Let’s Chat! The Advocate

Welcome, everyone!

I have the pleasure of spotlighting a masterful piece of work by Randy Singer: The Advocate. It fits perfectly on the stage and among the props of our recent Holy Week.

The Advocate

This 2014 novel by Randy Singer centers on Theophilus, a brilliant young assessore (advocate/attorney) in A.D. 33 Jerusalem, who witnesses and unwittingly contributes to the trial that changed the history of the world: Jesus’. This young man is one of Rome’s elite. In addition, he studied under Seneca the Younger alongside Caligula, who was to become one of the most notorious of Roman Caesars.

As a fourteen-year-old student, Theophilus found himself at odds with his friend and fellow student, Caligula. He couldn’t have imagined where his life’s path would take him–all the way to the cross of Christ.

The Trial of Jesus

At Jesus’ trial, Theophilus stands behind Pilate and whispers, “Offer to release Barabbas.” Jesus is obviously innocent. Theophilus figures if given the opportunity, the people will choose the release of the gentle man over a blackhearted criminal. Surely.

But the strategy backfires. And Theophilus witnesses an innocent man suffering as a guilty one and dying by crucifixion. The trial alters the world. And the experience never leaves the advocate. It haunts him.

The Trial of Paul

Three decades later, Theophilus has proven himself in the legal ranks of the Roman Empire. He has survived the insane rule of Caligula and has weathered the cruel tyrant’s quest to control the woman he loves. He has endured the mindless violence of the gladiator games and the backstabbing intrigue of the treason trials.

However, it is the trial of a man named Paul that proves to be the apex of this young man’s life and the defining experience for his troubled soul. Remembering the injustice of the first trial, he sets out to prove Paul’s innocence and thereby change the fate of the empire.

But can the advocate stand before the most notorious Caesar of them all–Nero–and mount an effective defense that will keep another innocent man from execution? 

My Thoughts

I was deeply moved by this story. No wonder it was a 2015 Christy Award finalist and winner of the 2015 ECPA Christian Book Award. As a lover of historical fiction, I was captivated by Singer’s presentation of the advocate’s training at the feet of Seneca. And by the unique weaving into the story line his friendship with Caligula as a boy.

The scene in which the advocate finds himself an unwitting witness to the trial of Christ and spontaneously offers his idea to Pilate is mesmerizing. His haunting memory of the injustice of Jesus’ trial, and his defense of Paul will remain with me always. 

I wholeheartedly recommend this powerful novel. It brings Ben Her to mind. It’s thoroughly researched and masterfully presented. Absorb the eighteenth and nineteenth chapters of John prior to reading this novel. Go back to Acts and reacquaint yourself with Paul’s missionary journeys. Reread his prison epistles: Ephesians, Philippians, Colossians, and Philemon, and I believe you’ll be as captivated as I was. 

Like me, you might experience a goosebump or two. Let me know your reaction. I’d love to chat with you about it.

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Lord, we pray Your blessings on Randy Singer as he writes for You. And let us not fail to tell others the greatest story ever heard.
~ For Jesus’ sake


2 thoughts on “Let’s Chat! The Advocate

  1. Debbey

    Love your books!

    1. Thank you, Debbey!


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Let’s Chat! Rome: Wrong Place, Wrong Time

Wrong Place, Wrong Time

 thought of Rome, Italy today. 

I peeked in on an online “party” sponsored by CelerateLit Publicity for authors and readers. And found this discussion question:

Have you ever been unfortunate to be in the wrong place at the wrong time?

I‘m sharing my wrong place/wrong time experience. And I’d love to hear yours. Anyone who shares below will be entered into a drawing for a $10 Amazon gift card!

My Wrong-Place/Wrong-Time Story

Rome trafficRome, Italy. July 1973. Hot. Muggy. And noisy. Traffic in Rome … Well, it defies description. My family had traveled miles in a cramped little Fiat. We were hot and tired. But mainly, we were hungry. 

The hotel I’d found in a travel brochure boasted fine beds that turned out to be marginally acceptable. The “toilet” was a shared affair down the hall. Of course, no air conditioning, so we flung our windows open. Beneath us, Rome’s traffic was something out of a stock car race nightmare. Hoping the noise would decrease toward bedtime, we figured we’d find something to eat. Let the traffic die down a bit.

We hadn’t a clue about Rome or her traffic.

Rome traffic
ith our hands over our ears, we gathered in the open-air lobby that edged the Roman stock car race.
Shouting which direction we’d likely find our supper, we paused at the street corner. Our heads wheeled side to side, and our eyes strained to follow the flow. Whiplash in the making. Not a single pedestrian crosswalk in sight. Did Romans not believe in traffic lights? It was every man and woman for themselves.

Rome traffic
And Then It Happened

I caught movement out of the corner of an eye. Had a big black bird fallen from the sky?

Twirling around, I discovered … ready for this? … a man. A little old man dressed in a black, three-piece suit had jumped out of a doctor’s office window, missing me by inches.

With a collective gasp, we on the busy sidewalk backed up, creating an open-mouthed circle around the poor fellow. He was alive, thank God.

Rome traffic emergencySomeone ran inside to call an ambulance. I inched toward him, wondering what I might do to help. I found a set of false teeth at his side. My first thought: If he lives, he’ll want his teeth, for heaven’s sake. So I ran around the circle asking (mainly signing) for a handkerchief.

A gentleman figured out what I was asking and handed me his. I wrapped up the poor man’s teeth and stuck them in his coat pocket. As the ambulance pulled up, and a team carted the man away, I prayed he’d recover.

Looking Back on Rome

I never dreamed I’d find myself in such a position. How often does a person witness such a desperate act, much less stand only inches away? Forty-five years later, I still have questions:

  • What was so terrible the man chose not to face another day?
  • Did he survive the fall? If so, with what injuries? 
  • What if he’d fallen a few inches to the left? Would I have sustained injuries?
  • Did he know Jesus?
  • And did he ever wonder if the wild-eyed woman dancing circles around him was an apparition? Or really that crazy?

Rome running in circles
Lord, only You know the twists and turns of each of our lives and the places they’ll take us. Only You have the answers to all our Whys. I’d like to think a boy standing beside his mother on the sidewalk that day is now an emergency room physician. I pray You straightened the kinks in that man’s life and gave him peace before he died.
~ For Jesus’ sake

4 thoughts on “Let’s Chat! Rome: Wrong Place, Wrong Time

  1. Sonnetta Jones

    Everyone know that I love to watch cop shows but I never thought that I might be cop in a would be episode. I was walking home when I heard the sirens. I thought they were really close but I was not sure. Two seconds later I saw a black car speeding around the corner followed by the cops. The car slammed into a parked car and the driver left the car. He was heading straight for me. I always thought that if I was ever in that situation I would hell put the cops by tripping the guy. Reality is very different. All I knew was that I did not want to become a hostage. I leaped out of the way as they ran pass me. I could not wait to get into my house. That day I was not curious enough to peep out my window.

    1. Oh my goodness! That sounds terrifying. Thank God you hid. I would’ve too. 🙂

  2. Marilyn R

    Wow, Linda what an unfortunate experience just by being in a place at the wrong time. I’ve never experienced anything that dramatic. My most unfortunate event when a10 year boy darted across the street on his bicycle as I was traveling on a one way street. I was able slam on my brakes but the the right front bumper hit the bike. The boy suffered a leg fracture and there was a witness that saw he had darted out onto the street when my car was visible. Thankful it wasn’t worse, but it was a devastating experience as a young career lady in a new town.

    1. I can imagine how traumatic it must have been. I’ve often thought about that happening to me. I’ve been known to stop after a near miss and give a kid biker a lesson on bike safety. It’s terrifying!


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