Hanging From A Cross: J.C.'s Story
Come on! Tell me where we are going. I really don't like this...why the hell are we here? No, I never said I wanted to come here. You dragged me here. Wait! How do you even know about this place? You know what, nevermnd. I'm leaving...what did you just say...Simone Devaroux is dead. Hold on, do I even know you? I mean of course I know you, but do know who I am?
No? Well I'm Joshua Ben Jospeh, famously known as Jesus Christ, or J.C. to my family. See I knew you were gonna ask that. What I truly look like....can't tell you. Sorry. It is one of Dad's rules. Alright alright, I guess I'm gonna have to tell you who Simone is.
No one knows this, not even Dad. Simone Devaroux was my wife. Bet'cha didn't think I would say that, huh? But yeah, she was my wife and the love of my life. Still is. Let's see, what can I say about her? She was very beautiful. Copper skin with blazing fire-red tresses that cascaded down her back. You could see her from a mile away because her hair was always swaying behind her as she walked. She had the most greenest eyes, they were so hypnotic. Those were the first things I noticed about her. I can't forget about the freckles dusted across her nose and cheeks. They made her look so cute and child-like.
I met her at 19, really young. I don't remember the exact place where. Maybe a party. Yeah, it was my neighbor's party. With the wine and dancing girls and merryment. She was a dancing gypsy at the party, as soon as those mesmerizing eyes fell on me, I fell in love with her instantly. And of course she didn't want anything to do with me. Haha. She wasn't like others. She didn't care who I was or who my father is. She just cared about me. All of my glory really didn't impress her, which was refreshing and interersting to me.
After a year of chasing her around all of Bethlehem, I finally got her to agree to marry me. That is how much I loved her. I wanted her to be mine. For 3 months we stayed in Bethlehem and then moved to Jerusalem. A year after we moved, we had a daughter. God I loved that child. She was my world, she still is. But that's another story for another day.
Unfortunately, a couple months later our child lost her mother and my heart broke into pieces. I didn't know if I could go on. Even though, I knew I had to, for our child. I'm going to be honest. My wife killed herself, why? She was battling manic-depressive bipolar disorder. Also, she was defiled by our neighbor. Someone I trusted. Never again. Then a year after that my child died. Okay, that is all I'm going to say on these matters.
Great! Now you have me crying. I told you I didn't want to talk about this or be here. Are you happy now? Are you happy you know my secret while hanging from a cross?
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