RITUAL MURDER OR DINNER PARTY?

My father and some of his siblings converted to Christianity early.

For my aunts and one Uncle, it was to escape something.

The entities my grandfather made deals with.

I lived by his bed for three months when he was dying. I was the only one with no other responsibilities. He spoke in enough languages to get me curious.

At his funeral, more than a hundred people came. I got the impression he’d been respected and feared.

What did he do?

Killed chickens under bridges.

Everyone over 40 at that funeral had killed chickens to eat.

Pliny said the difference is prayer.