Walking through the squeezed-in streets, some wide enough for pedestrians and others wide enough to be a “two wagon” road, a Roman citizen begins to observe a normal day in the streets of Rome, Italy. The magnified aroma of incense mixed with various animal sacrifices clouds up to blend with the sights of the marketplaces filled with small figurines representing the gods and goddesses of the time. Each citizen attends to his or her responsibility. Some worshipping the idol and others buying and selling goods. The area is filled with the morning noises of conversation, traders, buyers, mother’s looking for her children, heavy animal breathing from pulling the farm carts in from the nearby village fields and the old guy yawning as he passes by.
Blacksmiths are hard at work, clanging their hammers at the new metal mold of a sword for the soldier and steaming the coals for the upcoming farmer’s tools. In the hearts and minds of each citizen lurks the need to worship an idol in order to appease the gods, gain good status to prosper for the day, repay debts or find satisfaction beyond the dreary earthly life. The exchange of emperor engraved coins for payment strikes memory recall that the Emperor is ever so close, one of the gods, to be worshipped and ready at any moment to unleash a vicious attack toward any siege against his empire. The gods seemed real, alive, powerful but sometimes extremely distant to citizens. No matter how real, the end result of the Roman Empire proved that the gods were not real, alive, powerful or anywhere to be found. Will our children live to see the downfall of their life like the Roman Empire, to have only concluded their Jesus was fake - never real, alive, powerful or anywhere to be found?