The Boy Who Would Become The Savior
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YOUNG CHRIST (Chapter 10).
Biblical Fiction
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The day dawned with a rare stillness over the School of the Spirit. A heavy mist blanketed the campus, muting the usual chatter of students and the rustling of trees. Abigail sat in the prayer garden, her hands trembling as she clutched her journal. Her normally bright and curious eyes were clouded with unease.
She had seen something again.
The vision had come to her the night before in a vivid rush. Images of Jesus surrounded by crowds, their faces twisted with anger and betrayal, flashed before her eyes. She had seen a crown of thorns pressed onto his head and a cross towering against a stormy sky.
Abigail tried to push the images from her mind, but they clung to her, haunting her every thought. She had to tell him. But how could she? How could she share something so painful with someone she cared for so deeply?
Later that morning, Jesus noticed Abigail’s unusual silence in their scripture study class. She barely glanced up when the teacher, Mrs. Tabitha, praised her interpretation of a psalm. Even Peter, who usually teased Abigail relentlessly, stopped to ask if she was okay.
After class, Jesus caught up with her as she hurried toward the library.
“Abigail,” he called gently.
She froze, her shoulders tensing.
“Wait,” he said, catching up to her. “What’s wrong? You’ve been quiet all morning.”
Abigail glanced around, as if worried someone might overhear. “It’s nothing,” she muttered, clutching her journal tighter.
“Abigail.” His tone was soft but firm. “I can tell when something is troubling you. Please, let me help.”
Reluctantly, Abigail allowed Jesus to lead her to the prayer garden. They sat on a weathered bench beneath an ancient oak tree. The mist had begun to lift, revealing shafts of sunlight breaking through the clouds.
“I had another vision,” Abigail said finally, her voice barely above a whisper.
Jesus waited patiently, his calm presence encouraging her to continue.
“It was about you,” she said, her voice trembling. “I saw… I saw people turning against you. Crowds yelling at you, rejecting you. There was a crown of thorns… and a cross.” Her words tumbled out in a rush, tears spilling down her cheeks. “I didn’t want to tell you because… because it’s awful. I don’t want it to be true.”
Jesus reached out, gently taking her hands in his. His eyes, warm and understanding, met hers.
“Abigail,” he said softly, “thank you for sharing this with me. Truth, no matter how painful, is never a burden when shared in love.”
“But what if it happens?” she asked, her voice breaking. “What if you get hurt because of me?”
He smiled, a calm reassurance in his expression. “What you’ve seen is not your fault. These visions are gifts, even when they’re difficult. They help us prepare for what’s ahead. And no matter what happens, I know I’m not alone.”
Abigail sniffled, her fear easing as his words sank in.
“You’ve always been strong,” he continued. “Not because you never feel afraid, but because you face your fears anyway.”
As they sat together, a sense of peace began to replace Abigail’s fear. She opened her journal, showing Jesus the sketches she had made of her vision.
“This part,” she said, pointing to a drawing of the crown of thorns. “It felt… significant, but I don’t know why.”
Jesus studied the image for a moment, his expression contemplative. “Sometimes, symbols hold meaning we can’t fully understand until the right time. But I believe this has a purpose.”
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The two sat in silence for a while, the sunlight filtering through the leaves above. Abigail felt a renewed sense of strength, knowing she had shared her burden.
As they rose to leave, Jesus placed a hand on her shoulder. “Never hesitate to tell me the truth, Abigail. It’s how we grow stronger together.”
Abigail nodded, a small but determined smile on her face.
Abigail walks away with a lighter heart, but the vision still lingers in her mind. And though Jesus carries the weight of her words, his resolve to fulfill his purpose only grows stronger….
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