Chapter 19 Sabah of Antioch

On this day, I heard Saul of Tarsus preaching Christ to the Jews in the city. He now called himself Paul, the Apostle to the Gentiles.I have known him since I was young.At that time, he persecuted the friend of the Nazarene.I still vividly remember how elated he was when his accomplices stoned the young Stephen in his prime. This Paul is indeed a strange man, and his soul is not the soul of a free man. At times he seemed like game in the woods, wounded and hunted, looking for a cave to hide in, hiding his pain from the outside world. He doesn't talk about Jesus, he doesn't repeat what Jesus said, he talks about the Messiah that the ancient prophets foretold

Though he himself was a learned Jew, he addressed his fellow Jews in Greek, which he stuttered and phrased in many ways. But he has a hidden power, which is quite popular with the audience around him.Sometimes, he could convince them of things he wasn't sure of himself. Those of us who knew Jesus and heard him speak believe that Jesus taught man how to break the chains that bind him, and thereby free himself from yesterday. But Paul makes chains for tomorrow's man, and in some name he does not understand, he strikes the anvil with his hammer. The Nazarene wants us to pass this time with passion and joy; the Tarsus wants us to remember the laws written in ancient books.

Jesus breaths His breath to the breathless dead; I believe and understand this miracle in lonely nights. When he sat at the table, the stories he told brought joy to the diners, and his joy sweetened their meals. But Paul wants to prescribe our meals and cups. Now please let me look elsewhere! Salome's song to a girlfriend He is like a poplar shining in the sun, Like a lake among lonely mountains, Glistening in the sun; And like the snow on the top of the mountain, So bright and white in the sun. Sniff, he's like all this. I fell in love with him. But I'm afraid to see his face,

My legs cannot bear the burden of my love, I can't wrap my arms around his legs and feet. I want to tell him: "I killed your friend on the spur of the moment, Will you forgive my sins? Will you be merciful, Free my youth from my folly, Let her use your light to go forward? " I know he will forgive my dancing, For this dance his friend lost his holy head; I know he'll see me as an audience, Hear his teachings and sermons; For there is no valley of hunger that he cannot cross, Nor was there a dry desert through which he could not walk.Smell, he is like a tall and straight poplar tree.Like the lakes in the mountains, like the snows of Lebanon, I would like to cool my hot lips with his clothes.But he was far away from me, and I was already ashamed.Whenever I wanted to go to find him, my mother would drag me back.Every time he passed by, I longed for his heroic appearance, but my mother would frown contemptuously, and hurriedly pulled me back from the window and let me go back to her boudoir.And she will shout, "Isn't he just another locust from the desert?" and laurels?Wasn't he the one who instigated the foxes and jackals of the Cursed Land to howl in our palace and snatch our throne?Hide your face from now on until one day his head falls, but not on your plate. "My mother said these words, but I don't remember a word of her in my heart. I fell in love with him secretly,

Fire burns in my sleep. Now he is gone, Something in me has also gone, Maybe it was my youth, I don't want to stay here any longer, For the spirit of youth has been slain.