Chapter 48 (from The Wild Christ Nobody Owns - available on Amazon) Old Yah Is Jealous Of You Age 26 It was winter and Jesus was at home helping his father and brothers with a large project that promised to provide them with additional grain for the long winter months. A wealthy Jewish merchant of Tiberius had ordered carved doors for his home, for the quality of Joseph’s work was becoming widely known and orders came in from all over Galilee. Jesus was carving flowers and vines while James and Judas cut new patterns to inlay into the wood. Joseph was planning the next door, drawing different design ideas on the back of a board. “Do you ever wish we could carve the face of Alaha on our work?” Jesus asked Joseph. “I know Moses forbid us to make images of El, but don’t you wish you really could?” “And what would that image look like?” Joseph asked. “It would look something like you, Papa,” Jesus answered. Joseph laughed, thinking he was making a joke. “No, it’s true,” Jesus said, wiping his hands on his apron. Like you but with eyes brighter than the sun and a smile as big as the stars.” “So, how would we carve that on our doors?” Joseph asked and winked at the other boys who looked up from their work and smiled. “Well, we would wait until we got a job for a very big house…” “Yes, as big as Galilee,” said Judas. “No, as big as the Great Sea and Rome all together,” said James. “No, as big as all of our dreaming hearts,” said Jesus with a laugh, and Judas threw a small block of wood at him. Jesus ducked and ran over and wrestled him to the ground, then carried him outside upside down and dropped him in the midst of the chickens that scattered everywhere with wild flutters and clucks. James laughed, and running out the door jumped on the back of his older brother; and the three of them wrestled each other into the bare earth of the garden. Joseph came out and threw a bucket of water on them all with a belly laugh. “Joseph!” Mary cried from the door of the house. Abigail ran around her mother and grabbed Joseph by the waist. “Don’t you drown my brothers you Beelzebub,” she cried, and all the children of Joseph attacked him and dragged him down to the ground, then sat on him with a proud look of triumph on their faces.
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