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SPQR – For the glory of the people and the Senate of Rome

He Claims to be a Citizen

It is at the end of the ‘hour of prayer’ at the Temple of Jerusalem and Marcus Drucillus, First Spear Centurion of the Third Gallica Legion has just dipped a large hunk of army bread into a bowl of garum, fermented fish sauce. The summer sun has been up for over three hours and though the day is not yet blazing hot, it soon will be. Marcus missed his morning meal because of administrative duties and allows himself this one brief luxury of bread, garum and army wine before he straps on his chainmail, helmet, takes up his vitis, a vine-stick that is his symbol of office, and makes his rounds.

The Shacharit is nothing that he pays attention to. The Jews have their rituals and the army has its own. Today it is coming to a close and for some reason unknown to him, a tumult of voices have been raised. The Jews, annoying at best, normally follow a predictable pattern and agitation on their part is almost always a cause for irritation on his part. In addition to his chainmail, he pulls on his lorica segmentata, armor and cinches it tight. Usually a show of polished armor and arms is enough for the Jews, but not always.

Leaving the centurion’s watch room, Marcus nearly runs into Claudius Lysias, his superior officer, and camp prefect, moving with two centurions, subordinate to him. “Oh, Marcus, good, you’re here. We must hurry.”

Two cohorts have been called up and forming outside, in the courtyard of Jersulem’s Antonia Fortress. The call to arms, which had been passed from man to man is now being announced by cornu.

The duty centurion reports to the Camp Prefect and to Marcus, “A riot has erupted at the Jew’s temple, all Jerusalem is in an uproar. A Jew from Cilicia was beaten in their temple and was then thrown out. The priests have shut the bronze doors to keep everyone out including us.”

“We have no place in their temple. Our mandate is to keep order, and to defend the honor of Rome.”

The crowd of angry Jews grows larger by the minute and the First Cohort, led by Marcus moves the crowd back, revealing a middle aged, bald, bearded man who has received a respectably sever beating. Marcus blows a whistle three times and the cohort forms a hollow square, shields up, gladius sheathed but ready.

Lysias approaches the edge of the hollow square and shouts out, demanding to know what the beaten man did. He is answered by a cacophony of voices, all saying something different.  He turns to Marcus, “bind him and take him back inside of Fortress Antonia and we shall see what he says.”

As the cohort moves back into the fortress, supported now by a second cohort, and soldiers manning scorpions on the walls, wound and loaded.

There are sixty steps from the temple courtyard to the Antonia gate. At the top of the gate, the prisoner, speaking Greek, asks if he may speak with Lysias, the commander. Lysias, like many Romans through the East is of Greek extraction. He is surprised that the prisoner speaks Greek.

“Where are you from?”

“Tarsus in Cilicia. I am Saul, a Cilician Jew who studied under Gamaliel, and in my time, I hunted Nazarenes under instructions from the High Priest and the Sanhedrin. But that changed on the Road to Damascus when I was on my way to collect more prisoners. Jesus of Nazareth appeared to me and told me to take his teachings to non-Jews.”

“You worship the Nailed God? Wasn’t he executed twenty-five years ago?”

“Yes, but he lives, for I saw him…may I speak to the people?”

“Very well, but make it brief.”

When Saul of Tarsus speaks from the top of the sixty steps, the crowd roared, “It is not fit that he should live.” They cast off their clothes and throw dust in the air to emphasize their point. It is a custom.

Lysias told Marcus, “Take him back into the fortress, strip him and have him beaten. There must be more to this.”

As the prisoner is being tied to a column with leather thongs, the flagellator ties, Saul, the prisoner asks Marcus whether it is lawful to whip a Roman citizen who has not been sentenced by a magistrate. Marcus motions Lysias over, “He says that he’s a citizen, sir.”

Apart from checking records in Tarsus there is no way to know whether the prisoner’s claim is true, but citizenship can be purchased. Lysias himself is a peregrine, who obtained his citizenship during the reign of Claudius, when the empress Valeria Massalina notoriously took bribes to arrange for her husband to grant citizenship to large numbers of people. Saul tells Lysias that he was born a citizen of Rome.

The next day, officers of the Roman garrison take Saul, who is also known by the Roman name, Paulus, to the Sanhedrin to determine what charges they might wish to lay against the prisoner.  The meeting turns into a heated argument between the Sadducees who do not believe in resurrection and the Pharisees, who do, and the Romans walk out, with their prisoner while the argument rages.

Murder plots and political outrage course through the town and Lysias decides to kick the matter upstairs and send Saul to Antonius Felix, Procurator of Judea at Caesarea to let him decide what to do with the potential citizen of Rome.

Two centuries of legionnaires, two centuries of auxiliary spearmen and seventy cavalrymen march from the fortress in the third Roman hour of the night as the summer sun sets. The heavy guard marches as far as Antipatris in the Judean Hills. The infantry returns to the fortress and the cavalry takes Saul to Caesarea.

Paulus/Saul is kept at Caesarea for a year. In 59 AD, he asserts his rights as a Roman to appeal directly to the emperor and is sent to Rome with other prisoners, accompanied by elements of the Third Gallica Legion. After surviving a shipwreck on the Maltese coast, prisoners and soldiers arrive in Rome in 60 AD. Paulus is released by Emperor Nero, only to be executed in Rome on other charges several years later.

See Acts, 21; 31


  1. This is really well done LL…offers the minds-eye a realistic depiction of this Act episode as if it happened yesterday.

      • Never understood how preachers could go through Acts verse by verse, completely loses the richness of the historical interaction.

        Bob Cornuke’s book, The Lost Shipwreck of Paul The Apostle, is a terrific read.

        • When I read scriptures, I always see the human element, the historical element, because to me, that is what makes them valid. Saul/Paulus/Paul was either as human as you and I or the story takes on an aspect of falseness and inquiry into facts validates that.

          For example, we know for a fact that it was the Third Gallic Legion that garrisoned the Fortress in Jerusalem, next to the temple when this happened. And while we may not know the nitty gritty details, we do know who the Camp Prefect (local commander) was and we know that he was very likely a Greek who had obtained Roman citizenship – before he became a soldier. Adding those details to the account described in Acts just makes it more vivid and the characters more believable.

          And our own lives have their own validity as well, neither more nor less valid than the life of Paul-the-Apostle. Not as well read, to be sure, but equally valid.

          • Exactly. Context is critical to understanding, certainly of Scripture, makes it come alive. (Cornuke does this with his expeditions and books

    • What Campfixer said. Love this kind of history. Thank you.

      Asking for a friend–The priests did what to the bronze doors?

    • I cast about for something I could do for a Sunday that would be poignant without being preachy.

    • I’m glad that you enjoyed it. It’s difficult to find topics to blog on within the time I allow myself to focus on it. I try to do something, even if it is only a little thing, on Sundays. The history of the Roman empire (as documented by records and by historians like Pliny the elder and younger, Roman Generals, or Josephus, a Jewish general in his own right) combined with the Bible and research by so many others allow for a little creative license.

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