead.

Oh, Luke, no.

It's quite boring.

Just a man walking around

giving very lengthy speeches.

The only exciting bit is

the stoning of this fellow.

Mauritius...

I have heard outrageous rumors

about this man.

A sorcerer of the dark arts,

a charmer of snakes and demons,

a man capable of healing the crippled

with just a touch of his cloak.

A healer?

No, my point, you don't make

a man your leader

just because he trips

and falls in the road

and then travels around a bit and

says a few things.

There must be more to the story.

You need to get him

to confess something.

What else would he say that he

hasn't already spoken at his trial?

A man on trial will say whatever

he can to save his hide.

But he has been convicted.

He will be executed.

No man wants to leave this life

without a legacy,

without boasting

of his own glorious deeds

so the world can remember him forever.

Appeal to his arrogance.

Perhaps.

I come here to find some peace.

You cannot see any of Rome.

You cannot see what has become

of this great city.

I misjudged you.

You are much more of a soldier

than a preacher.

A man with a great deal

of blood on his hands.

Sins of a past life,

by God's grace washed away.

Sin, grace, mercy.

Your philosophical scribblings

tell me nothing

about why the Christians look

to you as their leader

and why Nero singled you out

as the chief enemy of Rome.

I think you already know the truth,

that we were not responsible

for the fires.

Why does Nero bring

this accusation upon you?

Rumors abound in the streets

about your powers.

Perhaps it is these supernatural things

that are seen as such a threat by Nero.

I have no powers.

Then the stories are not true?

They are all true.

So why do your people boast

about your powers?

I've never said these things

in my life to boast.

I boast only of my weaknesses,

so that God's power may rest on me.

Very few men admit weakness.

Certainly none boast of it.

I boast of it gladly,

for this power is sown in weakness.

I assume you have earned riches.

Land.

Influence amongst your people.

Maybe it is what has roused

Nero's jealousy.

I've never taken a single coin

for my work for Christ.

Really?

The good news of salvation is free.

It was given to me freely,

and I give it away for free.

So you have certain powers,

but claim to have no authority

to use them.

You've done miraculous things,

yet do not boast for glory.

You make no wages for your work.

You're sounding less like

a leader and more like a slave.

A slave that has been set free.

We're Romans. We're already free men.

All men are a slave to something.

That Greek,

he is risking his life for you.

Why?

He believes people should know

the certainties of my life.

My daughter is sick.

If I pray to your Christ,

your God, will she be healed?

I don't know.

His ways are not my ways.

So you offer nothing.

I offer the truth of salvation

that has been set on my heart.

The Greek can take his papers.

I see no value in them.

He'll be released tomorrow.

Prefect Mauritius.

The Greek, Luke,

he is a great physician.

His talents are unmatched.

No.

I would not anger the gods

by bringing a Christian into my home.

I said that you could help his daughter.

How could I bring healing when he

and Rome bring so much suffering?

You know this man even better than I do.

You

used to pray to the gods of Greece,

just as he does the gods of Rome.

In your account of the Lord,

why did you write so often

of the poor

and the outcasts and foreigners?

I guess I wanted others to understand

God's kingdom is open to us all,

that his mercy is for everyone.

Exactly.

We can never forget

what it was like to be lost.

And to be found.

Do not worry, brother.

When the moment comes,

you will have the strength

to do what is right.

Where sin abounds,

grace abounds more.

There's nothing more I can do.

How is that possible?

I have spoken with others.

No one has answers.

And she's not responding

to anything I have tried.

I have no more ideas.

Think of something else.

Make another sacrifice.

Plead to the gods for her life.

Take heed, Mauritius,

you are a good man.

The gods can still hear you

and heal her.

You missed the doctor.

You have been telling me

to get out for fresh air,

so I... So I got out.

There is nothing else he can do.

I had no doubt.

We should not speak here.

Do you fear that which the gods

might hear you speak?

And here you accuse me

of angering the gods,

but what of you?

There is gossip amongst

the wives of the guards

that you treat this man of Tarsus,

who spits in the face of Rome,

with a degree of sympathy.

He's a Roman citizen.

If there is any degree of kindness,

it's because of that.

What kindness

is harboring a Greek Christian

against a direct order of your emperor?

You should be tried

and executed for conspiracy.

And yet you think that I anger the gods!

I harbor the Greek, because

the husbands of these gossips

were paid to look after him.

Your daughter is dying,

and you dare dishonor the gods

by your actions?

All these years,

I have been loyal to you.

While you were gone!

While you were away on your campaigns.

You don't think I was lonely?

You don't think

I was starved of affection?

I had nothing.

Nothing!

And then she was born...

That precious baby girl.

And she was my...

My joy.

She was my life while you were gone.

But now you threaten

to take away my joy,

my life away from me, because you refuse

to look at your own selfish ways!

This is not my fault.

It is all your fault!

By witness to all the gods,

I say that her death

will be on your head.

Enough!

Do it.

Save me the trouble for when she dies.

Halt!

This way. Quickly.

Down the corridor. Go!

Please! I beg of you!

Free us!

Brothers, save us!

Down here!

Quickly. We've come to release you.

Who sent you?

We come in the name of Christ.

You bring violence against government

officials in the name of Christ?

The moment arises to overthrow

this cursed power

and return it to the people.

By whose authority

do you think Rome has power?

You will die here.

And your cause will die with you.

Christ has already triumphed

over every enemy by the cross.

You say you come in his name,

but it is clear you do not know him.

Cassius, we have to go. Now.

Fools.

Check the prisoners.

Yes, sir.

So, this is how

my kindness is repaid?

My prison broken into.

My guards killed.

There will always be those

that try and take justice

into their own hands.

You do not take any responsibility?

If we were responsible,

wouldn't you be in that cell

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