YoU.....
"Yes?" says the man politely, still gazing at hte man on the
platform. You clear your throat.
"Who is that man?" you ask. The man chuckles softly.
"That is Jesus," he says briefly, looking at the man with
pride. You get a sudden thought and look at the hands of the man in
front of you. They are callused, as if he uses them a lot. A person
whose hands looked like this could be a blacksmith, a farmer....or a
carpenter. You look up at him with awe.
"Are you...Joseph, the carpenter?" you ask cautiously. The
man nods modestly.
"Yes, that is me, and that man is my son," he says, with
only a hint of pride in his voice. You turn back to face the platform.
The man you are watching right now is THE Jesus Christ!
"Will he talk to people privately?" you ask suddenly, but
feel embarrassed as soon as you say it. The man looks at you with an
odd look on his face.
"Of course, dear," he says. "He's not the king, you
know."
"You don't know how wrong you are," you mutter under your
breath, but your eyes are stil transfixed on the
preacher.
"Excuse me?" you ask a nearby watcher. You are surprised to
hear the words come out in a different language that you dimly
recognize as Hebrew.
