THE ANCIENT PATH
By Tessa Harvey
CHAPTER THREE
"What's my crime?!" Gabe asked sharply.
"You have been talking about... Jesus", said the woman red-faced. "That name causes trouble!"
Gabriel was just about to laugh, then realised these people were serious.
"Jesus!" he exclaimed, noting how they both winced slightly. "Jesus is or was a great man. I don't know much about Jesus, but you are certainly making me want to find out more!! All I know is Jesus healed people. Jesus loved people." Then he remembered another fact he had heard. "Jesus is Lord."
The councillors - for that is what they were - turned to leave, but not without a final warning not to cause trouble, for this was a peaceful, quiet town. They were obviously very discomforted!
As soon as the door was shut, Gabe heard sniggering from the kitchen. Jim had been listening. "Real busybodies", he mused. "Still, maybe you should go for a trip for a few days?"
The temptation to stay was almost overwhelming, but it would prove nothing and a glance at Jim showed Gabe the older man was a little worried. After all, soon he would move on, but Jim lived here.
Already he felt quite fond of his new friend.
The next day Gabe set off early for the ancient bridge. It was long and narrow and looked well-built.
It had been fenced off, presumably to protect small children from the turgid, roiling waters below.
The young man placed his hand flat on a post and easily vaulted onto the bridge. He began to walk, whistling cheerfully. After a while, he felt hungry and thirsty, so paused, sat on the plank bridge and watched the river. Looking back, he could see he had probably travelled a third of the span between banks.
As he moved to stand up, again he slipped as he had done yesterday. Gabe clutched the bridge rail desperately.
As soon as the door was shut, Gabe heard sniggering from the kitchen. Jim had been listening. "Real busybodies", he mused. "Still, maybe you should go for a trip for a few days?"
The temptation to stay was almost overwhelming, but it would prove nothing and a glance at Jim showed Gabe the older man was a little worried. After all, soon he would move on, but Jim lived here.
Already he felt quite fond of his new friend.
The next day Gabe set off early for the ancient bridge. It was long and narrow and looked well-built.
It had been fenced off, presumably to protect small children from the turgid, roiling waters below.
The young man placed his hand flat on a post and easily vaulted onto the bridge. He began to walk, whistling cheerfully. After a while, he felt hungry and thirsty, so paused, sat on the plank bridge and watched the river. Looking back, he could see he had probably travelled a third of the span between banks.
As he moved to stand up, again he slipped as he had done yesterday. Gabe clutched the bridge rail desperately.
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