The Boy Who Would Become The Savior
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YOUNG CHRIST (Chapter 9).
Biblical Fiction
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The scent of freshly baked bread wafted through the small kitchen as Mary placed the last dish on the table. Joseph sat in the living room, his hands calloused from a day’s work, flipping through the pages of his worn Bible. The James household was quiet, but beneath the surface, tension simmered.
Jesus sat at the table, quietly finishing his homework for school. His mind lingered on the events of the day—the lessons, the stares, the whispers. He could sense something unspoken in the air, a weight pressing down on his family.
“Joseph,” Mary began softly as she joined him in the living room. “We need to talk about Jesus.”
Joseph looked up, his brow furrowing. “What about him?”
Mary hesitated, glancing toward the kitchen where Jesus sat. “He’s not a child anymore. He’s starting to ask questions—questions we’ve been avoiding.”
Joseph sighed, closing the Bible. “Mary, I know where this is going. But he’s still young. He has time to figure things out without us overwhelming him.”
“Overwhelming him?” Mary’s voice rose slightly, her frustration evident. “He’s been showing signs, Joseph. The way he speaks, the way he acts—it’s clear he’s already stepping into his purpose. Don’t you think he deserves to know the truth?”
Joseph stood, running a hand through his hair. “And what truth is that? That he’s the Son of God? That his life will never be his own? Do you think he’s ready for that burden?”
From the kitchen, Jesus paused, his pencil hovering above his notebook. He could hear every word.
Mary’s voice softened. “We were chosen for this, Joseph. Chosen to guide him, to prepare him. How can we do that if we keep him in the dark?”
Joseph’s shoulders slumped. “I just… I just want him to have a normal life, Mary. Even if it’s only for a little while longer.”
Mary placed a hand on his arm. “And so do I. But normal isn’t his path. It never was.”
That night, Jesus sat by the window in his room, gazing at the stars. Mary knocked softly before entering, a hesitant smile on her face.
“Mind if I sit?” she asked.
Jesus nodded, shifting to make room for her.
For a moment, they sat in silence, the only sound the gentle rustle of the trees outside.
“Your father and I… we’ve been talking about you,” Mary began.
“I know,” Jesus said quietly. “I heard.”
Mary’s eyes widened, but she quickly composed herself. “Then you know we’re struggling with how much to tell you.”
Jesus turned to her, his expression calm but searching. “Why does it feel like there’s something you’re afraid of? Something about me.”
Mary took a deep breath, her hands trembling slightly. “It’s not fear, my son. It’s… awe. When I was your age, I had a visit from an angel named Gabriel. He told me that I would give birth to someone who would save the world.”
Jesus’ eyes widened, but he said nothing, letting her continue.
“You were born with a purpose, Jesus. A purpose greater than anything I could ever fully understand.” Her voice cracked, but she pressed on. “It’s why you’re so different. Why people are drawn to you.”
Jesus turned back to the window, his mind racing. He had always felt different, always sensed a weight on his shoulders, but hearing it confirmed was something else entirely.
“Did you ever wish it wasn’t me?” he asked softly.
Mary’s heart broke at the question. She reached out, placing a hand on his cheek. “Never. From the moment I saw you, I knew you were meant to do incredible things. But I also knew it wouldn’t be easy.”
Later that evening, Joseph found Jesus sitting by the fire outside. He sat down beside him, the silence between them heavy but comforting.
“You heard us earlier,” Joseph said, more a statement than a question.
“Yes,” Jesus replied.
Joseph sighed. “I wish I could explain everything, but the truth is, I don’t have all the answers. What I do know is that I’m here for you, no matter what.”
Jesus looked at him, a small smile playing at his lips. “That’s enough, Father. It really is.”
Jesus family sat together, the firelight flickering against their faces. Though there are still many questions and uncertainties, a sense of unity begins to form—a quiet understanding that, together, they can face whatever comes next…
Happy Sunday everyone 😊
Seven more chapters to go.
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