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    The Lost Years of Jesus Christ
    The Lost Years of Jesus Christ
    The Lost Years of Jesus Christ
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    The Lost Years of Jesus Christ

    By Derek Miller

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    Joshua of Nazareth, better known today as Jesus Christ, is about to celebrate his thirteenth birthday and become a man in the eyes of his people. After witnessing young Joshua’s charisma and speaking ability at the Holy Temple in Jerusalem, a power hungry Sadducee priest named Moloch journeys to Nazareth hoping to recruit the boy for his own purposes. Unaware of the priest’s impending visit, Joseph prepares to divulge secrets that have been kept from Joshua since his birth, secrets that will change the course of his life forever.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDerek Miller
    Release dateJul 25, 2014
    ISBN9780991610006
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      The Lost Years of Jesus Christ - Derek Miller

      The Lost Years of Jesus Christ

      By Derek Miller

      © 2014 by Derek Miller. All rights reserved.

      Smashwords Edition

      This book is historical fiction. Though many of the characters and events described within were real, nothing I wrote is meant to be taken as fact. In other words, don’t have a cow man!

      No part of this book may be reproduced in any written, electronic, recording, or photocopying form without the written permission of the author. Questions and comments are welcome. Reach me by email at DivinityTLY@gmail.com.

      Love you Mommy!

      Interior Design: Derek Miller

      Publisher: Derek Miller

      Editors: Maribeth Graham and Joyce Salomon

      Creative Consultant: Tiffany Hadley

      1. Historical fiction 2. Jesus

      ISBN-13:978-0-9916100-0-6

      Table of Contents

      Introduction

      Prologue

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Chapter 5

      Chapter 6

      Chapter 7

      Chapter 8

      Chapter 9

      Chapter 10

      Chapter 11

      Chapter 12

      Chapter 13

      Chapter 14

      Chapter 15

      Chapter 16

      Chapter 17

      Chapter 18

      Chapter 19

      Chapter 20

      Chapter 21

      Chapter 22

      Chapter 23

      Chapter 24

      Chapter 25

      Chapter 26

      Chapter 27

      Chapter 28

      Introduction

      I hate introductions, so I’ll keep this short.

      There is very little information about Jesus Christ, herein referred to as Joshua of Nazareth, between his twelfth and thirtieth years. I have always had a burning curiosity about this unknown period of his life. How could someone with such an incredible destiny disappear for eighteen years? What was he doing? Who was he with? What events shaped him into the man who would eventually be recognized by over a billion people as the Messiah? These are the questions I had, and no one had the answers to satisfy me.

      The last story of Joshua as a child shows him preaching to the Pharisees and Sadducees at the Holy Temple in Jerusalem. That is where this book begins. I hope everyone enjoys reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. God bless!

      Prologue

      I’m almost there. I have to hurry before it’s too late.

      Delilah pressed forward. Her limbs ached and sweat poured from her brow, but still she continued to crawl. Hours of effort brought her within thirty meters of the city gate.

      Please, help me! Delilah called out.

      Someone must be standing watch. I just need to get a little closer.

      Delilah looked back from where she came. Darkness consumed the harsh landscape. There was no going back. She only found her way to the gates because of small torches that burned on both sides of the entrance. She crawled closer to the gate and cried out once again for help. As she moved forward, a jagged rock tore her robe and cut deep into her shin. It was but the latest of many injuries she sustained that night. The hard and rocky road was as unforgiving as it was long.

      The south gate of Jerusalem began to lift.

      Praise Adonai.

      It was Delilah’s first bit of luck since the accident, and perhaps the only chance to save her father. Two spear wielding guards approached her. One was tall and stout, the other short and skinny. Both were decorated in the traditional attire for a Roman soldier: Bronze helmet, sword, shield, hardened leather breastplate, and pleated leather skirt. Delilah attempted to stand as the two men approached, but the pain in her ankle forced her back to the ground.

      What’s the meaning of this, girl? The shorter guard said.

      My father, you have to help him. He won’t last much longer. Delilah’s words were rapid and irate.

      You’re talking too fast dear lady. We’ll help you in any way that we can, but you must calm down first. What happened to your father? The tall guard knelt and placed his hand on Delilah’s shoulder. His kindness soothed her. Her tense shoulders relaxed and she recounted the horrible events of the day.

      My father is a trapper and skinner. We were on our way back to the city with a few fresh catches when a snake scared our donkey. The cart fell on its side, pinning my father beneath it. I couldn’t lift it off of him. I ran for help as fast as I could, but I was careless and fell. I fear my ankle is broken. He’s only a kilometer or two down the road but it took me hours to get here. Please, you must help my father. Delilah clung to her savior, crying into his breastplate.

      Of course we’ll help you. First let’s get you inside and have you’re ankle looked at. Then we’ll mount a search party, right Fabian?

      You’re wrong on both counts. No one is to be allowed in the city after dark, and we certainly aren’t going out into the black of night to search for some Hebrew. Fabian sneered.

      But sir, certainly this woman has nothing to do with the recent attacks. There is no danger in offering her refuge.

      Don’t but me, Valeus. I wouldn’t have even opened the gate if it hadn’t been a woman calling out for help. Fabian then turned to Delilah and added. The night watch gets so lonely, dear.

      Delilah realized the horrible turn her situation had taken. She tried to stand, to run, but collapsed on her injured ankle as soon as she put her weight on it. She looked to Valeus, hoping he would protect her.

      You can’t do that sir. It’s against the rules, the law, and the gods.

      You don’t tell me what the rules are. I’m your superior officer. You’re new around here, so you better learn how things work fast. Fabian stood chest to pelvis with his gargantuan subordinate, poking Valeus in the chest as he spoke. If you report me, who do you think they’re going to believe? Not a grunt like you, that’s for sure. I was even going to give you a turn when I was done, but now you can just go back to our post and stand guard while I have some fun.

      Valeus stood firm for a moment, not speaking or moving. Delilah felt a twinge of hope. Fabian stood no chance against the monster of a man. Then, all hope vanished as Valeus turned and walked away.

      I’m sorry. He muttered as he went, not even looking back to say it to her face.

      Fabian grabbed Delilah, threw her on her back, and climbed on top of her. She struggled and cried out, but he was far stronger than his petite frame suggested. He pulled out a dagger and held it to her neck.

      Now you’re going be a good girl and stay quiet. Not that anyone will hear you, I just prefer a woman to be silent.

      Delilah stared at the knife and nodded, too frightened to speak. Just as Fabian began lifting his leather skirt Valeus called out.

      Someone’s coming!

      Damn. I’ll be right back, dear. Fabian stood and fixed his skirt, and then added with a laugh. Don’t go anywhere.

      A man in a hooded cloak approached the two guards. His face was covered, only the black hair of his beard visible.

      You can’t leave the city. Fabian said to the hooded man as he adjusted his skirt.

      Why not? The gate’s up. The hooded man said, stepping closer with each word.

      We were just helping this girl out. She’s injured. Now get back inside unless you want to visit the cleric with her. Fabian yelled. The two men were less than a meter apart.

      You’re a bad liar. The hooded man laughed. He produced a short sword from inside his cloak and slashed Fabian’s throat. Fabian fell to the ground with both hands desperately trying to stop the river of blood that flowed from his neck. After a few seconds he became still. Valeus backed away and lifted his spear, though he could not hold it steady.

      You think you can hurt an innocent woman and there will be no repercussions. Adonai will pass judgment on you for your actions soon, I have already passed mine. The hooded man said as he stared down at Fabian’s body. He then looked up at Valeus. Your turn.

      No, please. I wasn’t going to hurt her, I swear. Valeus shook as the man approached, but managed to strike out with his spear. The hooded man evaded it and with one stroke of his sword he sliced the spear’s head clean off. Fabian dropped the useless piece of wood and backed away slowly.

      I heard everything. In truth, you’re even worse than this pile of filth. The hooded man nodded towards Fabian’s body. You knew it was wrong, yet still you followed his orders. You were content to look on as he violated this woman. Now it’s time to pay for your inaction.

      I surrender. Valeus said, unsheathing his sword and tossing it to the ground.

      The hooded man smiled and continued moving towards the defenseless centurion. Valeus turned to run, but he was too slow. The hooded man impaled him from behind, causing blood to shoot in all directions. Delilah recoiled when she felt the warm fluid hit her face. The hooded man noticed her reaction, and he looked towards her.

      No, please don’t hurt me. She covered her face like a child, hoping the monster would go away.

      I have no intention of hurting you. The hooded man walked away, grabbed a torch from its mount outside the gate, and returned to Delilah’s side. Get on my back, and point the way. We have to go help your father.

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      Annas sat hunched over in his high backed chair studying the parchments that were scattered across his desk. He stopped only now and then to take a sip of wine from his goblet. The news troubled him.

      Every day there is more dissension and less tithing. Not just in the outlying areas of Galilee and Judea, but in the Holy City as well. The common man is succumbing to the radical ideas of the Pharisees.

      Tension between the Sadducees and the Pharisees steadily mounted for decades. The Sadducees represented the elite members of Hebrew society, controlling most of the wealth and power not taken by the Romans. The Sadducees believed the Torah to be the absolute will of Adonai, and that it could not be changed or contested. They didn’t believe in life after

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