He spotted me through the crowd.
I was manning my post dutifully. Well, as dutifully as a tax collector can.
Rome would get theirs, and I would get mine. Just enough to ease the pain of selling myself to the emperor, enduring the hatred of my people, and overlooking how much I despise myself for this career I have chosen.
I was manning my post dutifully. As dutifully as a tax collector can, I assure you.
He spotted me through the crowd.
"Follow me and be my disciple," he said.
I am changed. I am no longer scum.
I am a disciple of Jesus Christ.
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