The Boy Who Would Become The Savior
mustapha umoru@umorumustapha596358
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YOUNG CHRIST (Epilogue)
Biblical Fiction
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The years had passed, but the memories of the School of the Spirit remained vivid, etched into the hearts of those who had been shaped by its lessons and the one who had brought them to life.
Abigail sat alone in a candlelit room, the quiet hum of the evening settling around her like a comforting embrace. Her hands rested on a worn leather journal, its pages filled with the visions that had guided her since she was a girl. She traced the faded ink of her earliest entries, her mind drifting back to those transformative days.
The School had been a place of discovery, of growth, and of pain. Yet, above all, it had been the birthplace of hope. She smiled softly, remembering the way Jesus had walked among them—not as a figure of authority but as a friend, a mentor, and a light that illuminated their paths.
In her mind’s eye, Abigail saw John, now a young man, standing boldly in the crowded streets of a bustling town. His voice rang out, confident and unwavering, as he called people to repentance and spoke of the arrival of someone even greater than himself. The fire in his eyes mirrored the passion Jesus had sparked in him so long ago.
Peter’s face came to her next. No longer the brash and impulsive boy she had known, he had become a pillar of his community, mentoring others with the lessons he had learned through hardship and love. His strength was now tempered by humility, his leadership grounded in service.
And then there was Judas. His absence was a void that cast a shadow over their shared history. His choices had led him down a path none of them could have anticipated, and though Jesus had forgiven him, the weight of his actions lingered like a wound that refused to heal. Abigail whispered a silent prayer for his soul, hoping that even he might find peace.
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Far from the bustling streets and crowded towns, Mary and Joseph stood together in the quiet of their home. Their family had grown, their other children filling their days with laughter and love. Yet, no matter how full their lives became, their thoughts often turned to their eldest son.
Joseph leaned against the doorway, his gaze fixed on the horizon. “Do you think he’s safe?” he asked softly.
Mary joined him, her hand resting on his arm. “He’s never truly alone,” she said with quiet conviction. “The same God who sent him will sustain him.”
They stood in silence, their faith a steady flame that burned even in the face of uncertainty.
A new dawn shifted to a dusty road winding through a barren landscape. The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows over the earth. Jesus walked alone, his steps steady and purposeful. His pack was light, but the weight he carried in his heart was immeasurable.
Ahead of him lay the unknown, a future filled with both triumph and heartbreak. Yet, his resolve remained unshaken. He had been preparing for this moment his entire life, and though the road would be difficult, he knew it was the one he was meant to walk.
He paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping across the horizon. The wind stirred his hair, carrying with it the faintest whisper of voices—his friends, his family, and the countless lives he had yet to touch.
A small, knowing smile played at his lips as he resumed his journey.
His time had not yet come, but the world would never be the same again….
We have come to end of this fictional story. I hope you enjoyed reading it as I enjoyed writing. 😊
Now all I want you to do is drop a comment on what you think about the whole novel. Has it helped you in anyway, I want to know.
