
One afternoon in Kiparissia, I walked past another restaurant with 3 men sitting outside. The older man invited me over for a biera, so I said, mmm frappe. His name was Christ and he explained to me in his broken English that him, his mom and dad were all born on 25 December! Anyway, we sort of understood each other… The younger guy, Napollos, weren’t much interested in our conversation and I assumed that he didn’t understand any English. Christ asked me about the ‘grande tente’ that he saw by the camp site. I explained to him our operation of packing 44 000 Bibles that we were to distribute to 140 villages in the next couple of days. So they started asking me about my beliefs, it turned out Napollos understood English very well and he translated a bit for me and Christ. So Christ asked me what was my ‘image’ of Jesus. He got up and fetched his ‘ikone’, the little picures on wood, that are to be found all around Greece. So I explained to him that I didn’t have an ‘ikone’, because Jesus was alive and I had a living relationship with Him, so I didn’t need any pictures to pray to. Napollos reckoned that every man is his own God, and I said well I surely can’t save myself. So he asked if I was ‘fanatika’ religious and I said no ‘fanatika’ Jesus! Anyway, Christ wanted a Bible, so I went back to the camp to fetch him one, and took an extra one for Napollos. Which he received gratefully and said it was a nice gift. Later in the week we had supper at Napollos restaurant, his Bible was lying next to the till.
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