I’m sorry it took me so long to continue these “Sneak Peeks” into Jesus and Me.

My wife Carmen, has been sick off and on for the past several weeks. The strange thing is that just as we decide it’s time to see the doctor, she begins (or suddenly) feels better and is able to do things. Then, of course,  the medical problem makes itself known unexpectedly, and we’re back to square one. her refusal to see the doctor doesn’t help either. It’s frustrating, especially now that the temperatures outside have taken a nosedive, making it difficult for both of us to go anywhere. So it’s been a crazy time.

The printed version of Jesus and Me is available at the

  • Jesus Book and Gift Stores in Green Brook  (Rte 22E) and Iselin (Rte 1 S opposite the Woodbridge Mall)
  •  Here’s The Story on Stuyvesant Ave in Union.
  • Order it through Amazon at
  • You can also contact me if you want to save on shipping and handling.
  • and as an eBook  at. https://www.amazon.com/Jesus-Me-Revealed-Angelo-Guardian-ebook/dp/B01MYUCC2O

In any event, the Sneak Peeks are continuing today. I’ve jumped a little ahead in the story. Because I’ve decided to give you the Christmas Story as it’s written in Jesus and Me starting on Christmas Eve, I’ve jumped ahead in the Peeks. The Holy Family is now in Egypt, the Jewish Quarter outside Alexandria, and Jesus has a best friend He hangs out with.

Enjoy

As the years passed by, Jesus’s need for human companionship became greater, and I found myself sharing His time with them. He grew taller and stronger, so He was able to compete with the older boys in the surrounding neighborhoods as they ran and chased hoops through the streets or challenged each other in feats of strength. He was popular with the other children, but He spent most of His time with Judas.

“My father will finish his last job commitment in a couple of days.” Jesus put His arm around Judas’ shoulders. “He says old King Herod is dead, and we’re going back home.”

“I thought this was Your home.” Judas poked a stick into a hole on the side of the dirt road that served as the main street in their little village outside Alexandria. “We won’t leave, and go home to Kerioth, until we know that Herod is dead without question.”

“My father misses his family, the temple in Jerusalem and his friends.” Jesus sat down and leaned against the front wall of His house. “He keeps saying we’re supposed to live in the land God promised us.”

“Well, no one can argue against that.” Judas sat next to Him. “You’ll have to write and let me know where you’re living. Maybe we can visit or live in the same village.” He smiled at Jesus and shrugged his shoulders. “You never know.”

An Egyptian farmer steered his wagon filled with crops down the road, kicking up dust and dirt into the boys’ faces.

“Yes, I’m going to miss the grandeur of this wonderful place.” Jesus spit the dust out of His mouth.

“Yes, me, too. When the time comes…” Judas dropped his head down, smiled and gave Jesus a sideways glance as he dropped his voice to a whisper. “I’m going to miss how my mother is always covering my eyes every time we go in the city too.”

“Well, if you stopped looking at how the gentiles dress, or don’t, she wouldn’t do that.” Jesus laughed and poked his ribs.

“I can’t help myself!” Judas poked Jesus back, and stood up. “They wear practically nothing!”

“We’re not supposed to look!” Jesus got up, and looked down the street. “I’m glad we don’t dress that way.”

“Me too,” said Judas. This was another one of those times Judas was embarrassed by Jesus pointing out that he was doing something he shouldn’t, and he wanted to change the subject.

Judas and Jesus had been friends as long as Judas could remember. He was the same size as Jesus and had the same reddish-brown hair. They looked so much alike that sometimes people thought they were brothers. The only real difference was their eyes. There was something about Jesus’s eyes that no one could describe – a haunting beauty that drew people to Him.

“My momma says your eyes should be on a girl!” Judas got up and waved to two girls who were passing by with their pitchers on their way to the village well. “They’re too beautiful to be a boy’s.” Judas giggled and stepped back. “You have girlie eyes!”

Jesus blushed. “You’re just jealous.” He got up and stepped toward Judas. “Because all I have to do is look at people, and they like me.” He pushed Judas’ shoulder. “You have to work at it!”

Judas pushed Jesus back, and they wrestled to the ground. They rolled this way and that, giggling and laughing, each boy trying to get the upper hand. Their playing stopped abruptly when they bumped into someone and heard a loud shriek.

“When are you two going to grow up?” Rebecca was able to balance her pitcher of water so it didn’t hit the ground and break, but her hair and clothes were soaked, and the pitcher was empty. “Now I have to dry off and go back to the well get more water.

Rebecca was no longer a part of their little group of friends. She was two years older – eleven – and would soon be a woman, so she didn’t have time for the foolish, childish games the boys played.

The boys paused, looked at Rebecca and continued to wrestle. Finally, Judas had Jesus pinned to the ground.

“We should help her. At least get the water for her.” Jesus rolled Judas onto his side.

“Get the water for her?” Judas rolled Jesus onto his back again. “You must be kidding! That’s women’s work, not men’s, and we’re men.” Judas giggled and rolled off Jesus. The boys lay on their backs in the middle of the street. “So we don’t do that.”

“We’re not men yet.” Jesus got up and held out His hand to help His friend up. “I think we should get some water for her.”

“You can go if you want to, but you know people will laugh at you.” Judas backed away from Jesus.

“Maybe.” Jesus picked up the pitcher Rebecca had been carrying. “But it’s the right thing to do.”

I poked Judas’ guardian and smiled.

Jesus only got a few yards away when he saw people dancing in the streets ahead of Him. A young man ran up the hill, knocking on doors and yelling, “Herod is dead! Herod is dead!”

People came out of their homes to see what was going on, and as the news spread, they began to laugh and cry at the same time. Children clung to their mothers’ tunics, as men formed circles and began to dance and sing songs in praise of God. Soon the streets were filled with people. Several men banged into Jesus, and He almost dropped the pitcher. Suddenly, Joseph grabbed Jesus by His collar, lifted Him off the ground, and carried Him into the shop he shared with Samson.

“What are you doing with the pitcher,” Joseph asked, as he closed the door behind them.

“Judas and I were playing and accidentally knocked it off Rebecca’s head. So I wanted to refill it for her.”

“That was kind, but it’s women’s work, and your timing is bad,” said Samson.

“See, I told you Herod was dead.” Joseph turned to Samson.

“Let’s go to the inn and celebrate!” Samson grabbed Joseph’s arm, and held Jesus in the other.

Samson’s shoulders took up almost half of the street and everyone always got out of his way. But this day the street was so crowded with celebrating people, they didn’t notice when they banged into him. They were laughing and dancing without a care in the world.

Rather than trying to stand next to their charges, the guardians hovered above them, and used their staffs to swat at the demons, who appeared from beneath the humans. It was like a game. A guardian would swoop under the sea of humans and chase a demon or two to the surface above the human’s heads, and another guardian would smash them back down. It was a game the demons couldn’t win.

When they finally made their way to the inn, and found a place for themselves at the crowded bar, Samson raised his cup of wine.

“Here’s to old King Herod. May he get his just desserts,” Samson’s voice bellowed. Everyone raised their cups, and laughed as they downed their wine in one swallow.

“So, how did you know this time?” Samson’s loud voice got everyone’s attention, and the room suddenly became silent.

No one moved or talked. They just turned and stared at Jesus and Joseph.

“Would you believe another angel told me?” Joseph said with a smile.

There was a pause. Everyone looked at each other in silence, until Samson began to giggle, and the entire inn burst into laughter.

“Another angel! You always say that! Someday you’ll have to tell me what really happened! Another angel! Ha, ha, ha!” Samson tilted his head back and emptied his wine cup in one swallow.

“Isaac, I’m going to use your back door.” Joseph grabbed Jesus and started toward the back of the inn. “I want to get Jesus home. Mary must be worried. I’ll see you when things calm down.”

We slipped into the alley behind the inn, and walked past a series of shops until we reached the back of Joseph’s shop.

You can get your own complete printed copy of Jesus and Me  at:

  • Jesus Book and Gift Stores in Green Brook  (Rte 22E)
  • and Iselin (Rte 1 S opposite the Woodbridge Mall)
  • Here’s The Story on Stuyvesant Ave in Union.
  • Amazon at
  • and as an eBook  at. https://www.amazon.com/Jesus-Me-Revealed-Angelo-Guardian-ebook/dp/B01MYUCC2O

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