Crippled No More

The First thing that I did after the morning was run to each of my friends' jobs. At first they didn't notice, because they thought it impossible that I had recovered so suddenly. But after they had seen my, they were amazed. After a while, I returned to the men who had healed me, this time with a crowd of following people. "These are the ones! These are the ones who saved me!" "Gods! the gods have returned to us!" shouted one man. Immediately, those around me started preparing sacrifices to them, but the two men shouted back at them saying, "Men, why are you doing this? We too are only men, human like you." This merely slowed the people down, but suddenly a group of men emerged from the crowd and started speaking vial things about the men. "No!" I tried to say, "These men are good people! They healed me, they saved me!" But no one would listen to me. The same people who were trying to sacrifice to these two men were now picking up stones and hurling them at them. One of the men was getting chased, so I quickly helped hide him in a building nearby. I spent the next couple of hours talking to the man, who I learned was named Barnabas, about a man named Jesus. I had thought I had heard of him, but I wasn't quite sure who he was. Well after spending some time talking about it, I made the decision to follow Christ. Once things had quieted down outside, Barnabas and I went outside and found Paul outside the city. Luckily, he was not fatally injured, but he and Barnabas knew it would be unsafe to remain in the city. Promising to return, the two left the city; Once I was home, I celebrated the miracle that had happened that day and spent the night talking to my friends about the mercy of God.