Stories Jesus Told Me
An introduction to the parables that cannot be found in the Bible.
Let’s begin by being honest. I wasn’t around 2000 years ago when Jesus came to bring the world out of the darkness, but the assumption that Jesus never spoke with me is wrong. Jesus is a friend of mine who I’ve known many years and have come to respect and admire not because of miracles but because everything he taught me is true.
The parables you will read here are not stories from 2000 years ago, and are in-fact, stories of a more recent lifetime in our modern world. Believe if you want to or disbelieve if that is your opinion. Your belief doesn’t change the life lessons taught in these parables. Nor will your beliefs change what I know to be truth. The real truths can always stand up to the non believers, the deniers, and those who would rather you just not know.
Jesus and I traveled together many years in these modern times. Thus these parables are not recorded in the Bible or any other record from 2000 years ago. These stories were only recorded by myself and will never be recorded in the many ‘holy’ texts that claim to be the final word.
Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoy and learn from these stories Jesus gave to me.
The Kid in the Candy Store
One day when Jesus was in the village market he took the time to observe and study the many sellers of food, clothing, sandals, blankets,soaps, spices and confectioneries, as well as the many people who came to town to trade with them. It was then he chanced to see a boy who was also watching and waiting. Jesus decided to hide in the crowd and watch the child.
As Jesus watched, the boy stood watching a woman selling fresh candies and and other treats she had brought with her that day. Jesus knew she had worked many hours to prepare her candies and cakes as her table was filled. Jesus stood patiently watching the boy as the boy waited until the woman was busy with lots of customers. The boy quietly walked to her table, grabbed a handful of candy, and ran away to hide and eat the sweets.
Several times Jesus watched as the boy walked to the table, grabbed some treats, then ran to his hiding place. Jesus decided to slip into the boy’s hiding place while the boy was away stealing candy. Finally, when the boy came running back he ran headlong into Jesus dropping his candy to the ground. “What are you doing?” Jesus asked.
Startled, the boy stared at Jesus for a moment before answering, “Not anything.”
“Then why are you hiding?” Jesus asked.
“Because,” the boy answered as he picked the candy up from the ground, “I don’t want my candy to get stolen before I can eat it.”
“You mean like the way you steal the candy?” Jesus inquired.
“I didn’t steal it,” the boy lied, “My mother says I can have all I want.”
“So,” Jesus looked at the boy, “if I take you to the woman who sells the candy she will tell me you are allowed all the candy you want.”
The boy winced, then pleaded, “Please don’t take me to her.”
“Because she’s not your mother,” Jesus asked, “or because your mother doesn’t allow you to eat all the candy you want?”
The boy looked at the ground.
“Well,” Jesus insisted, “which is it?”
“Both,” the boy replied.
“Why did you steal the candy?” Jesus asked.
“Because I’m hungry,” the boy answered.
“You don’t look hungry,” Jesus said, “If you are hungry then why weren’t you stealing bread and meat?”
Again, the boy could not answer Jesus.
“Let’s go talk to your parents,” Jesus commanded. “Take me to them now.”
Grudgingly, the boy lead Jesus to were he lived in one of the finest houses in all of the village. Jesus knocked on the door. “How can I help you?” a man answered as he opened the door.
“You tell him,” Jesus said to the boy.
“He caught me stealing candy,” the boy admitted.
“Is that all,” the man laughed, “Children steal candy all the time — it’s just what children do. Besides, what business is it of yours?”
“It’s not my business,” Jesus answered, “but it is the business of the poor woman selling the candy. Should I go tell her the son of one of the richest men in the village is a thief, and his father thinks nothing of it?”
“No, don’t tell her that,” the man pleaded. “I have my reputation to think of.”
“Then you must tell her when you go to the market to make restitution for the crimes of your child,” Jesus commanded.”
“But why me?” the man complained, “Can’t I just send one of my workers?”
“Is that what you want to teach your son,” Jesus asked, “that the sons of rich men are free to take anything they want because they are rich? That the sons of the rich do not have to look into the eyes of those they have harmed?”
“Son,” the man said, “we must now go face the woman you stole the candy from, and you will beg her forgiveness while I compensate her for her losses no matter how big or small. Then we will come home where your mother and I will discuss your punishment.”
Jesus nodded in agreement and walked away.