I viewed what must have been several hundred people, some sitting, some standing, but all were troubled by the unusual circumstances taking place right before their eyes.
"Michael, it's good that you are here. I hope you have the words to address this unpleasant crowd," Herod said.
I looked out over the crowd and saw a vast array of different nationalities represented. The ceiling was high above their heads with flags from the different countries waving from the blasts of air produced by the massive air-conditioning vents lining the walls just beneath the ceiling. It was a breath-taking sight to behold so many different nationalities in one room all fighting for one cause. I hoped I could change all of that.
I stepped up to the podium and tapped on the microphone, which brought a silence to the room. All eyes were now on me. If God is going to do something, now would be the time.
"Good morning," I started. "My name is Michael Arelius. I am from Rome."
The crowd began to murmur among themselves. The sound was increasing the longer I delayed.
"I am not from your time era," I said suddenly.
I would not have said that under normal circumstances, but this was far from being normal. It did, however, bring the desired result, for a hush came over the crowd.
"I was brought to you by the Holy Spirit. I am not here by accident, or even my own design," I said with confidence.
As I paused to allow them to digest my last statement, Herod stepped up to join me.
"I was asleep last night, with my door closed and two men in the hall. As I rolled over in my bed, I noticed Michael standing in my room. I reached for my weapon under my pillow, took aim, and pulled the trigger time and again. Nothing happened. My gun was fully loaded before went to bed. It simply would not fire!" He explained as if he still didn't believe it himself.
I interjected, "I was just as shocked as he was. I was about to retire to bed myself when an angel appeared before me and told me of a dream your leader has been troubled with lately. He then brought me to his room and left."
"Go ahead," Herod said. "Take your best shot!"
Herod's statement caught me by surprise, but as I saw what he was looking at I noticed a man in the front row had jumped to his feet, pointed his hand gun at me, and pulled the trigger three or four times. Nothing happened. A deafening silence came over the entire crowd as they noticed what had taken place.
