without answering the movie question. “You know, the time between his early teenage years and when he began his real ministry at about thirty years of age.”
“Juliette, let her learn from Dr. Myers.” Turning to Tamara, Fielding said, “You’ll find the recordings fascinating. But, by all means, talk with Dr. Myers.”
“I’m sure I will. That has always been a fascinating period in history for me.”
“Then enjoy!” he said. On a less enthusiastic note, he added, “We’ll talk again about this.”
As the meeting broke up, Juliette showed Tamara where Dr. Myers’ office was. The man was in, and seemed genuinely happy to see the auditor.
“Please come in, come in. Have a seat.”
His office, like so many of the scientists, was filled with books, but his desk was very neat, holding only a computer terminal on one corner and a pad of paper before him. Tamara noted that he wrote with a gold fountain pen, a very archaic touch but one that she liked. She had a great-grandfather who used fountain pens and had one almost exactly like that.
After the usual pleasantries, she got right to the point. “Dr. Stryker has given me permission to learn all I can about your Project J – which, I assume, stands for Jesus?”
“It does,” he agreed. “But I’ll wager that you applied some pressure on him to gain this privilege.”
She laughed. “True. I had to threaten him with the report I’m supposed to write. He certainly does not seem happy with Project J.”
“No, he’s not. But he’ll get over that. Dr. Fielding says that he’s a grump but will come to realize the tremendous value of this project. And the tremendous publicity it will mean for Chronodyne. He’s mostly unhappy that the target was chosen without his consultation.”
“Target? Is that how you refer to Jesus Christ? A target?”
“A technical term only.” Myers set the gold pen on the pad and pushed both a little way from him. “I am extremely happy that I was chosen to participate in this project. Can you imagine what it means to a scholar who has studied Biblical times and people all his life, especially this man, to be able to talk to him, to ask questions?”
“Yes, I think I can. When I was in college, I was interested in that period. And, to be honest, in the Jesus story. I read many books about it. Even took a class in Biblical History. There are so many interpretations of his life, so many ways of looking at him. Some truly believe he was the only Son of God. Others that he was only a man. Some say he was a political rebel who wanted to overthrow the Roman occupation, others that he was simply a rabbi teaching his beliefs. It is a fascinating story. I wanted to find out the truth for myself.”
“And did you?”
“Of course not! There are so many unanswered questions, so hard to know what to believe! I sometimes felt that I could almost grasp a feeling for what had happened two thousand years ago. Then I would read another book and what I thought I understood came into question. But the truth? No. I could find nothing I could point to and label it the truth.”
Myers smile faintly. “As so many others have found, there are no easy answers. Until now...”
“Do you believe that this is really Jesus Christ, Doctor?”
“Please, call me Seymour. Or even Sy, if you wish, although the only person who called me that was my wife.
“And the answer is yes. I believe this man has the exact memories of the man who walked this earth two thousand years ago.”
Tamara leaned forward to ask earnestly, “Then what was he?”
“That, my dear, is a little hard to answer. I can tell you this: he believed that he was chosen by God to prepare his people for the immediate coming of the Kingdom of God on this earth. In
“Juliette, let her learn from Dr. Myers.” Turning to Tamara, Fielding said, “You’ll find the recordings fascinating. But, by all means, talk with Dr. Myers.”
“I’m sure I will. That has always been a fascinating period in history for me.”
“Then enjoy!” he said. On a less enthusiastic note, he added, “We’ll talk again about this.”
As the meeting broke up, Juliette showed Tamara where Dr. Myers’ office was. The man was in, and seemed genuinely happy to see the auditor.
“Please come in, come in. Have a seat.”
His office, like so many of the scientists, was filled with books, but his desk was very neat, holding only a computer terminal on one corner and a pad of paper before him. Tamara noted that he wrote with a gold fountain pen, a very archaic touch but one that she liked. She had a great-grandfather who used fountain pens and had one almost exactly like that.
After the usual pleasantries, she got right to the point. “Dr. Stryker has given me permission to learn all I can about your Project J – which, I assume, stands for Jesus?”
“It does,” he agreed. “But I’ll wager that you applied some pressure on him to gain this privilege.”
She laughed. “True. I had to threaten him with the report I’m supposed to write. He certainly does not seem happy with Project J.”
“No, he’s not. But he’ll get over that. Dr. Fielding says that he’s a grump but will come to realize the tremendous value of this project. And the tremendous publicity it will mean for Chronodyne. He’s mostly unhappy that the target was chosen without his consultation.”
“Target? Is that how you refer to Jesus Christ? A target?”
“A technical term only.” Myers set the gold pen on the pad and pushed both a little way from him. “I am extremely happy that I was chosen to participate in this project. Can you imagine what it means to a scholar who has studied Biblical times and people all his life, especially this man, to be able to talk to him, to ask questions?”
“Yes, I think I can. When I was in college, I was interested in that period. And, to be honest, in the Jesus story. I read many books about it. Even took a class in Biblical History. There are so many interpretations of his life, so many ways of looking at him. Some truly believe he was the only Son of God. Others that he was only a man. Some say he was a political rebel who wanted to overthrow the Roman occupation, others that he was simply a rabbi teaching his beliefs. It is a fascinating story. I wanted to find out the truth for myself.”
“And did you?”
“Of course not! There are so many unanswered questions, so hard to know what to believe! I sometimes felt that I could almost grasp a feeling for what had happened two thousand years ago. Then I would read another book and what I thought I understood came into question. But the truth? No. I could find nothing I could point to and label it the truth.”
Myers smile faintly. “As so many others have found, there are no easy answers. Until now...”
“Do you believe that this is really Jesus Christ, Doctor?”
“Please, call me Seymour. Or even Sy, if you wish, although the only person who called me that was my wife.
“And the answer is yes. I believe this man has the exact memories of the man who walked this earth two thousand years ago.”
Tamara leaned forward to ask earnestly, “Then what was he?”
“That, my dear, is a little hard to answer. I can tell you this: he believed that he was chosen by God to prepare his people for the immediate coming of the Kingdom of God on this earth. In
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