A Call

The phone rang. I thought it’d be Matthew or Mark, my best buddies, but surprisingly it was Luke whom I hadn’t heard from for quite some time.

            “Watsup?” I asked.

            “It’s John,” he replied quite anxiously. “He Acts like a Roman now, that terrible lot!”

            I didn’t see why that was such a big deal but soon enough, it dawned on me. “I thought he was a Corinthian even though his dad is originally a Galatian and his mum an Ephesian.”

            “Yes. See that’s the problem with mixed breeds. Good thing I'm fully a Phillipian,” he put in.

            I was confused. “It’s been a while since we’ve spoken but I thought your dad was a Colossian and your mum a Thessalonian.”

            He chuckled softly. “You’ve got me confused with Timothy, Titus’ step-brother.”

            “Oh, okay, our past head prefect. What of his close friend, Philemon though? Do you still hear from him?”

            “Yeah. He even speaks Hebrew now just like James and Peter.”

            I should learn too. “That’s nice.  Well I gotta go now. My brother John says hello, by the way.”

            “Okay. My brother Jude says hi too. Take care.”

            I hung up. Wow, now that phone call had revealed a lot. Sort of like a…well…Revelation

For those who didn’t catch the drift, the conversation made use of all the books in the New Testament. Explains why part of it might not have made so much sense (  ._.) (._.  ) Anyhoo…