Why did John the Baptist deny being Elijah?

What role did Sejanus play in Pilate's desire to acquit Jesus of treason?

Why was demon possession so rampant during Jesus' ministry?

What sparked the corruption of the once-devout Pharisees?

No other life of Christ book digs into Jewish history to unravel the answers to these and many other questions. Written by Christian apologist and historian, JC Lamont, this novel features a 14,000+ word appendix. Source materials, other than the Bible, include Josephus, the Dead Sea Scrolls, the Targum (a first or second century BC Aramaic commentary on the Old Testament read in the synagogues in Jesus' day), and works by first century AD Roman historians such as Cassius Dio, Suetonius, and Tacitus.

Frank Peretti’s This Present Darkness meets Anne Rice’s Christ: Out of Egypt. From birth to baptism, this supernatural thriller portrays Jesus’ childhood through the eyes of his ethereal guardian, the archangel, Michael.

Drawn out of hiding by a census, hunted from birth by a murderous king, trapped in a burning temple amidst slaughtered worshipers, left behind in a city known for its riots and civil wars, and caught in a political massacre by a fledgling roman prefect…these are but a few of the actual historical events plaguing the life of Jesus as he grew to manhood in first century Israel. And that doesn’t include the demonic forces seeking to destroy him before he can fulfill his mission. Thus, the guardian of Israel, Michael the archangel, forsakes his position as commander of the angelic army to protect the young messiah from Lucifer and his minions, who at every turn seek his death.

The hour of darkness is coming...

Jeshua hauled the cart full of chopped logs up to the workshop, and the angelic warriors who invisibly guarded him while he felled trees now surrounded the house. Relieved the demons had not sprung another attack, Michael settled in a corner of the workshop, his hand never far from his sword. Heaving slightly, Jeshua had barely sat down for a moment's rest when Mary came up to him holding a basin of water.

“Omar called on you earlier,” she said rather excitedly. “I told him you’d come by before supper.” 

Jeshua thanked her for the basin, brought it to his lips, and drank heavily. “What does he want?” he said, when finished.

“That was to wash your hands in,” Mary said flatly.

“Oh,” Jeshua said, sheepishly. “Sorry.”

“You can’t go calling on a man all grungy-looking.” she said, retrieving the pitcher of water and refilling the basin.

“Did he say why he wants to see me?” Jeshua asked again.

“Does a man tell a woman his business affairs?” Mary asked, as Jeshua plunged his arms into the basin, scrubbing them up to the elbows.

Michael followed his Captain to the very outskirts of the village where he found the wheat farmer, Omar, staring at his fields in frustration.

“What’s wrong?” Jeshua asked.

“Look at that,” Omar said with a wave. “There’s darnel growin’ all amongst my wheat.”

“Oh, would you like help pulling it up?” Jeshua asked quizzically.

“Naw, it’s real hard to tell the difference till harvest,” Omar said. “See, darnel doesn’t grow heads, and it’ll make ya sick as anythin’ if you eat it. I’ll have to wait for harvest, and then separate it. But it’s gonna be lots more work. Somebody must ’ave come in the middle of the night back during plantin’ season and threw darnel seeds all across my fields.”

“Who would do such a thing?” Jeshua asked.

Omar sighed. “Probably old Zeke. He ain’t gotta ‘nuff to pay his taxes. Romans probably gonna take his land, lease it out to strangers. He was probably hopin’ this would set me back some, and people would have to buy barley instead.”

Jeshua stared at him in surprise, evidently impressed by Omar’s calm demeanor and forgiving attitude. “Most would be furious, regardless of the saboteur’s hardship.”

“A man is more important than wheat,” Omar said with a shrug. “Zeke doesn’t want his children sold into slavery to pay his debt. It was the wrong thing to do, but a man gets desperate when it comes to protecting his family.”

“You’re a good man, Omar.”

The farmer chuckled. “I hope God thinks so.”

Jeshua smiled. “Of that, I have no doubt.”

-- This was an excerpt from the novel, Guardian of God: The Young Messiah, available now!

“You, Jew,” a voice called. “Carry my pack!”

Michael turned to see the daemoni warlord, Bel’og, standing beside two mounted Roman soldiers, one of whom looked particularly crass.

 “Pardon?” Jeshua asked.

 “My horse tires,” the crass soldier said, removing a large pack from his saddle and tossing it at Jeshua.

Bel’og grinned at Michael. “Roman law states he’ll have to walk it a mile.” Ignoring the demon, Michael drew his sword, and positioned himself between Jeshua and the two soldiers. The boy heaved the soldier’s pack onto his back, as Bel’og sauntered away, and the soldiers gave a flick of the reins.

 “So, Jew,” the other soldier said. “What’s with the belief in only one god?”

 “Yea, I hear he doesn’t have any consorts,” the crass one said. “What’s wrong with him? He impotent?”

Jeshua ignored them and kept walking. “I’m talking to you, Jew.”

 Michael stiffened as the crass soldier leaned down and smacked Jeshua on the back of the legs with his horse whip. The young Messiah tripped, and both soldiers laughed. Ignoring his bloody shins, Jeshua stood back up and continued walking.

“You know,” the crass guard said in Latin. “He’s pretty strong. He’d fetch a fair price at the slave market.” He grinned. “And we could have some fun before we sold him.”

Michael tensed with rage. “You touch him, and you’ll be a eunuch.”

“You and your love of Greek ways,” his comrade said. “Give me one woman over ten boys any day.”

“Don’t know what you’re missing,” the soldier said with a laugh.

“Even so, is he gonna ride with you?” the other asked. “Because we have to be in Syria by tomorrow.”

The crass soldier cursed, evidently forced to dismiss the idea of selling the Messiah at a Syrian slave market. To make up for his loss, he resumed speaking Greek, and taunted Jeshua by mocking various Jewish rituals, until at last, “All right, Jew, that’s a mile.”

Michael’s relief was cut short when Jeshua looked up at the man. “May I take it another mile for you, sir?”

“Are you mad?” Michael demanded.

The soldier stared at him. “You mocking me, Jew?” “No, sir.” The soldier looked uneasy, then grinned. “Sure. Walk it another mile.”

They started off again, but this time the soldiers remained silent.

 At the end of the second mile, Jeshua handed the soldier his pack. “May Jehovah bless you on the rest of your journey.”

-- This was an excerpt from the novel, Guardian of God: The Young Messiah, available now!