When I finished the story, one researcher, a tiny Japanese man about five years past retirement age, jumped up and clapped. He laughed aloud and told me to forget all the crappy stuff I learned in college.
During the first century, one could take their pick from various views of Jesus, the new Christian church, and its relation to other religions. As an orthodoxy emerged, competing ideas were rooted out. ‘Heretics’ were hunted down.
He refused to take any money and said that I could help him with something one day, but I honestly doubted that I had any skill he would be interested in.
But I bet that sometimes the muse does a dance, and, for reasons unknown, you churn out 1,000 words. Or, heaven forbid 2,000.
Another wordless Wednesday.