Paul, Apostle of Christ Page #6

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awaiting your own execution?

How can it be that by words alone,

you spit in the face of the Emperor?

By words alone,

you seem to defy Rome itself.

Words do not threaten

to destroy empires.

Because perhaps they are not just words,

they are the truth of things.

You keep saying truth. Truth.

But it's only a truth according to you.

If it were the only truth,

everyone would believe it.

Not so.

Christ, who is truth,

rose from the dead.

Many still do not believe.

Lies. Fabrications.

If Christ had not risen from the dead,

then our preaching is useless,

and so is our faith.

Oh?

And you have no doubts at all?

Men do not die for things they doubt.

You claim you serve a god

who is above all other gods,

and yet all I see before me

is an old man in chains.

Your life, a summary of beatings

and filthy prison cells.

I deserve worse, but...

There is grace enough for everyone.

To be rich,

not poor.

To be powerful,

not weak.

To have slaves and servants, not be one.

It does not take an intelligent man

to look around and know

that the world is missing something.

Do not question the greatness of Rome.

And what of the love

for a sick daughter?

What does Rome offer her?

Another word and I send you

to whatever god you want.

You're right,

my daughter is dying.

The gods do not answer me.

There is another way.

No. There is not.

Your Christ solves nothing.

Mindless sentimentality

for the weakest and poorest

to make their pathetic state livable

until they are buried

in the ground and forgotten.

Tomorrow there are games at the circus.

Take the Greek there,

so he can die for the glory of my gods!

No!

And may this give me favor

for my daughter.

No!

Luke. Luke!

You should have

escaped when you had the chance!

And show the man from Tarsus

how Rome treats its enemies.

Help us finish the race, Father.

Cassius and the others have disappeared.

The city is on alert.

How could they do this?

They're putting everyone at risk.

Confused, selfish young men

with their own ambitions.

I would not expect them to return.

But Luke will die in the morning

along with our brothers and sisters.

I only wanted to help this city.

Now there's nothing

but the stench of death around us.

How many more would have died

without you here?

My heart breaks for Rome.

I know I can't help everyone,

but Christ has asked us to try.

I do want to stay here.

But we're stronger together.

I know you.

You're the one traveled with Paul.

Luke, the physician.

I am.

Do you know what will happen to us?

They tell us nothing in here.

There will be games tomorrow.

Everyone, gather around.

Gather around.

Come. Come.

It will be a moment of pain.

But only a moment.

Only a moment.

And then we shall be home

in the presence

of our Lord Jesus Christ forever.

You see, in my heart,

I felt that there should be some kind

of retribution against the Romans

for the crimes that they have committed.

But there can be only one way.

Remember as our Lord

spoke from the cross.

Father, forgive them,

for they know not what they do.

He has also asked us

to pray in the same way.

So, let us pray.

Our Father...

Our Father...

...who art in heaven,

hallowed be thy name,

thy kingdom come, thy will be done,

on Earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread,

and forgive us our debts

as we forgive our debtors.

And lead us not into temptation,

but deliver us from evil.

Amen.

Please save her.

I can't lose her.

Whatever it takes. Please.

Bring the Greek here. Now!

Yes, sir.

Can you save her?

Quickly, give me your knife.

Now.

Your daughter's chest

is filling with blood.

If I do not drain it, she will die.

Your knife, please.

Thank you.

Give me your hand.

Pen and parchment, please.

You will find Aquila and Priscilla here.

Tell them I sent you here

for these things.

And they must be brought back

to me immediately.

I believe I know what's wrong with her.

It is a sickness I've seen once before

on the island of Rhodes,

but there is much to do

to try and save her life now.

You are trusting me

with your daughter's life

just as I am trusting you

with the lives you see there.

Go now.

No, there is no more bread.

Open the door! I need

to speak to Aquila and Priscilla!

Take the children.

Go, go, go.

Okay.

Open the door! Please!

Please! Open!

Are you Aquila?

I'm looking for Aquila and Priscilla.

Where's Aquila?

I'm Aquila.

Luke sent me.

Luke sent you?

Yes.

I need your help, please.

My daughter is dying. Please. Please.

The Greek is alive.

Oh, praise God.

Because of him, my daughter lives.

He didn't have to save her.

He sent me to a place for supplies.

It was full of your people hiding out.

He knew I could report them,

have them all thrown

into the circus today.

I am grateful.

My wife, my daughter are grateful.

I only hope it has shown you

something true.

I am sorry for Nero's circus.

I am sorry your people died today.

Have you ever been sailing?

Yes.

Imagine yourself looking out

at the vast sea before you.

You reach down, and you put

a hand into the water,

and you scoop it up towards you.

Immediately, the water starts

leaking through your fingers

until the hand is empty.

That water is a man's life.

From birth to death,

it is always slipping

through our hands until it is gone.

Along with all that

you hold dear in this world.

And yet the kingdom I speak of,

that I live for,

is like the rest of the water

out in the sea.

Man lives for that cup of water

that slips through his fingers.

But those that follow Jesus Christ

live for that endless expanse of sea.

What if, after all this,

I still do not believe in your Christ?

I wasn't trying to convince you.

Listen to me.

There's only a moment.

It's not me.

It is Christ himself that looks upon you

and shatters your defenses.

And in that moment, you will understand

that you are completely known by God

and you are completely loved.

I will pray that moment comes for you.

I think I would like a walk

to enjoy this sun.

Of course.

You saved his daughter.

They will know us by our love.

This is the Way.

I heard the cheers of the crowd

from the Roman's house.

I shall not forget their faces

for as long as I live.

Trumpets would have sounded loudest

when they arrived home.

A mighty celebration was held today.

A mighty celebration.

If we live, we live for the Lord.

If we die, we die for the Lord.

Whether we live or die,

we belong to the Lord.

That's brilliant.

I now have an ending.

Listen to this. For two whole years,

Paul stayed there in Rome

in his own rented villa.

No. House.

And welcomed all who came to see him.

He proclaimed the kingdom of God

and taught about our Lord

Jesus Christ with all boldness

and without hindrance.

There. That should make you sound good.

What of my second arrest?

Of the trial at the Forum,

of Nero's verdict,

of the darkness of my cell?

I have begun my telling of these events

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