I Appeal To Caesar!

Petra, and they believe Jesus is the Messiah. Caiaphas and his agents would never think of you being there!

“Rabbi Ezra, the spiritual leader is a true scholar and man of integrity, and I have already sent a message to him about you. It will be a haven of rest for you, a place where you can earn your living, and a place where you will be loved and protected and have time to better order your arguments for Jesus the Messiah. It will be a suitable place for serious prayer and reflection. Stay there until the Lord tells you to leave.” Paul bows his head in deep humility and speaks with tears, “I will go, and cause no more upheaval. You, my friends, will ever be in my heart. May God bless you all.” Weeping, Saul embraces his dear friends. * * * * * In the dead of night, there is a soft knock on the door of one of the few homes built into the Damascus wall. This unusual house has a main room that projects out over the great wall. Saul opens the door, quietly admitting the oil- presser and two friends. They carry with them a very long rope attached to one of the baskets used for the disposal of olive waste materials. The smell is horrific! The basket resembles a large bag, and it is already half-filled and very odorous! A man’s body shape would not be discernable in this bag-like contraption. Garbage and messy dregs of the oil production were at times lowered over the great walls in this fashion, sometimes at night. Anyone examining this particular basket would immediately recoil from the ferocious odor, knowing what it was. Just outside this portion of the wall, there are great heaps