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Chapter 57 of Jesus Josephovich: The Revolution

Ch57 The Last Supper

Ch 57. The Last Supper

Jesus Josephovich and Abraham entered Volodomir’s apartment carrying several large bags of groceries. They hauled the bags into the kitchen where Elena was already preparing things for the meal.

“Excellent,” she said when she saw the food. “I’ll be able to prepare enough for a dozen people,” she joked.

“Do you mind if I invite a few more guests?” Jesus asked.

“No, of course not,” Elena said. “Just tell me how many will be coming.”

“I think there will be about 12 people total.”

“Ok,” Elena replied apathetically. Normally such a request might cause her stress, but she had come to expect the unexpected with Jesus Josephovich in the house, and she found it easier to simply try and enjoy whatever came her way. “But I might need a miracle to have enough food for everyone to eat well.”

“There will be enough food,” Jesus Josephovich assured her.

Somehow she didn’t doubt him.

****

That evening the house was crowded with guests and the sweet smell of borsch, vegetables, and fried chicken cutlets filled the cozy apartment. Everyone sat around the large table that Elena had prepared. Volodomir, Elena, and their children sat around one end of the table next to Jesus Josephovich, Abraham, Andrey Bogdonovich and Volodomir’s boss Irina.

On the other side of the table sat the other guests that Jesus Josephovich had introduced. There was Kolya the computer hacker, Talia the PR Agent, The Politician that Jesus has healed, and Ivan the homeless man from Khreschatic. They all appeared to be slightly nervous eating dinner with Jesus Josephovich. They weren’t sure why they had been invited, and you never knew what was going to happen when he was around.

The food was served and wine was poured in each glass, plus some grape juice for the children and Ivan who had recently gone sober. Volodomir held up his glass at the head of the table and the others did the same.

“It is a tradition in Ukraine to make a toast,” Volodomir said. “First of course I would like to thank my beautiful wife Elena for this wonderful meal.” The guests agreed heartily.

“Na Zdorov’ye,” Elena replied. “To Your Health.”

“Na Zdorov’ye,” the guests repeated as they toasted their glasses and sipped the wine.

Volodomir raised his glass again. “I would also like to toast to our guest Jesus Josephovich,” he declared. Everyone around the table murmured their agreement. “I think everyone here can agree that he has, more than anyone else in recent memory, changed our lives for the better. And most importantly, he has reawakened something inside of me that I thought was dead. Something that I haven’t felt since the Orange Revolution. Here is to the Hope he has given us.”

“To Hope,” they cheered.

“Can I do the third toast, dad?” Katya interrupted.

The guests laughed at the girl’s youthful enthusiasm.

“Certainly,” Volodomir agreed.

“How many toasts are there?” Jesus Josephovich inquired.

Ivan, the homeless man raised his juice-filled glass. “Everyone must say a toast,” he answered. “This is why it can be dangerous to have large dinners in Ukraine,” he joked, “if you aren’t prepared.”

Jesus Josephovich looked at the wine bottles on the table and imagined that they might have to empty all of them to get through 12 toasts. No wonder Ukrainians drank so much.

“The third toast is always Za Lyubov, ‘To Love’,” Katya announced as she elegantly clanged her glass of juice against her father’s wine glass.

“To Love,” they shouted, and finished the third toast.

“Thank you Katya,” said Volodomir.

“Can I say one too dad?” Leosha asked.

“Of course.”

“Ok,” Leosha said as he composed himself. “Let’s raise glasses to Mr and Mrs. Santa Claus. They don’t get old, they don’t get sick and they always have money for lots of gifts! So let’s drink to us becoming more like them!”

“It’s not Christmas time,” Katya shouted as she elbowed her brother in the side.

“It’s the only big toast I know,” Leosha said.

The guests laughed at Leosha’s holiday toast, and clanged their glasses together.

“Ok, now it’s time for a serious toast,” Ivan said, raising his glass. The old homeless man cleared his throat and stood tall, as if presenting a speech to the President.

“There was an old man who lived alone, and one night his house burned down. He cursed God for his bad luck,” Ivan said in his deep rumbling voice. His eyes shined intensely as he gazed over the faces at the table. “Over time he rebuilt his house, and when it was finished, he realized that it was a better house and more beautiful than the one before. Now he praised God for his good fortune.”

Ivan took a deep breath. “I feel like that man is me. God destroyed my life so he could rebuilt it better. Now I finally understand it. I was a homeless man with no hope. Now I have a purpose for my life. I am able to help others, and everywhere I lay my head is home.” He looked at Jesus Josephovich and raised his glass of juice towards him. “Thank you,” he said sincerely.

The emotional guests raised their glasses in unison.

The meal continued and everyone enjoy it greatly. As they talked and laughed and reminisced, each of them would periodically raise a glass for another toast. Some told elaborate stories, while others mentioned a single phrase. Abraham toasted to brotherhood, Andrey toasted to knowledge, Tania toasted to success, Irina toasted to humility, and Kolya the hacker toasted to the spirit and energy that connects all things.

Finally it was the Politician’s turn. Feeling that he was the most important person present, he had waited to go last. He stood up and raised his glass towards Jesus Josephovich. “I remember the Orange Revolution, and what it was like to feel that we could change things for the better. That is how I feel around you,” he said to Jesus Josephovich. “That is the reason I got into politics. I wanted to change things for the better. I understand now that it is not simply politics that changes things. People must change. We must change ourselves.” He raised his glass higher. “To positive change,” he declared.

The guests toasted their glasses. The Politician touched Jesus Josephovich’s glass last and held his eyes.

“What do you say?” the Politician asked Jesus. “ Will you join our political party to help grow this change?”

Jesus Josephovich stood up from the table and held up his glass. He smiled and looked lovingly at each person who was present. “Do you know what the word ‘communion’ originally meant?” he asked.

The guests looked at each other and shook their heads.

“Churches have used the word for hundreds of years as a religious ritual, but the original word simply meant ‘fellowship’.”

Andrey and Volodomir exchanged a surprised glance, intrigued by the revelation. “This here,” Jesus said motioning to the meal, “is fellowship. Communing with one another. When we commune with one another, we commune with God.”

A wave of peace suddenly filled the hearts of everyone around the table. They felt connected to each other at a deep, yet fundamental level.

Jesus Josephovich continued. “Did you ever notice that when you are running, or exercising, or doing something difficult, that it is always easier when someone else is doing it with you? Running alone, a man will run out of energy much faster, but when running with a friend both runners will feel better, they will have more energy, they will be able to run longer and faster. Why do you think that is?”

“They don’t want to look bad to the other guy,” Leosha suggested.

“Perhaps it’s psychological,” Andrey suggested. “Maybe it’s our pride or our fear of failing that makes us work harder.”

“It is more than that,” Jesus Josephovich said. “When things join together for a common purpose they become more than themselves. Atoms become molecules, molecules become substances, substances become cells, and cells become living organisms. Men working together become something greater than men.”

“Cool,” said Leosha.

“It’s like an electrical circuit,” Jesus Josephovich continued. “The two parts by themselves can’t do anything extraordinary, but when they are connected energy flows through them. It is this energy that we feel when we are connected to other people. It is this energy, this spirit, that we feel when we love others and when we treat other people like our brothers and sisters. It is this energy that can start a real revolution.”

“I remember the revolution,” the hacker interrupted. “I remember a powerful feeling, something inside of me that I didn’t understand. It was like a fountain of emotion and energy. I felt like I could do anything.”

The other men nodded in agreement.

“And that was merely a political revolution,” Jesus Josephovich said. “Imagine what it would feel like to be a part of a spiritual revolution. A revolution to change not simply our laws, but our very hearts and minds. A chance to become the people that we always dreamed we could be.”

“How do you start a revolution like that?” the Politician inquired.

“You can’t do it alone,” Jesus Josephovich explained. “A single man can only change himself, but a group of men with a common purpose, a common spirit, can change the world. You need fellowship. You need to truly commune with each other, and with God. Fellowship is not meant to be just a moment together, like this supper, but a constant awareness of togetherness. Just as your cells come together to form a body, so your bodies and minds must come together to form something greater. The spirit of change.”

Jesus Josephovich raised his glass. “To true communion. To fellowship.”

“To fellowship,” they declared as they toasted their glasses.

When their glasses touched, a powerful feeling of energy surged through them and they understood that anything was possible. Their minds and spirits were in sync with the energy of the universe. They had become conduits of a higher power.

Suddenly there was a ring at the door. Jesus Josephovich’s 12th guest had arrived.

Lena opened the door to reveal the Oligarch standing with his body guards in the hallway. He handed his gloves to his bodyguard and entered the apartment alone.

“Thank you for your dinner invitation,” he politely announced to Elena. “I apologize for being late. I had many things to attend to.”

He looked at the group of gathered guests and frowned as he made eye contact with the hacker. Kolya quickly turned his eyes away from his boss.

The Oligarch walked over to the table and grabbed a piece of bread. He dipped it into the bowl of soup that Jesus Josephovich was dipping his bread into, and devoured the small snack.

“Unfortunately, I don’t have time to stay and eat with all of you. I only have time for one thing.” He glared at the foreigner.

“Do what you came to do, my friend,” Jesus replied.

“There are police waiting outside,” The Oligarch said. “They can either take you to prison as an illegal alien, or they can take you to the government office to get your new paperwork signed that will make you a Ukrainian citizen. The choice is yours.”

“Thank you,” Jesus Josephovich answered.

“The time has come for a decision to be made. Will you work with me and run this city together? What is your decision?” The Oligarch asked.

“Let me show you,” Jesus Josephovich said. He stood up from the table and walked into the kitchen.

“What are you doing?” the Oligarch asked.

“I’m going to wash my disciple’s dishes,” Jesus said.

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Chapter 56 of Jesus Josephovich: The Revolution

Ch56 MegaMart

Ch 56. Mega Mart

After fighting through traffic that was causing problems for thousands of motorists for no real reason at all, the green Volkswagon finally pulled into a massive parking lot with hundreds of other cars all spread out before a giant glowing sign that read “MEGA”. Waves of patrons moved in and out of a row of doors beneath the sign like ants carrying their day’s plunder.

“What is that building?” the Jesus Josephovich wondered as he stared at the warehouse sized structure.

“That’s the store,” Abraham said.

“That’s one store?” the foreigner replied.

“Yep,”Abraham answered.

“What do they sell there?”

“Just food,” Abraham replied.

“They only sell food? It is larger than most temples,” Jesus Josephovich noted.

“And it probably gets more visitors than most temples,” Abraham joked. “It certainly makes more money.”

They parked the car near the rear of the parking lot and had to walk half the length of a football field to reach the entrance. They joined a swarm of people pushing and shoving their way through the narrow set of double doors that flung open and shut with the wind.

Inside the building Jesus Josephovich paused in awe as he took in the size of the structure. The ceiling towered above them like a steel sky and the aisles appeared at first glance to extend forever.

As large as it was, the aisles were completely packed with shoppers. Many of them pushed carts in front of them that were the size of a small car, yet they still managed to load them with so much food that their items formed a mound that threatened to topple over the edges of the oversized baskets.

“What do people need so much food for?” Jesus Josephovich wondered as an older woman passed them pushing a particularly overloaded cart.

“I guess they like to stock up,” Abraham considered. “Or maybe they’re having a party.”

“You could feed five thousand people with less food,” Jesus noted as a cart filled with fresh bread and fish fillets squeaked by.

“Or my whole village in Africa,” Abraham added. “You should see the parties we have in Nigeria. Hundreds of people show up, and that’s just family.”

Abraham grabbed a giant shopping cart and headed down one of the large aisles that were filled with food products 15 feet high. They began grabbing large boxes of food off the shelves as Abraham directed. Jesus Josephovich was amazed at the size of the containers. Each box appeared to contain several items. Apparently it was not enough to just buy what you needed. You had to buy ten of everything.

The strange foods that he saw lining the aisles amazed the foreigner. Almost all of them seemed to be unnatural. Boxes and bags of chips and snacks or candies covered in plastic. The people who made these foods must have been more interested in covering the outside of their packages with beautiful designs, than with putting anything of actual value inside the containers.

They made their way aisle by aisle, piling the food higher and higher in their cart as they went down the list of things that Elena needed to make her big meal. The foreigner wondered if their cart would get piled as high as the others around them.

As they reached the end of the last aisle, Abraham heard a shout and stopped.

“Abraham!” A voice behind them called.

“Taiyewo!” he answered.

A young African man with a small beard hugged Abraham as the native shoppers walking past them observed the pair with interest.

“Let me introduce you to a friend of mine. This is Tai-ye-wo,” Abraham said with emphasis.

“Nice to meet you.” Jesus Josephovich hugged the young man, which brought even more odd looks from the surrounding shoppers.

“His name means ‘The First to Taste the World’,” Abraham said with a laugh.

“Haha, yes,” Taiyewo replied. “I am a twin,” he confessed. “In my tribe when a family has twins, they name the first child this. It is a tradition because there are many twins in our tribe.”

“More than in any other tribe in Africa,” Abraham added. “They like to have two of everything,” he joked.

“Haha, that’s right. One is not enough,” Taiyewo admitted. “We are ambitious people. We want it all.”

“Well, you should be able to find everything you need in this place,” Jesus Josephovich said glancing at the cavernous ceiling.

“Exactly,” Taiyewo said. “This is what I want. I want my life to be Mega. Bigger than life.”

“What are you looking for?” Jesus Josephovich asked.

Taiyewo showed them his basket. It will filled with chemicals and dyes. “You know, I am buying things to make some new designs. I am an artist.”

“Are these for your t-shirts?” Abraham wondered.

“Some of them, yes,” said Taiyewo. “I want to mark each of my creations with a special stamp. Something that people can only get from me. There are so many Nigerians selling clothes in the street markets that I want mine to be unique.”

“Taiyewo is an excellent artist,” Abraham said. “But of course, like all good artists at one point in their lives, he has no money. So now he sells t-shirts.”

“Yeah, but not like these other guys. Most people just buy a bunch of clothes from China and sell them on the street. Not me,” said Taiyewo. “I use my clothes as creative inspiration.”

“Truth cannot be hidden,” Jesus Josephovich said. “Your creativity is a part of your true being. It cannot be silent for long.”

“You’re exactly right man!” Taiyewo said enthusiastically. “If I didn’t let my creativity out, I would go crazy. I just wish I had more money so I could be more creative. I’ve got so much in here that wants to get out,” he said pointing to his head, “but I just don’t have the time and money to be as creative as I want to be.”

“Be careful not to confuse financial success with artistic success,” Jesus Josephovich advised. “Many people think that they have not fulfilled their purpose in life if they have not made a lot of money, and they miss the blessings that God has given them. God is the ultimate creative being. It is possible that he created you simply to create one t-shirt.”

Taiyewo laughed. “That would be great, eh? I design the perfect t-shirt and then my life’s purpose has been fulfilled. But I don’t just want to create these things for myself. I want the whole world to see my creations.”

“Why?” Jesus Josephovich asked. “Why is it necessary to be big?”

“Because if you’re big, it means you did something right,” Taiyewo answered. “It means you really are a good artist.”

“Are you sure about that?” Jesus Josephovich questioned.

Abraham and Taiyewo looked at each other. “I think so,” Taiyewo argued. “If you are successful, then your art connects with a lot of people.”

“But does that mean that what you created is of the highest quality?” Jesus Josephovich inquired. “Look around you. Look at the products in this store. This place is enormous and it has everything that you could ever need in it. But is this what you really want in your life?”

“What do you mean?” Taiyewo asked.

Jesus Josephovich grabbed a box of fruity candy off the shelf next to him. “Look at this food. Man has spent an enormous amount of time and money trying to create something that tastes sweet. But nature grows fruit out of the ground that is sweeter and healthier than this without any input from man. The simplest farmer can grow things that are better than all of this.”

“You’re probably right,” Taiyewo admitted. “I try not to eat those processed foods anyways.”

“Good, but that’s not the point,” Jesus Josephovich said. “The point is that nature’s creation provides the farmer with everything that he needs. It fulfills him. And if he has extra, he gives it to his neighbors and fulfills them as well. In this way, everyone’s needs are met. No one is hungry. Nature is abundant.”

“Ok,” Taiyewo replied. “But I can’t eat my art. I need to sell it. I need money.”

“You don’t need money,” Jesus Josephovich said. “Money is simply a form of energy. There are many other forms as well. What you need is a source of abundance.”

“Abundance. Isn’t that money?” Taiyewo asked.

“Those who seek only money never find abundance,” Jesus said. “When you create, you are creating out of abundance. But it does not come out of the abundance that your physical being has accumulated in this life. No, that kind of wealth is merely temporary and has no creative force. When you create, you are drawing from the abundance of the creative spirit that gives life to all things, and this is an infinite and eternal abundance that can never diminish.”

“You know it’s interesting,” Taiyewo replied after a moment of consideration, “when I am creating something beautiful, I am not thinking,” he said. “It feels like I am channeling something greater. A power that is outside of myself. That’s why I became an artist. I didn’t want to lose that feeling of connection with something bigger.”

Jesus Josephovich smiled. “The nature of the entire universe is abundance. There is more pure energy in a handful of stones than in all the efforts you will make in your entire life. You must tap into that abundance, but in order to find it you must stop looking without. The true source of abundance is within.”

“What does that mean, it’s within me?” Taiyewo asked.

“That is the secret of who you really are,” Jesus Josephovich told him as he touched his shoulder. “You spirit is connected to God, the creative source of all things. Your spirit can channel the infinitely creative force in the universe. Your spirit is also connected to your fellow man. Let the creativity of God flow through you in all things. Not merely your shirts and art, but in everything you do, every minute aspect of life. Live every moment inspired. Then you will truly fulfill God’s purposes and you will yourself be filled to overflowing.”

Taiyewo was transfixed at the thought of infinite abundance flowing through him. The moment Jesus touched his shoulder he felt that familiar feeling of creative intensity that he always felt when he was making art. It began to flow through his mind and into his heart and suddenly it seemed to fill his whole being. Energy was flowing through every cell of his body and even beyond his body. An extraordinary amount of energy pulsed through him, and as he traced it back to its source within himself, he realized that it spread out from him like a web into the ground and sky and the air around him.

The energy was flowing in and out from all directions at once. He was at one moment the conduit through which the energy flowed and at another moment the source of the flow. It was a connection to everything in the universe and he understood for the first time that he was not alone and he had nothing to fear. There was a source of infinite power that he could draw from and of which he was an eternal part.

“Who is this guy?” Taiyewo asked Abraham, amazed by what he had just experienced.

Abraham laughed. “He is a man who makes every moment as full as possible.”

“I believe it,” Taiyewo replied. He pointed to the nearly full shopping basket. “It looks like he’s going to make a lot of people full for supper tonight.”

Jesus Josephovich smiled. “He who eats this food will be hungry again. He who consumes truth will be filled to overflowing.”

“I like that,” Taiyewo said. “Maybe I’ll put that on a t-shirt.”

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