Джон Литтл: The Murder of Jesus Christ

The trial made international headlines, but it was over quickly. I was the only witness. I told my story, some of what I’ve outlined here, but I downplayed the business about the alternate universe where a religion called Christianity once existed. My lawyer told me I wouldn’t be doing myself any favors with that fairy tale and to stick with my journey with Erika. This book is the first time I’ve told the entire story about that.

I was sentenced to life in prison with no possibility of parole at Leavenworth, which is where I’ve lived for the past two years.

During my time in the Albany jail, the last of Erika’s miracles happened.

She appeared in my cell.

At first, I thought my mind was destroyed from the stress of the murder. I’d been depressed and despondent, wondering how I could have murdered the daughter of God.

Why was I even allowed to do it? Why didn’t Erika (or God) stop me?

I had the same question about when I murdered Jesus, and every once in a while, I’d have this creeping feeling run through me that maybe this whole damned thing was a hallucination and that I was as crazy as a shithouse rat.

I murdered Erika on a Friday. The other disciples have started calling this Good Friday , by which I was both surprised and delighted. It’s catching on.

She appeared to me on the following Sunday morning. I woke with bleary eyes, my mouth dry, and a long stretch of thousands of similar days yet to come.

“Hello, David.”

I jumped at her voice, more so when I saw her standing in front of my cot.

“Erika?”

It made no sense that she was there. She was dead. That didn’t matter. I rushed to her and held her close, needing to prove to myself that she wasn’t a ghost. She was real, and I wanted to never ever let her go.

After a few moments standing there, I could feel her reluctantly separating from me.

“You did good,” she said. “I am on my way back to my father now. You helped to finish my mission.”

“But, you’re not dead anymore. You can stay here. We still need you to teach us.”

“No, you don’t need me anymore. You have an archive of 301 of my 5-minute sermons. That’s all I have to teach, and my loyal apostles will spread the word from here. We’ve allowed millions of people to find their way to Heaven and taught them to enter a relationship with our Lord. That’s been quite an achievement.”

That wasn’t what I wanted to hear, but it seemed that it was the best I was going to get.

“How can I help spread your word? I’ll be in prison the rest of my life.”

“You’ll find a way.”

With that, she kissed my cheek, squeezed my hand, and said, “Farewell, my friend.”

She disappeared.

Erika Sabo visited all twelve of her disciples before ascending to Heaven. Most of them have told their version of the story one way or another.

After she left, I realized she’d said there were 301 of her sermons, not 300.

It took me three months before I was given the privilege of watching the sermon she dropped into her library after her death. It talked about joining her in Heaven and summarized that we all need to love God and love each other. It was a farewell video but with an upbeat message: You too can live forever.

Since the murder, Erika’s followers have spread far and wide. They use a simple symbol of a concrete bench, replacing the cross used by Christianity. I like the simplicity of it:

My prison life has been fairly uneventful. Karen Anderson visits me occasionally, and she has brought our daughter, Mary, to see me several times. I don’t know if that’s a good thing or not. Would it be better if she didn’t know her father was in prison for murder?

I never did understand why Erika gave Karen the pregnancy, let alone why she chose me to be Mary’s father. I have a feeling this is a very special child, but only time will tell.

There is one other loose end in my story. The aliens on the moon. Why are they there? Why can’t most people seem to even remember their existence? And what are they waiting for?

I don’t have any answers, but I have a feeling they are important questions.

See you on the other side.

Jesus (aka Jesus Christ): The first incarnation of Erika Sabo. He lived about 2,000 years ago, and prior to the events of this book, he lived in several towns now part of Israel: Bethlehem, Nazareth, Jerusalem, among others. He stated he was the Son of God, and preached by using parables that would appeal to the common person. He also taught that people should love one another without exception. He was crucified when in his early thirties, but his followers continued to speak his lessons, eventually forming a vast world-wide religion.

Christianity: The religion that was based on the teachings of Jesus Christ. Prior to the events of this book, more than 2.2 billion people professed to follow this religion.

Christmas: A holiday on December 25 each year, that represented the birth of Jesus. (His real birthday was undetermined.) This is close in timing to Winterday, which we celebrate on December 15.

Mary: The mother of Jesus Christ. She stated that she was a virgin when she became pregnant with the son of God.

Joseph: The father of Jesus Christ. He was originally very upset when he discovered Mary was pregnant (since they had not had sexual relations). However, an angel appeared to him and explained that Mary had indeed been impregnated by the Lord. He was a carpenter and became Jesus’s earthly father until he died at a young age.

The Bible : In the alternate world, The Bible had two parts. The earlier was called the Old Testament and was the primary religious source for Jewish people. This was also the first half of the Christian story. The second part was called the New Testament and was the story of Jesus’s life and death. This section was excised when I murdered Jesus, so the current Bible consists only of the Old Testament (although it is not called that, of course).

When I first thought about writing this novel, I wanted it to be a book that Christian believers and non-believers alike would love. That balance presented a challenge that grabbed me and ensured I was always on my toes.

I couldn’t have written The Murder of Jesus Christ without help, and I’d like to acknowledge some of the folks who helped me along the way.

In chapter 27, Erika Sabo pulls off her most incredible feat, making the moon disappear. In my first draft I included details of what I thought that would do to Earth, but I wasn’t positive I was right. I contacted Dr. Adiv Paradise at the University of Toronto. He in turn pulled in Professor Diana Valencia (also from the University of Toronto) and J.J. Zanazzi, a brilliant grad student at Cornell University who works on tidal effects on exoplanets.

They provided a detailed exploration of my question which was astonishing, thoughtful, and surprising. Not only did they show I was completely off base with my own assumptions, they brought up many, many details that could never have occurred to me. Some of their work found its way into the final version, and I am grateful to them all.

On the religion side of things, I also have two special people to thank.

Pastor Darrell Bierman (of River City Church in Cambridge, Ontario) and Pastor Roy Robbins (of Christ Lutheran Church in Chino, California) both listened intently to my original thoughts for the novel, and both strongly encouraged me to write it down. During the planning phase, I asked many, many questions of both, and both were kind enough to provide thoughtful answers to them. In addition, I’ve listened to Darrell give hundreds of sermons, all which collectively informed my views.