Jesus & John

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Long ago...
In Egypt... 

On the left, Jesus, & on the right, John, are babies, they are playing together in their room

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On the left, Jesus, & on the right, John, are babies, they are playing together in their room.

Jesus is building a tower of blocks, looking great, and then he stops, it is finished. He raised his arms & fists up in victory and then...! His cousin, John, grabs a block from the middle of the building and it just crumbles.

As the tower of blocks crumbled, time seemed to pause in their cozy playroom. Baby Jesus, his eyes wide with astonishment, watched as the tower he had worked so diligently on collapsed before his eyes. His triumphant victory stance morphed into a look of pure surprise and disappointment. Jesus's face just drops.

And John? He is the one holding the block looking at it like "Oh my gosh, what happened?!"

It on the other side of the room, baby John held the block, his tiny face scrunched up in confusion, his innocent eyes reflecting the question, "What just happened?" It was a moment frozen in time, captured in the melancholy atmosphere of their playroom.

The silence between them seemed to stretch into eternity.

They just look at each other sadly... John cries. John, unable to grasp the consequences of his actions, began to cry, his wails filling the room with an air of remorse. Jesus is silent.

Jesus, still in awe of the power of creation and destruction he held within his tiny hands, slowly extended his fingers toward the scattered blocks. He is just marveling at the site.

With a gentle touch, he summoned his divine power, and before their eyes, the blocks started to rise. It was a whimsical sight as the blocks levitated and reassembled themselves into an even more magnificent tower, glowing with a soft, ethereal light. Jesus's smile returned, radiant with the magic of his touch, as he completed the tower anew.

Jesus just rebuilt it using his power. Then cuddles John in an act of pure love and understanding that transcended their infancy, Jesus wrapped his tiny arms around John, who had stopped crying, and drew him close. Their bond, forged in that fleeting moment of disappointment and restoration, would become an enduring symbol of their love for each other.

John was just being a baby.

In this enchanted playroom, where innocence and divine power met, Jesus and John continued to explore the wonders of their extraordinary existence, their laughter filling the room with the promise of a unique and unbreakable connection.

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