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Оглавление“Have you time to stay for a while?” asked John. “We have a Eucharist service at sundown and we would love you to share it with us.”
Seeing my puzzled expression, Polios described what John had meant.
“We share a meal together in our faith, Nicholas, to celebrate the death and resurrection of our Lord. You are very welcome to join us, as an observer. We wouldn’t expect you to participate in any way but you would see how sincerely we all believe.”
I said I would be pleased to be with them whatever they were doing. We were shown into a large room off the courtyard with benches around the wall and a small table in the middle. After a few minutes more people were admitted, a man and two young women.
“This is Joseph and his two daughters, Esther and Elizabeth,” said John. “They live locally and have a stall selling bales of cloth in the market. They have been members of our group for many years. The girls were brought up in the faith.”
They acknowledged my presence and greeted Polios warmly, who introduced me as a friend from Patara who was travelling in search of adventure to Egypt. Elizabeth, the elder of the two girls, was a strikingly beautiful woman I supposed to be in her early twenties. She came over and kissed me on both cheeks.
DAVID PRICE WILLIAMS
