The Boy Who Would Become The Savior
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YOUNG CHRIST (Chapter 14).
Biblical Fiction
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The tension in the School of the Spirit had been building for weeks. Herod, the principal, had grown increasingly threatened by Jesus’ growing influence among the students. Whispers filled the halls about a secret meeting he’d held with a select few teachers and students. Rumors of an impending confrontation spread like wildfire.
Jesus remained calm, as he always did, continuing to encourage his classmates, even those who doubted or challenged him. But his closest friends—John, Abigail, and Peter—sensed something was coming.
The announcement came during the morning assembly. Herod stood on the raised platform, his expression severe, his voice sharp.
“Students,” he began, his tone laced with authority, “it has come to my attention that one among you has been causing division, undermining the very principles this school was founded upon.”
The room fell silent, all eyes turning to Jesus.
Herod pointed an accusatory finger at him. “Jesus of Nazareth, step forward.”
Jesus rose from his seat without hesitation, his steps measured as he walked to the front. He stood before Herod, his gaze steady but unthreatening.
“You have disrupted the harmony of this institution,” Herod continued. “Your so-called miracles, your teachings—they’ve caused confusion and dissent among the students. You’ve made yourself a spectacle, and for that, I have no choice but to expel you.”
Gasps rippled through the crowd.
Before Jesus could respond, John stood up. “That’s not true!” he shouted, his voice trembling with emotion.
Abigail followed, her hand clutching the edge of her seat as she rose. “Jesus has done nothing but bring us closer—to each other, to the truth!”
One by one, other students began to stand, their voices joining in a growing chorus of support.
“He saved us during the group exercise!” Peter added, his voice booming.
“His kindness has changed this school,” Miriam said softly but firmly.
Herod’s face darkened, his composure slipping as the students rallied around Jesus.
“Silence!” he bellowed, slamming his hand on the podium. “You’ve all been deceived by him! He’s dangerous!”
Jesus raised his hand, and the students quieted. He stepped forward, his voice calm yet filled with authority.
“Principal Herod,” he began, “I have no desire to disrupt this school. My purpose has always been to serve and to teach, to show others the power of love and truth.”
Herod sneered. “Love and truth? Is that what you call undermining my authority?”
Jesus tilted his head slightly. “Authority is not undermined by truth. It is strengthened by it—if the authority is just.”
The crowd murmured in agreement.
“You speak of division, but look around you.” Jesus gestured to the students. “They are united. Not by fear, but by faith. Not by power, but by purpose.”
Herod opened his mouth to retort, but a voice from the back of the hall interrupted him.
“I know the truth about you, Herod.”
All eyes turned to one of the senior teachers, an elderly man named Eli.
“For years, you’ve been embezzling funds meant for this school,” Eli continued, his voice steady. “You’ve manipulated students and staff, using fear to maintain control. But no more.”
The room erupted in shocked whispers.
“What proof do you have?” Herod spat, his face pale.
Eli stepped forward, holding a stack of documents. “Enough to show the council. Enough to end this.”
Herod’s grip on the podium tightened as the weight of his exposed corruption sank in.
Herod’s eyes flicked to Jesus, filled with fury. “This is your doing,” he hissed. “You’ve turned them against me.”
Jesus met his gaze, his expression softening. “No, Herod. You turned yourself against them.”
Herod staggered back, his confidence shattered.
“I forgive you,” Jesus said, his voice carrying through the hall. “Not because you’ve asked for it, but because it is what I’m called to do. And because even now, you can choose to change.”
The room was silent, the weight of Jesus’ words hanging heavy.
Herod, defeated and exposed, left the school that day. The council removed him from his position, placing Eli as the interim principal.
The students gathered around Jesus, their bond stronger than ever.
“You didn’t have to forgive him,” Peter said later, as they walked back to their dorms.
“Yes, I did,” Jesus replied simply. “Forgiveness isn’t about them. It’s about us. About freeing ourselves from anger and hate.”
Peter nodded, his admiration for Jesus deepening.
As the sun set over the School of the Spirit, the students stood united, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, inspired by the one who showed them the power of grace, humility, and love.
The final chapter plus the epilogue signalling the end of the book will be posted tomorrow 😊
