Americans

I decided that If I was going to go on, I would need to buy some more bread, but I would first need to earn some money.

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  As I passed along the roads of Italy I noticed an American couple pulled over, off to the side. It had looked as if the had run out of fuel and were lost. So, I came to the agreement that I would go over and offer my assistance, but the couple seemed very suspicious off my offer. I had told them that I would go and get them the fuel they desired but I would need some money to cover the expenses. As they stood there in front of me consulting, the wife told her husband not to give me the money, for she feared I was just another street beggar who could not be trusted. To show the women that I was no less then she was, I offered to leave my bundle with them so that they would know I would return with their fuel and money. When I had come back with their fuel and remaining money, I refused to accept their gratitude, for I was slightly offended they would think I was a thief.

The Circus

A couple of days ago, when I was about to get my loaf of bread from the baker, I over heard a couple of ladies questioning the baker about my presence. First they thought that I was one of the pastures recruits,b but that assumption wasn't good enough for them, they wanted to know more about me and were I was from. What if they figured out were I was really from and what if they got "them," I had to think of something and fast. Then I remembered a newspaper artical I had come across, It was in Itaian so I didn't understand it all, but from the parts that I could make out, I understood that a circus  was coming to town, so I decided that if anyone asked who I was and were I was from, I would just say I was part of the circus!

“God of the green pastures and the still waters, I am David and I choose you as my God!”

God

Today as I was gathering my belongings,  it came to mind that maybe "the man" who had helped me escape might have had reason for his well being. He had be right about the bundle, among other things, so maybe he was right about directing me to Denmark. As I started reflecting, I remembered the compass that was among the bundle he had given me, but as I pulled it out of the pack, I had slipped between two rocks, dropping the compass in to the heart of the ocean. Lost for words, I immediately become worried, for I didn't know how I would go on without the it. Right as I was about to give up, I recollected the magnificent "God" Johannes would talk about back at the camp. He had said that God was a mighty person who could help you chose from right or wrong and who would help guide you through the ups and downs that life may through at you. This lead me to consider that If I chose a God to talk to then maybe he would help me through my journey. After considering many God's I had heard the men and women in the camp talk about, I decided to select God of green pastures and still waters.