blog 8: Jesus

It was a night. He was alone.
He saw a round wall. He walked towards the wall.
He was near the wall, hearing all kinds of sound full of joy.
He knocked at the door, and a door keeper came to open the door. He saw a house made of marble, several massive columns standing in front of the house.
He walked into the house. He came in the hall decorated by Spanish jades. He saw a young man lying on a violet bed wearing the golden rim, whose lips were dyed red by wine.
He asked the young man, “Why are you living a life like this?”
The young man recognized him, “I used to be addicted to marijuana, but you saved me. Why not I should do this?”
He walked out of the room back to the street.
Several minutes later, he saw a woman, a lot of cosmetics on her face, dressed in colourful clothes and wearing jewellery around her feet. A man was behind her, like a hunter. The woman looked so attractive. The man’s eyes were filled with lust.
He covered their tracks. He asked the man, “Why are you looking at the woman in this way?”
The man said, “I used to be blind, but you saved me. What can I watch if I do not look at her?”
He ran to the woman, “Can’t you go on another road if you do not walk on the road of vice?”
The woman looked at him, smiling, “You have forgiven me anyway. And this road is full of joy.”
He walked out of the town.
He saw a young man crying on a pew by the road.
He touched the young man’s hair softly, “What is bothering you? Tell me. I’ll try to help you out.”
The young man recognized him, “I used to be dead, but you brought me back to life. What else can I do if I do not cry?”