Second coming (eBook)

What if Jesus came today

Slawomir Bardski (Autor)

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2025 | 1. Auflage
140 Seiten
Publishdrive (Verlag)
978-0-00-103619-2 (ISBN)

Infos

What would happen if Jesus returned to Earth today-not to ancient Galilee, but to a world of smartphones, social media, climate crises, and deep divisions? This thought-provoking book imagines the Second Coming in the modern age, exploring how societies, governments, religions, and ordinary people might react. Would He be embraced as a savior or dismissed as a viral sensation? Would the powerful fear Him as they once did, or would His message of love, justice, and mercy break through the noise of our world? Blending theology, storytelling, and social commentary, the book challenges readers to reflect on how they might recognize and respond to Christ if He walked among us now.

Textauszug

The birth of Jesus at the Grand Central Station

 

As the train pulled into Grand Central Station, Joseph felt a mix of excitement and anxiety. He had envisioned a new life for his family, one filled with opportunity and stability. However, as he stepped onto the platform with Mary by his side, that vision began to crumble.

“Joseph, are you sure this is the right place?” Mary asked, her voice tinged with worry as she adjusted her shawl against the cold air.

“It has to be”, Joseph replied, scanning the bustling crowd. “The company promised us everything.”

But as he reached for his phone to call the company representative, dread settled in his stomach like a stone. His phone was stolen. He looked around and finally found an old fashioned payphone tucked away in a corner. The conversation was brief but devastating.

“What do you mean they went out of business?” Joseph exclaimed into the handset. “I was supposed to start today!” The voice on the other end offered no comfort.

“I'm sorry, sir. Your contract is void.” With that finality ringing in his ears, Joseph hung up and turned back to Mary.

“They’re gone,” he said quietly, feeling defeated. “The job... it fell through.” His heart sank further as he watched hope fade from Mary's eyes.

“What will we do now?” she asked softly, her hand resting protectively on her belly. Joseph took a deep breath and forced himself to think clearly.

“We’ll find somewhere to stay first,” he said resolutely. “Then we’ll figure out our next steps.”

As they wandered through the station looking for affordable accommodations, Joseph’s mind raced with possibilities—none of them good. The cheaper rooms were fully booked; only expensive hotels remained within sight.

 

“Look over there,” Mary pointed towards an old man pulling a cart of rags nearby. “Maybe he knows where we can go.”

With no other options left, Joseph approached him cautiously.

“Excuse me, sir,” he called out hesitantly. The old man turned slowly and smiled knowingly.

“A bit cramped and dirty,” he said with a chuckle while gesturing toward an obscure corner of the station behind some pipes and shadows, “but warm enough for you two.”

Joseph and Mary stood in the dimly lit corner of NY Grand Central Station, their breaths visible in the chilly air. The old man had pointed them toward a small nook behind some pipes, where discarded rags lay scattered like forgotten dreams. Joseph felt a pang of despair as he surveyed their surroundings.

“Is this really our best option?” Mary asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She wrapped her shawl tighter around herself, trying to ward off both the cold and the uncertainty that loomed over them.

“It’s better than nothing,” Joseph replied, forcing optimism into his tone. “We can rest here for tonight and figure things out in the morning.” He glanced around, noticing other weary travelers seeking refuge in similar corners. A sense of camaraderie hung in the air, unspoken yet palpable. As they settled onto a pile of rags, an elderly woman approached them with a warm smile.

“You look lost,” she said gently, her eyes twinkling with kindness despite her own worn appearance.

“We just arrived,” Joseph explained, his heart aching at how vulnerable they felt. “I was supposed to start a job today, but it fell through.” He could see sympathy flicker across her face.

“Ah, life has its twists,” she said knowingly. “But you’re not alone here.” She reached into her bag and pulled out two small pastries wrapped in paper. “Take these; they’ll help you feel more at home.” Mary's eyes widened as she accepted one gratefully.

“Thank you so much,” she said softly, tears threatening to spill over as gratitude washed over her. The woman nodded before moving on to offer comfort to another group nearby. Joseph watched her go and turned back to Mary.

“See? There are good people everywhere.” “I hope we find our way soon,” Mary murmured as she took a bite of the pastry, savoring its sweetness amidst their troubles. Joseph nodded resolutely.

“We will,” he assured her quietly, though doubt lingered at the edges of his mind like shadows creeping closer in the night.

The night deepened around Joseph and Mary as they huddled in their makeshift shelter, the chill seeping into their bones. The station buzzed with life, yet they felt isolated in their corner. Just then, a figure emerged from the shadows—a homeless man, his clothes tattered and face weathered by time.

“You two look like you could use some company,” he said, his voice gravelly but warm. He approached them slowly, as if wary of intruding on their moment of despair. Mary looked up, her eyes wide with surprise.

“We’re just trying to find our way,” she replied softly. The man chuckled lightly, a sound that seemed to echo through the cold air.

“Aren't we all? I’ve been wandering these streets for years now.” He settled down beside them without waiting for an invitation. “Name’s Tomas,” he introduced himself, extending a hand that trembled slightly. Joseph shook his hand firmly.

“I’m Joseph, and this is my wife, Mary.” He studied Tomas's face—lines etched deep told stories of hardship and resilience.

“What brings you guys to New York?” Tomas asked, tilting his head curiously.

“We came looking for work,” Joseph explained hesitantly. “But things didn’t go as planned.” His voice trailed off as he glanced at Mary, who was staring at the ground. Tomas nodded knowingly.

“Life has a way of throwing curveballs when you least expect it.” He paused before continuing, “But don’t lose hope; there are always opportunities lurking in unexpected places.” Mary looked up at him with renewed interest.

“Have you found any work here?” Tomas smiled faintly.

“Sometimes it’s not about finding work but creating your own path.” He gestured around the station filled with people rushing by. “Look at them—everyone is searching for something.” Joseph felt a flicker of inspiration ignite within him as he listened to Tomas speak.

“What do you mean?”

They shared stories under the dim light of the station, Joseph realized that even amidst uncertainty and despair, there was wisdom to be found in unexpected encounters. Tomas's words hung in the air like a promise waiting to be fulfilled. As they shared stories under the dim light of the station, Joseph realized that even amidst uncertainty and despair, there was wisdom to be found in unexpected encounters.

Mary felt a sudden tightening in her abdomen. She glanced at Joseph, who was pacing nervously, his brow furrowed with concern.

“Joseph,” she said softly, “I think it’s time.” Joseph stopped in his tracks, eyes wide.

“Now? Here?” He looked around at the dimly lit space filled with shadows and echoes of distant voices. “What do we do?” Mary took a deep breath, trying to steady herself against the wave of pain that washed over her.

“We have to make it work,” she replied, her voice steady despite the fear creeping into her heart. As another contraction gripped her, she leaned against the cold wall for support. The old man who had shown them their makeshift shelter shuffled closer, sensing the urgency in the air.

“You need help?” he asked, his voice raspy yet filled with an unexpected warmth.

“I guess so,” Joseph replied quickly, desperation lacing his tone. “Can you find something—anything—that could help us?” The old man nodded and disappeared momentarily into the shadows before returning with a few discarded blankets and some cardboard boxes.

“This will have to do,” he said gently as he laid them out on the ground. Mary winced again but managed a grateful smile.

“Thank you,” she whispered as she settled onto the makeshift bed.

“Just breathe, Mary,” Joseph encouraged, kneeling beside her and holding her hand tightly. “I’m here.”

The homeless gathered around them quietly; their faces reflected awe and reverence as they witnessed this miraculous moment unfold before them.

“You’re doing so well,” Joseph murmured between breaths as he wiped sweat from her brow.

The dim light flickered overhead, casting shadows that danced along the cold, damp walls of the station. Mary lay on the makeshift bed, her breath coming in quick bursts as she gripped Joseph's hand tightly. The sound of water dripping from rusty pipes echoed around them, a rhythmic reminder of their unusual surroundings.

“Stay with me, Mary,” Joseph urged, his voice steady despite the anxiety etched across his face. “You’re doing so well.” Mary nodded but winced as another contraction surged through her body.

“I can’t believe this is happening here,” she gasped, glancing at the old man who had helped those moments before. He stood nearby, watching with a mix of concern and awe.

“Life finds a way,” he said softly, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Even among these pipes and shadows.” Joseph leaned closer to Mary, brushing a damp strand of hair from her forehead. “Just breathe,” he whispered again, trying to keep her focused amidst the chaos of emotions swirling around them. As another wave hit her, Mary cried out softly.

“It’s too much!” The old man stepped forward cautiously. “You are strong, child,” he encouraged gently. “Remember what you’ve endured to get here.” A sudden silence enveloped them as they all held their breath in anticipation. Then...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 28.8.2025
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Romane / Erzählungen
• ISBN-10: 0-00-103619-X / 000103619X
• ISBN-13: 978-0-00-103619-2 / 9780001036192