The Boy Who Would Become The Savior
mustapha umoru@umorumustapha596358
19 days ago
YOUNG CHRIST (Chapter 4).
Biblical Fiction
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The lunchtime rush at the School of the Spirit was always a chaotic affair. Students streamed into the bright, bustling cafeteria, their chatter creating a hum of noise that reverberated off the high ceilings. The air was filled with the smell of freshly baked bread and steaming soups, but as the students lined up for their meals, the cheerful atmosphere began to shift.
“Out of food?” a student groaned near the serving counter.
The cafeteria staff, usually so efficient, looked flustered as they exchanged hurried whispers. Bowls were empty, trays barren. A miscalculation in the morning delivery had left the kitchen short on supplies, and now dozens of students were left with rumbling stomachs and no lunch.
At a corner table, Jesus, John, Abigail, Peter, and Judas sat together, observing the commotion.
“What’s going on?” Peter asked, his voice cutting through the noise.
“They’ve run out of food,” Abigail replied, frowning as she watched a younger student walk away from the counter empty-handed. “What are they going to do?”
Jesus stood up, his calm demeanor drawing the attention of his friends.
“Where are you going?” John asked, though he already had an inkling.
“To help,” Jesus replied simply.
The group exchanged curious glances before following him toward the front of the cafeteria.
One of the cafeteria workers, a kind woman named Mrs. Ramos, looked up as Jesus approached. “I’m sorry, dear,” she said apologetically. “We’ve got nothing left to serve.”
“What do you have?” Jesus asked gently.
Mrs. Ramos gestured to a tray holding a few pieces of bread and some scraps of fruit and fish. “It’s not enough for even one table, let alone the whole cafeteria.”
Jesus studied the tray for a moment, then looked up at her. “It’ll be enough.”
A hush fell over the students as Jesus carried the tray to the center of the room. Placing it on an empty table, he bowed his head in prayer, his voice steady and clear.
“Father, thank You for what we have. Bless this food, and may it nourish everyone here.”
As he finished, he began breaking the bread and fish into smaller portions, handing pieces to the cafeteria staff.
“Start serving,” he said, his tone confident.
Mrs. Ramos hesitated, then nodded. She and the other staff began distributing the food, their initial skepticism giving way to astonishment as the bread and fish seemed to multiply before their eyes.
Tray after tray was filled, and soon every student in the cafeteria had a plate in front of them. The room buzzed with awe and whispered disbelief.
John leaned closer to Jesus as they sat back down. “How did you…?”
Jesus smiled. “Sometimes faith is all you need, John.”
Peter’s eyes widened. “That was amazing! I’ve never seen anything like it.”
Abigail nodded, her expression filled with wonder. “It’s like you knew this would happen.”
But not everyone was convinced.
Judas, sitting with his arms crossed, frowned. “It’s convenient, isn’t it? A miracle when everyone’s watching.”
Jesus turned to him, his gaze steady but kind. “It wasn’t about being seen. It was about meeting a need.”
Judas scoffed, his voice dripping with skepticism. “Or maybe it was about showing off.”
John bristled at Judas’s tone. “Maybe it’s not about convenience,” he shot back. “Maybe it’s about showing what’s possible when you believe.”
The tension between the two boys hung in the air, but Jesus placed a hand on John’s shoulder. “Let him question,” he said calmly. “It’s through questions that we often find the truth.”
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In his office, Principal Herod reviewed the incident report from the cafeteria. He read the account of the “miraculous” food multiplication with a growing sense of unease.
“This boy,” he muttered, tapping the page with his finger. “He’s becoming a distraction.”
Herod’s secretary knocked on the door, interrupting his thoughts. “Sir, the teachers are asking if you’d like to address the students about what happened.”
Herod waved her off. “No. Let them talk. But keep an eye on him. I want to know exactly what he’s up to.”
As the door closed, Herod leaned back in his chair, his mind already turning over ways to keep this “miracle worker” in check.
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That evening, Jesus and John walked home together, the streets quiet under the setting sun.
“Do you ever wonder what it all means?” John asked, breaking the silence.
“What what means?” Jesus replied, his tone light.
“All of this,” John said, gesturing vaguely. “The things you do, the way people react to you. It’s like you’re more than just…well, more than just you.”
Jesus smiled softly. “I’m just doing what I’m meant to do, John. And so are you.”
John furrowed his brow, trying to grasp the weight of his friend’s words. “I don’t think I understand.”
“You will,” Jesus said, his voice carrying a quiet certainty.
As they reached the edge of town, John glanced at his friend, a flicker of recognition dawning in his eyes.
The two boys walked side by side, the world around them bathed in the golden light of dusk....
Happy New Month everyone 😊
I do apologize for the late update, but don't go anywhere. There's a chapter 5 posted as well.
For the late update.
Happy Reading.♥️
