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Chapter 28 of Jesus Josephovich: The Revolution

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Ch 28. The Farmer’s Tale

Jesus Josephovich and the group of homeless drunks were causing quite a scene in the passageway beneath the street which led to the Kontraktova Metro station. The strange looking men were talking lively, embracing, and slapping each other on the back like old friends.

They were congratulating Jesus Josephovich and one another on his encounter with the runaway orphan, Natalya. He had convinced her to get help in order to get off the streets and out of prostitution and she had already made a phone call to an organization which had agreed to help her. Now they were eating snacks they had purchased to celebrate her first step in her new life.

The bums had gathered their money together and purchased a small cake and several non-alcoholic beers. One of them had also purchased several odd-shaped rolls of thin bread stuffed with vegetables, meat, and sauce. He handed one to Jesus Josephovich with a smile.

“What’s this?” Jesus Josephovich asked, staring at the unique food.

“It’s called a shawarma,” the man explained. “Try it. I think you’ll like it.”

Jesus Josephovich took a bite and some of the sauce spilled all over the ground. He dodged the spilling sauce and nodded his head pleasantly. “It’s not bad. What kind of meat is it?”

The homeless man shrugged his shoulders. “Don’t ask. It’s better not to know.”

Jesus Josephovich’s eyes widened as he stared into the mysterious tortilla.

As the group continued to celebrate, Jesus Josephovich noticed that one of the homeless men was standing alone in a corner away from the rest of the group. The man had a thin, nervous face and anxious eyes. It was clear that he was very uncomfortable.

Jesus Josephovich walked over to the man and offered him his shawarma. The man shook his head.

“Those aren’t healthy,” he said. “I’d rather not eat anything.”

“A man who eats bad food will be unhealthy, but a man who eats nothing will be dead,” Jesus Josephovich said with a grin.

He held out the shawarma once again. The man smiled and took a bite.

“Are you okay?” Jesus Josephovich asked. “You look upset.”

The man’s thin face froze and his breathing stopped for an instant. He nervously pulled Jesus Josephovich closer to him. He tried to say something several times, but he couldn’t get it out. Finally the words came.

“I – I’ve done bad things,” he said. “Like her.” He nodded his head towards the young prostitute. “I’ve paid young women like her to do things.”

The homeless man was terribly embarrassed and his voice cracked as he tried to speak the truth. He stopped talking and cleared his throat nervously.

Jesus Josephovich put his hand gently on the man’s shoulder and felt the depth of the man’s pain. He understood what he feared and he nodded for him to continue.

“I want to be good, I really do; but I do bad things,” the bum said. “I can’t be good. I’ve sinned too much. It’s too late for me, I think.” He looked around with a defeated expression sunken into his face.

“What’s your name?” Jesus Josephovich asked.

“Jenya,” the man said.

“Jenya, if the purpose of life was not to sin, then God could simply create nothing, and then there would be no sin,” Jesus Josephovich stated. “Or he could take away our free will, make us his slaves, like robots, and again there would be no sin. But do you think that is what the Creator wants?”

The homeless man shook his head. “No. But I’m afraid,” he confessed. “I’m afraid that if I try to be good, I will do bad things again. I’ve tried to stop drinking many times, and I’ve always gone back to the bottle again in the end. It’s like that with many things for me – drugs, stealing…sex. It would be better to die than to keep failing, wouldn’t it?”

“Have you ever had a farm or a garden?” Jesus Josephovich asked.

The homeless man nodded. “My father was a farmer.”

Jesus Josephovich smiled and began his story. “A farmer raised his son and taught him all the rules of farming. He taught him how to till the earth, how to plant the seeds, how to feed them, how to get rid of pests, and when to harvest the crops. He also told him all the big mistakes he should avoid. If he followed all these rules, the son would be likely to have a good harvest.

“When the boy had his own farm, however, he became so afraid of making mistakes, that he didn’t do anything at all. He didn’t want any failure of the crops to be his fault, so he simply threw the seeds on the ground and let them grow however fate allowed.

“After a few years, even though he had avoided all the mistakes that his father had warned him about, his farm was ruined. Not only was the boy’s farm as bad as it would have been if he had made all the mistakes that his father had warned him about in the first place, but his situation was even worse because he had become complacent.

“If he had been working hard according to his father’s instructions, he could have fixed any problems that had arisen, and any mistakes that he might have made could have been corrected. But because he had done nothing, he had forgotten how to work properly, he had no motivation, he had become lazy. Now, even if he wanted to fix his farm, he was incapable of doing it.

Jenya nodded his head, understanding.

“So you see,” Jesus Josephovich finished, “the man failed because he only thought about the negative things his father had taught him. In reality, it was the positive things his father had taught him that were the most important, and if he had done those things then he could have been successful even if he had made many mistakes.”

Jenya seemed to relax a little and sighed deeply. “I understand,” he said pensively. “But I’m still afraid. I’m afraid that if I make a mistake, if I’m not perfect, then I’ll give up again.”

“Perfect?” Jesus Josephovich said shaking his head. “Perfection is not the absence of sin, but the presence of complete goodness. One cannot reach perfection simply by avoiding sin. You must strive to find opportunities to create goodness in your life and in the lives of others. A perfect person is not incapable of sinning. A perfect person simply has so much goodness inside of them that there is no room left for bad things.”

“But can a bad person do good things?” the man wondered, glancing at the young girl out of the corner of his eye. The homeless man felt as if in some way his desires had caused part of her suffering. The girl’s presence would not let him stop feeling the guilt of his past immoral acts.

“You’re still too focused on your mistakes,” Jesus Josephovich said, seeing Jenya’s guilty expression. “Don’t focus on the things you shouldn’t do, focus on the things you should do. People think that God doesn’t want them to have sex, but that isn’t it at all. God just wants us to have the best marriages possible, and for that we must be faithful to our spouses.

“Do not think that God doesn’t want you to lie – think that God wants you to live every moment with a clear and happy conscience. Do not think that God doesn’t want you to steal – think that God wants you to have the satisfaction of working hard and building something of value for yourself and your family and your community. It’s not that he doesn’t want you to ever hurt another person – it’s that he wants you to help people whenever you can. God wants you to have the best life possible.”

The shy homeless man scratched his head, trying to understand this new perspective. Jenya had always felt guilty about his life for some reason, so he had always simply tried to minimize his negative impact on the world around him. He never considered that he might be able to have a positive effect on the world.

“What can I do?” Jenya asked.

“Love,” Jesus Josephovich answered simply. “If you are loving someone, then you can’t sin. Sin and love are opposites. If you are afraid to sin, then you must simply love someone at every moment. Then you will never sin.”

“And if I do sin?” Jenya asked timidly.

“Sin is nothing but a barrier between us and the best possible life. Sin gets in the way of love. You must remember that the purpose of life is not to not sin, but to produce love. Therefore, if you sin, stop, and then love.”

“You know I used to pray every day that God would kill me,” Jenya admitted, his eyes watering. “That way I wouldn’t sin any more.”

Jesus looked at him sympathetically and touched his hand. “Part of you does need to die,” Jesus agreed. “Your guilt.” He softly placed his hand on Jenya’s heart and stared into his eyes as if looking right into his soul. “God forgives you,” he whispered.

Jenya gasped as something like a fog lifted off his heart and mind. For a brief moment he saw himself as God saw him: as a soul. As a perfect, blameless being. It was his body that had sinned, not his soul. His soul was as clean as the day he was born. It had always been that way, but now he could feel it. It felt like being born again.

Jenya’s past failings and problems seemed to disappear, melting into a distant place in the back of his mind. He didn’t know why, but he felt free. His nervous twitches stopped and his entire demeanor became peaceful and calm.

Jesus Josephovich turned his head and looked at the poor runaway orphan who was talking and laughing with the other homeless men. He looked back at Jenya and winked. Jenya understood. He nodded, took a deep breath, and walked over to the orphan. From that moment on, Jenya thought, he would have a new purpose in life: to help that young girl.

As that thought crossed his mind, a strange feeling wormed its way up through his abdomen and into his chest flowing through his heart as naturally as his lifeblood, and he realized what was happening to him: it was love.

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Chapter 27 of Jesus Josephovich: The Revolution

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Ch 27. The Prostitute

The Communist Party campaign manager got as much information about Jesus Josephovich as he could, and Volodomir finally helped him understand what the foreigner had been talking about when he kept mentioning “love for all men”, to the great relief of the campaign manager.

As they were discussing the situation further with the manager, a small group of shabbily dressed men, who were led by a dirty bum in a beautiful Italian leather coat, which did not at all fit his appearance, interrupted the conversation. The man in the leather coat shouted when he saw Jesus Josephovich and greeted the man with a hug and a kiss on either cheek.

“Here he is!” the finely dressed bum shouted. “This is the man I’ve been telling you about. Jesus Josephovich.”

Jesus Josephovich recognized him instantly. It was the drunken man he had spoken to earlier in the week. He had given the man his new Italian leather coat in the hopes that it would not only keep the man warm as he slept on the metro stairs in winter, but that it would also lend the man some confidence in the fact that God could still use him. Apparently it had worked.

The men in the group behind him were all shabbily dressed homeless men with scraggly beards who had more teeth missing than were left in their smiles. They smelled of body odor and other unmentionable things, but there was something different about this group of bums from other homeless people on the street. They were happy, almost child-like, and they were talking to each other like nothing was out of the ordinary about a group of homeless men out for a night on the town.

They greeted Jesus Josephovich and shook his hand as if they were being introduced to the President. The other people in the crowd backed away from the smelly mob, but Jesus welcomed them proudly.

“So you’re the crazy man who gave Ivan Andreyevich his coat,” said one of the men.

Jesus Jospehvich smiled with pride. “Ivan!” he shouted with joy. “You look fantastic. Are these your friends?”

“They are now,” Ivan Andreyevich replied. “I did just like you said. I’ve been sharing my drinks with these fellows here, and we haven’t stopped talking for three days. I tell you, I haven’t felt better than this in years. I feel like I can actually help someone. I feel like I have a purpose again.” As Ivan spoke, tears began to fill his eyes.

Jesus Josephovich put his hands on Ivan’s shoulders and nodded his head. “Well done,” he said. “I told you that you had something to give.”

“And you wouldn’t believe it, but the other day two large men came out of an alley and threw money at me. Then today on our way to find you a man came out of a casino and gave each of us $1000. Every day is a new blessing from God!” Ivan declared.

Volodomir stepped forward, but not too close, and smiled at the homeless troop. “So this is the man you gave the coat to.”

“As you can see, it was well worth it,” Jesus Josephovich stated.

Volodomir raised his eyebrows awkwardly, in an attempt to agree with Jesus’ assessment, but he was less than convinced. His son Leosha stifled a laugh.

“We would love to chat about what we’ve been doing,” Ivan said, “but we actually need your help.”

“There’s someone we want you to meet,” one of the homeless men said. “Someone who needs your help even more than we do.”

Jesus Josephovich agreed to help them. He said goodbye to the crowd and to the campaign manager, who was quite upset to see him go, and followed the men through the tunnels beneath the street into the Metro. They took the Metro two stations to Metro Kontractova Ploscha and exited the train.

Near the station, in the tunnels under the street, they found a young girl who was sitting on a cardboard box, with a beer in her hand, silently watching the crowds walk past. She was probably 15 or 16 years old, but she was so malnourished and thin that she could have been mistaken for a 12 year old. Her hair and clothes were black and her eyes were encased in thick circles of dark makeup. She smelled like cigarettes.

She saw the group of old homeless men coming and smirked coldly. Then she saw Jesus Josephovich and her face turned hard. She was not in the mood to meet new people, especially foreigners.

“Natalya,” said one of the old men. “We want you to meet the man who helped us. This is Jesus Josephovich.”

The girl scrunched her eyes at the name and nodded hello. Jesus Josephovich tried to smile at her sincerely, but she barely even glanced at him.

“He’s here to help you,” said Ivan, frustrated that the girl was not being friendly.

“I don’t need help,” she said.

“But yesterday you told us – ”

“I’m fine,” she claimed.

The group of men looked at Jesus Josephovich and began whispering in his ear.

“She’s an orphan,” one of the bums said. “She ran away from the government school and she’s living on the street.”

“She’s been making money… with her body,” Ivan whispered.

The girl suddenly became angry at their comments and cursed at them. “What do you know? Just leave me alone! How can you help me?”

“Is it true that you ran away from your school?” Jesus Josephovich asked.

“Do you want to know why I ran away?” she asked with morbid pride. “They raped me,” she said. “The boys at the orphanage. They do it to many of the girls when they are young. Some of us they never stop raping.”

The men were stunned silent. They stood uncomfortably still as Natalya looked at them. In that moment, they hated the fact that they were men.

Jesus Josephovich, however, was unfazed by her story. He knelt next to her on the ground. “I don’t blame you for leaving that place.”

“They raped me for free at the orphanage. At least now I get paid for it,” she said.

“There’s a group that can help her,” Ivan noted. “A charity group that helps street kids. They offered to help her, but she doesn’t want to go.”

“How do you feel about your situation?” Jesus Josephovich asked her. “Do you want to continue doing these things?”

“What else can I do?” she asked stubbornly. “Become a waitress?”

“Do you feel guilty about what you’re doing?” Jesus Josephovich wondered.

“No,” she said defiantly.

“Did you feel guilty when they raped you for the first time at the orphanage?”

The girl’s face froze and she looked down at her feet. “Yes,” she said, her mouth trembling.

“It’s interesting that you would feel guilty about something that someone else did to you, but you don’t feel guilty when it’s your own choice.”

Natalya stared into the beer bottle between her hands. “I don’t know why I felt that way. I was stupid. Now I don’t feel like I have any other choice. But then, when I was young, I thought that if this terrible thing was happening to me, then I must have done something wrong to deserve it.” She cleared her throat with difficulty.

“The innocence and humility of youth,” Jesus Josephovich said. “Children would rather blame themselves than admit that the people they love are harming them.”

The girl’s face hardened again. “Children are stupid.”

Jesus Josephovich sat next to her against the wall. “Can I have a sip of your beer?” he asked.

“Okay,” she said, surprised. She gave him the bottle. Ivan smiled to his friends as he watched Jesus try to encourage her the way he had encouraged Ivan.

Jesus Josephovich took a sip of the beer, handed it back to her, and leaned his head against the wall. “I want to tell you a story,” he said. “A wise Prince was searching for a Princess. He had two choices. One Princess was rich and beautiful and she had many suitors, but her good position in society made her arrogant. The other Princess was poor and ugly, and no one wanted to marry her. She knew this and it made her angry and moody, but in her heart she was humble and caring. Which Princess did the wise Prince choose?”

Natalya grimaced. “The beautiful one, of course.”

Jesus Josephovich shook his head. “The wise Prince chose the poor and humble girl, because he knew she would be loyal to him always. It was difficult at first, because she was not accustomed to being loved, but after a few years his love transformed her into a woman who was even more beautiful than the first Princess, because the goodness inside of her radiated from within like a bright light. Everyone who saw her was amazed, and she was completely loyal to him because it was his love that had made her beautiful.”

The girl was touched, but she attempted not to show it. “It’s a fairytale,” she reasoned.

“It’s you,” Jesus Josephovich said. “God wants to love you. His love will transform you. And I know that he will be more excited about helping you change your life than about a hundred beautiful girls whose lives are already easy and comfortable. It is because he knows that if you change, you will be loyal to him forever.”

There was a tear in the girl’s eye. She quickly wiped it away and sighed deeply.

Jesus Josephovich knelt on one knee and held her hand. “Do you accept God’s love?” he proposed.

The girl looked around at the group of homeless men, watching in anticipation. They looked so anxious that it almost made her laugh. She wiped her tears again and looked Jesus Josephovich in the eye.

“I do.”

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Chapter 26 of Jesus Josephovich: The Revolution

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Ch 26. Politics As Usual

Jesus Josephovich quickly found himself surrounded by a crowd of people at the Communist protest. The contrast between the harsh and angry protesters and the foreigner’s genuine care for people brought many interested listeners to Jesus.

No one knew exactly why he was there, but his discussions were so interesting that they couldn’t leave. He didn’t care about politics and he wasn’t asking for anything from anybody. He was there because he wanted to be, and they all felt as if he had something special to say personally to each one of them.

No matter how much he talked about real life, however, someone in the crowd would always try to bring the conversation back to politics. Maybe it was because of the giant “NATO” protest signs or the pro-Communist banners hanging all over the tents, but politics seemed an inescapable obsession.

Volodomir and his family waited for a while listening to Jesus Josephovich talk to the people at the rally, but eventually Elena and Katya got bored and decided to continue shopping. Volodomir stayed at the rally to make sure that nothing bad happened to his guest, and his son Leosha stayed with him in case something interesting happened that he didn’t want to miss, like a fight.

One of the bystanders, an older gentleman in a long black coat and a round black hat, tried to steer the discussion back to politics. “Our political situation is terrible,” the man said. “Should we just destroy our system and start again?”

“What government is perfect? In which country does it rule?” Jesus Josephovich asked. “If one of you knows a perfect man, then come, let him rule not only this country, but the whole world as well.”

No one answered Jesus’ challenge.

“It is our laws that are the problem,” another gentleman added. “We have one law that says you can’t do something, and another law that says you can. Everything is contradictory and even if a law is clear, nothing is enforced properly.”

“And where is the perfect law?” Jesus Josephovich replied. “Where is the law that prevents all men from harming one another? Where is the rule that keeps all men honest?”

“There is no such law,” the man answered. “It’s impossible.”

“There is such a law,” Jesus Josephovich stated. “This law is love. But it is neither a prohibition nor an obligation. Therefore, who can write such a law? I tell you, it cannot be written, it must be shown.”

A young man with wild tattoos on his body and piercings in his nose and eyebrow pushed his way to the center of the crowd. “In that case, we shouldn’t have any laws at all,” the young anarchist said. “We should let everyone do whatever they want to do. Why should we have to obey a government that doesn’t do what we want it to do? There is no perfect government, so there shouldn’t be any government at all.”

The crowd pushed in closer to hear the wild-looking young man. The anarchist’s presence seemed to heighten the nerves of everyone in the crowd. The police moved closer to the crowd. Leosha watched hopefully for any potential violent outbreaks.

“Only God is perfect,” Jesus Josephovich replied. “Therefore, to expect something other than God to be perfect is not only irrational, it is blasphemous.”

“But wouldn’t it be better not to have a government, than to have one that cheats the people?” the anarchist suggested.

“Somehow we imagine that a system made of people will have none of the faults of people.” Jesus Josephovich said. “Before you can judge a group of men, however, you must understand and judge yourself. Ask the same question of yourself then: is it better for me to live imperfectly according to certain rules, or to live with no rules at all?”

“I would rather live without any rules,” said the anarchist. “Then no one can tell me what to do. I don’t think society would degenerate and fall apart without a government. Do you?” the anarchist wondered.

“Again, you are trying to answer a question about all people,” Jesus Josephovich said. “We ask questions about governments because we are afraid to ask questions about our own lives. What you should be doing is answering the question for yourself. Do I have a purpose for my life?”

“I don’t need a purpose,” the young man said enthusiastically. “I just do whatever I want.”

“You may want to reconsider,” Jesus Josephovich warned. “A life without a purpose is like a car without a road.”

“Well if it’s a Ukrainian road then it still won’t help very much,” the anarchist joked.

Another man joined the conversation. He was a tall and confident businessman in his mid-thirties. He was wearing a nice suit and a thick black coat that almost touched the ground. The anarchist was clearly annoyed by his interruption and Leosha once again was on the lookout for a good quarrel.

“Capitalism is the only true way for a nation to prosper,” the businessman said loudly. “It is the richest political system in the world, so it is obviously the best.”

Jesus Josephovich scratched his beard and sighed. “Has it never occurred to you that money isn’t necessary? Does no one see that money isn’t real?”

The people were silent as they considered this idea.

Jesus Josephovich continued. “Money doesn’t do any of the things we want. Money is merely a guarantee that when we have done what we promised, we will receive what has been promised to us. But it is an empty promise.”

“But without money, we couldn’t have a civilized society. You can’t barter with buildings and cars,” the businessman said.

“Everything that has ever been created or built was made by human hands. Money didn’t lift a single brick. Everything that has ever been invented or designed was developed by a human mind. Money has never created a single idea.”

“Money motivates people,” the businessman argued.

“Two men are making shoes for a young boy,” Jesus Josephovich said. “The first man was paid a high sum of money to make the shoes. The second man was not paid anything, but the boy that he is making the shoes for is his son. Who will make the better pair of shoes?” Jesus Josephovich asked.

“Probably the father,” the businessman admitted.


“Because he loves his son.”

“What is it that you really want?” Jesus Josephovich asked the crowd. “People want money because they think it will bring them the things they want. They think it will give them material possessions, peace of mind, security, opportunities. But what if we gave each other something worth even more than all of these things rather than money? What if we gave each other love? Is there anything more valuable? Is there any stronger motivation?”

“But you can’t love everybody,” the businessman said.

“Were you here during the revolution?” Jesus Josephovich asked.

“Yes,” the businessman answered.

“And did you love all the people around you?”

“I did,” the businessman admitted, as he recalled that special time when everyone was united in purpose and in thought, and when everyone, even complete strangers, felt like brothers and sisters.

“Then it is possible,” Jesus Josephovich said. He climbed onto the base of a large statue, turned to the crowd and spread his arms.

“Look at the things that man has built for money,” he said. “Imagine what man could do for love. If every man loved every man, what could mankind build?”

“A paradise,” shouted Volodomir.

The entire crowd paused and seemed to relax as this idea flowed through their minds. Suddenly a short, fat man grabbed Jesus Josephovich by the arm and pulled him away from the crowd. He smiled greedily and never looked the foreigner in the eye as he spoke.

“Jesus Josephovich,” the fat man said as if he had known him for years. He vigorously shook the foreigner’s hand while scanning the crowd. “You are putting on quite a show. You’ve attracted more people then our entire protest. How would you like to work for our campaign?”

“Who are you?” Jesus Josephovich asked, confused by the interruption.

“I am the manager of this campaign. We have powerful supporters. We can pay you well,” he added in a whisper.

Jesus Josephovich put his arm tenderly around the nervous fat man. “Can you pay me in love?”

The pudgy campaign manager laughed loudly. “Of course we can. We can pay you in any way you desire. Do you prefer blondes or brunettes?” he whispered.

Jesus Josephovich gave his friend Volodomir a confused look. Volodomir put his hand to his head, embarrassed. Little Leosha started giggling; this was even better than a fight.

He turned back to the campaign manager. “Maybe you don’t understand. My love is for all men.”

The campaign manager’s plump round eyes opened wide and he froze momentarily. He giggled nervously and looked around at the crowd. “Oh. You’re one of those,” he said. “It’s not a problem. We can get you whatever, or whoever, makes you happy,” he whispered.

“Then I would like to start with you,” Jesus Josephovich said.

“What do you mean?” the portly man replied worriedly.

“I must show you how to love all men,” Jesus Josephovich said.

For the first time in a long time the campaign manager was speechless.

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Chapter 25 of Jesus Josephovich: The Revolution

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Ch 25. The Communists

Jesus Josephovich returned to Volodomir and his family with his winnings from the casino. They were more than a little bit shocked when he reached into his pocket and handed Katya several large bills.

“What’s this for?” she asked.

“For the cell phone,” Jesus Josephovich said with a smile.

“Where did you get the money?” Leosha wondered.

“God always provides,” Jesus Josephovich answered.

The family walked out of the Globus underground mall and into Independence Square. The entire square was covered with a thin layer of bright white snow and the soft gray sky enveloped the city in a feeling of quiet peacefulness. This tranquil view was almost completely disrupted, however, by a giant stage set up on one side of the street with massive banners proclaiming, “NATO – NO!”, from which loud Soviet style music was being trumpeted across the square. On the other side of the street, a large group of people was gathered waving red flags and occupying tents while shouting at pedestrians.

“Who are they?” Jesus Josephovich inquired.

“Those are the Communists,” Volodomir said with displeasure. “We should stay away from them. It’s not good for a foreigner to be there.”

“What do they want?” Jesus Josephovich questioned further.

“They want things to be the way they were under Communism. They don’t like the current political system. But it’s all just politics anyway. They were paid a lot of money to stand out there and yell.”

Jesus Josephovich quickly walked across the street towards the crowd with the red banners. Volodomir tried to stop him but it was too late. He begrudgingly followed behind the foreigner at a distance hoping that Jesus wouldn’t get himself into trouble.

Some old men saw the foreigner walking towards them and began to yell at him, “NATO, NO! Go home Yankee Foreigners!”

Jesus Josephovich walked up to them and smiled politely. “What’s a Yankee?” he asked.

“You’re not an American?” they questioned.

“No. I’m from the Middle East.”

“My God,” an old woman yelled. “Then you must understand why we don’t want America interfering in our country. Look what they have done to the Middle East!”

The other protesters noticed that a foreigner was talking to some of the people in their group, and they began to gather around him to listen and see if they could shout out a few words of their own opinions.

“What have they done?” Jesus Josephovich asked innocently.

“War,” an old man said. “They start wars and they steal oil.”

“War is always a terrible thing,” Jesus Josephovich agreed. “And yet, our countries often take more pride in it than in anything else.”

Another old man came into the group. He stood very close to the foreigner as he talked. His breath smelled like beer. Jesus Josephovich wasn’t sure if the man was angry at him, or if he was just so old that he had to stand very close to him in order to hear.

“We used to be proud of our country,” the elderly man said. “It was a great country with a great history. The Soviet Union provided everything for the people. And what do we have now? Now these greedy politicians and foreign businesses have taken everything and they do nothing for the people.”

“What do you want?” Jesus Josephovich asked.

“We want the government to give the people what they deserve,” the man said.

An old woman in a thick coat and an old headscarf grabbed his arm. She yelled at him as if it was his fault that all of this was happening. “We need a bigger pension!” she said. “We can’t live on what they give us. We worked hard our whole lives for the Soviet Union, and now we have nothing. It isn’t fair!”

Jesus Josephovich put his hand comfortingly on her shoulder. She became very quiet and wasn’t sure if the foreigner had understood her.

“Who do you support?” the first old man asked. “Which political party are you from?”

“I don’t worry about politics,” Jesus Josephovich said. “I believe that people should follow God if they want to be happy.”

“God?” the old man said. “God is a personal matter. This is politics. Politics affect everybody.”

“Politics and laws are like the tides of the ocean,” Jesus Josephovich said. “They slowly guide a drifting boat in a general direction. But the heart and spirit of a nation is like the rudder of a boat; it can instantly change its direction to the right or to the left. God is the guide for our hearts,” he explained. “New laws and new political ideologies take many years to make major changes in a country, but a new spirit, a new heart, can change the world in a day.”

The protesters were impressed by this statement, but they were not convinced that this foreigner didn’t represent a political party. Somehow, politics were always involved.

“So what does God want us to do?” the woman asked poignantly. “Does he want us to starve to death from these pitiful pensions?”

“I don’t think so,” he laughed. “God wants you to give to each other. To help each other. To love one another,” Jesus Josephovich explained. “If you live only for yourself, you will never have enough, but if you live for each other, you will always have an abundance.”

Another elderly man stepped forward who knew the Bible well. “The Christ said that people should give their money to the poor and that the rich should share their wealth with everyone,” he challenged.

“Oh yes,” Jesus Josephovich agreed. “To live in the kingdom of Heaven you have to give up everything that you have. We will all share everything.”

“So there. You believe in Communism,” said the old man victoriously. “The government takes everyone’s money and spreads it evenly throughout society.”

“The government?” Jesus Josephovich repeated the word fretfully. “Oh no. I would never want the government to take everyone’s money. In the kingdom of Heaven, no one tells people to give their money away. They just do it themselves, of their own giving hearts.”

“But what’s the difference if the government takes my money and gives it to the poor or if I give my money directly to them?” the man argued.

“The difference is in the attitude of your heart,” Jesus Josephovich stated. “If someone takes your money, you think them a villain, but if you give your money to someone freely, you think them blessed.”

“Isn’t it better to have a law so that I don’t forget to give or lie about it? Surely it is better to be forced to give than to never give at all?” the man argued further.

“It does nothing for your heart and soul if you are forced to give things,” Jesus Josephovich answered. “It only helps you and the other person when the gift is from the heart. The man forced to give and the man forced to receive would be better off with nothing at all, for then they would not deceive themselves into thinking that they were doing their spiritual duty.”

Volodomir had been listening to the conversation and stepped in to help his friend. “Besides,” Volodomir added, “once the government touches the money, you’ll be lucky if one tenth of your gift reaches those it was meant for.” A few people laughed. Others groaned morosely.

“You should give to each other and help each other, but it must be out of love; otherwise you gain nothing from it, and the other person learns nothing from it,” Jesus Josephovich emphasized. “The person who receives will never be happy unless they learn to love other people. You can provide everything in the world for someone, but if they don’t become a more loving person, then what was the point?”

The confused crowd began yelling and arguing about many different topics, and Volodomir started feeling a bit worried for his friend. Then Jesus Josephovich suddenly gave the nearest old woman a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. She began to laugh. The crowd quieted.

“You see,” Jesus Josephovich said to the woman. “It is not laws that are important, but action. Talk is talk, but love is love. Take action. Love someone. That is how you will make a difference.”

The people around her started to talk and giggle.

“Maybe that will work,” she said with a childish grin.

“Let me show you.” Jesus Josephovich began to give strangers on the street a hug and then talk to them about their problems. He soon had a large group of people around him, listening to him. The Communist protesters were impressed.

Instead of yelling and shouting at bystanders, the protesters followed his example and they soon had a large group of interested people standing with them discussing various topics. The entire atmosphere of the rally changed from that of anger and hostility to one of comradeship and understanding.

Volodomir and his family were shocked. “Maybe you should run for President,” Volodomir’s son joked.

Jesus Josephovich laughed. “I thought the Communists didn’t like foreigners,” he said.

Volodomir put a hand on his shoulder. “Stalin was from Georgia and Lenin had Jewish roots. If you can win an election, you’re not a foreigner,” he said. “You’re a comrade.”

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