The Boy Who Would Become The Savior
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YOUNG CHRIST (Chapter 5)
Biblical Fiction.
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The sun poured through the large arched windows of the training hall at the School of the Spirit. The room hummed with energy as students gathered in clusters, each practicing their unique gifts under the watchful eyes of their instructors.
In one corner, Abigail worked quietly, focusing on a new vision she was trying to interpret. Near the center, John was meditating, his calm demeanor contrasting with the tension building elsewhere in the room.
All eyes, however, were drawn to Peter.
Peter stood at the edge of the hall, fists clenched and brows furrowed, his impatience palpable. He was paired with a quiet, reserved student named Micah, who had the gift of discernment. The exercise was simple: each student had to use their gift to guide their partner through a simulated obstacle course designed to test trust and cooperation.
Micah spoke gently, trying to steer Peter in the right direction. “Slow down, Peter. You need to listen to me—”
“I’ve got this!” Peter barked, cutting him off. Without waiting, he charged ahead, tripping over a low beam and crashing into a stack of crates. The hall erupted in a mix of laughter and gasps as Peter scrambled to his feet, his face red with embarrassment and frustration.
“I don’t need help,” Peter muttered, brushing dust off his sleeves.
From across the room, Jesus watched the scene unfold. He approached Peter with a calm, steady stride, his presence immediately soothing the scattered energy in the room.
“Peter,” Jesus began, his voice gentle but firm, “why are you rushing ahead?”
Peter turned to him, his eyes blazing with frustration. “Because I need to prove I can do this. Everyone here has something special—something useful. And me? All I’ve got is brute strength.”
Jesus tilted his head, studying Peter for a moment before responding. “Strength isn’t about proving anything—it’s about knowing when to act and when to wait.”
Peter frowned, his anger simmering. “You don’t understand, Jesus! I need to prove I’m strong.”
“I do understand,” Jesus replied, his tone unwavering. “But strength without wisdom leads to destruction, not victory.”
Jesus gestured to the course. “Let’s try again. But this time, listen to your partner.”
Peter hesitated, glancing at Micah, who stood nearby, looking unsure but hopeful. With a sigh, Peter nodded.
Micah began guiding him through the course, his voice calm and measured. “Step left... now right... careful, there’s a low beam ahead.”
This time, Peter moved slower, his frustration giving way to focus. As he reached the end of the course without incident, the students watching broke into applause. Peter stood still for a moment, letting the realization sink in.
He turned to Micah and gave a sheepish smile. “Thanks for your help.”
Micah nodded, his own confidence bolstered by the experience.
Later that afternoon, Peter sat on the steps outside the school, gazing out at the horizon. Jesus joined him, sitting down quietly by his side.
“You did well today,” Jesus said after a moment.
Peter chuckled, shaking his head. “I feel like an idiot. All I did was listen, and suddenly, everything worked out.”
“Exactly,” Jesus said with a smile. “Sometimes, the strongest thing you can do is let others guide you.”
Peter looked at him, the weight of his earlier frustration lifting. “I’ll try to remember that.”
“You will,” Jesus said, a note of certainty in his voice.
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From his office window, Herod watched Jesus and Peter talking on the steps. His fingers drummed rhythmically on the desk as his mind churned.
“This boy,” Herod murmured to himself, “he’s not just a student. He’s a threat to the order of this school.”
His secretary entered, interrupting his thoughts. “Sir, the board meeting is ready.”
Herod didn’t move, his eyes still fixed on Jesus. “Go ahead without me. I have more important matters to consider.”....
Next chapter, tomorrow. Thank you for reading.
