My Name is Jesus, son of Shaphat
Chapter 1: The Beginning I was born in the shadows of empire, in the small town of Gischala, in the region of Galilee. My name is Jesus, son of Shaphat, and my story is one of fire, fury, and the relentless pursuit of freedom. I came into this world in a time when our people, our brothers and sisters, were crushed under the heel of the Roman legions. My father, Shaphat, was a humble farmer. He was a man of simple pleasures, tending to the land, cultivating what little we had. I remember his hands, calloused and strong, and the way he would speak of our ancestors, of the land we had once held dear. But there was an unspoken weight in his eyes. He spoke little of the Romans, perhaps out of fear, or perhaps because he knew that there was little that could be done. The Romans came in with their soldiers, their taxes, and their oppressive laws. They took what they wanted and left us with nothing but scraps. I watched my father work his fingers to the bone, only to see the fruits of his labo...