Transcript of The Life Story of Jesus Christ || Learn English Through Story Level 3 🔥 || Graded Reader ✅️ || ESL

Welcome to our channel, English Avenue. Today, I invite you to walk with me into a story that has touched billions of lives. A story that began over 2,000 years ago, yet still lives in the hearts of millions today. This is not just the story of a man. It is the story of love, sacrifice, hope, and faith. A story that begins in silence in a small town with no cameras, no kings, and no riches. But a story that would change the world forever. This is the full life story of Jesus Christ told in simple English filled with emotions, lessons, and truths for every human being. So grab your tea, sit back, and let your heart open to this incredible journey. Part one, the birth of Jesus. long ago before Jesus was born. The story begins not with Jesus but even before his birth. At that time the world was waiting for something. People were tired. There was pain, war and fear. The land of Israel was under the rule of the Roman Empire. And many people believed that one day a messiah, a savior would come. someone who would bring peace, justice, and hope. The Jewish people had ancient books and prophecies that said, "A virgin will give birth to a son, and he will be called Emmanuel, which means God is with us." In the small town of Nazareth, in a quiet home, lived a young girl named Mary. She was probably around 15 to 16 years old, a kind and faithful girl, engaged to a man named Joseph, a simple carpenter. They were not rich, not famous. They were just ordinary people with ordinary lives. But something extraordinary was about to happen. One day, as Mary was alone, an angel named Gabriel appeared before her. She was scared. Imagine you are sitting in your room and suddenly a glowing shining angel appears. But the angel smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, Mary. You have found favor with God. You will give birth to a son, and you will name him Jesus. He will be great. He will be called the Son of the Most High. His kingdom will never end." Mary was shocked. She said, "But I am not married. How can this happen? And the angel said, "The Holy Spirit will come upon you. The baby will be holy and he will be called the Son of God." Mary was quiet. Her heart was beating fast. But then she said something beautiful. "I am the Lord's servant. Let it happen as you say." And with that, everything changed. Mary went to visit her cousin Elizabeth, who was also going to have a baby, John the Baptist. When Mary entered Elizabeth's home, Elizabeth felt her baby jump inside her. She looked at Mary and said, "You are blessed, and your baby is blessed." Mary then sang a beautiful song, praising God with her full heart. This moment was full of joy and sisterhood. two women carrying the future in their wombs. Meanwhile, Joseph was confused. He found out Mary was pregnant, but they weren't married yet. He was a good man, and he didn't want to shame her. So, he decided to quietly end the engagement. But one night, an angel came to him in a dream and said, "Joseph, do not be afraid. Take Mary as your wife. Her baby is from God. name him Jesus because he will save people from their sins. When Joseph woke up, he did what the angel said. He took Mary as his wife. He believed. He supported her. Time passed. Mary's belly grew. The baby was coming. One day, a Roman ruler ordered that everyone must return to their hometowns to be counted in a census. Joseph was from Bethlehem, the city of David. So he and Mary had to travel there. It was a long journey, about 90 miles. Mary was heavily pregnant. They had no car, no comfort, maybe a donkey to ride. The roads were dusty. The nights were cold. But they kept going. They were tired, but they believed the birth of Jesus. When they finally reached Bethlehem, the city was full of people. All the rooms were taken. There was no place for them to stay. Every door they knocked, the answer was the same. No room. Finally, someone offered a small place where animals were kept. A stable, not clean, not warm, not ideal for a baby. But that was all they had. And there, in the quiet night, Mary gave birth to Jesus, not in a palace, not in comfort, but in humble surroundings. She wrapped him in swaddling cloths and laid him in a manger, a box where animals eat. And in that simple moment, the son of God entered the world. Outside the city, some shepherds were watching their sheep in the fields. Suddenly the sky lit up with angels. One angel said, "Do not be afraid. I bring you good news of great joy. Today in Bethlehem, a Savior has been born. He is Christ the Lord." Then the sky filled with angels singing, "Glory to God in the highest. Peace on earth to those with whom God is pleased." The shepherds ran to the stable. They saw the baby. They were amazed. They told everyone what they had seen. And Mary, she quietly kept all these things in her heart. Far away in the east, some wise men, also called magi, saw a bright star in the sky. They knew it meant something important. They followed the star across deserts, mountains, and rivers. They believed a great king had been born. When they reached Bethlehem, they found Jesus with Mary and they bowed down before him. They gave gifts of gold, frankincense, and myrr, symbols of kingship, worship, and sacrifice. But not everyone was happy. King Herod, the ruler at that time, heard about the birth of a new king, and he became afraid. He didn't want to lose his power. He secretly told the wise men, "Find the child and tell me so I can worship him, too." But he was lying. The wise men were warned in a dream not to return to Herod. So, they went home another way. An angel warned Joseph in a dream. Take the child and Mary and escape to Egypt. Herod wants to kill the child. So, in the middle of the night, Joseph took his small family and left for Egypt. They stayed there until Herod died. Part two, the hidden years of Jesus. After escaping from King Herod and spending time in Egypt, Joseph, Mary, and little Jesus finally returned to Nazareth, their small hometown. Nazareth was a village in Galilee surrounded by hills and trees. It was not famous. It was not rich. But it was peaceful. This is where Jesus would spend most of his childhood. The people there were simple. Farmers, carpenters, shepherds, women baking bread, children playing in the dust. Life was slow. There were no phones, no lights, no machines, just the sun, the wind, and the earth. Mary and Joseph worked hard. They didn't have much money, but they had love. And Jesus, he was growing. Not just physically. He was growing in his mind, his heart, and his spirit. Can you imagine Jesus as a small boy, maybe five or 6 years old? He would wake up early with the sunlight. Mary would help him wash his face. She would make him simple food, perhaps flatbread, olives, and milk. Joseph would go to his workshop. He was a carpenter. He worked with wood, making tables, chairs, tools, doors. Jesus would sometimes sit beside him, watching, learning, asking questions. He probably helped Mary in the kitchen, too. Maybe fetching water, helping her knead the dough, listening to her sing soft. He played with other children. He ran in the fields. He might have fallen, got hurt, cried, laughed. But there was something special about him. People could feel it. He was gentle. He was honest. He didn't lie. He shared his food. He cared for animals. He respected elders. Every night, his mother told him stories. Stories of Moses, Abraham, David, great men of God. And little by little, a light inside him grew. Let's pause and understand Jesus's family. Mary, his mother, a strong woman full of faith and love. Joseph, his earthly father, a kind and hardworking man. Jesus also had younger siblings. The Bible says Jesus had brothers and sisters. Their names included James, Jude, Simon, and Joseph. So Jesus didn't grow up alone. He had a family. He had chores. He had responsibilities, but he was different. He was the son of God growing among humans. One of the most powerful childhood stories of Jesus happened when he was 12 years old. Every year, Jewish families went to Jerusalem for the Passover festival, a very holy time. So Mary, Joseph, and Jesus traveled to Jerusalem with many others. After the festival ended, they started to go back home. But after walking for a whole day, Mary and Joseph realized Jesus was missing. Imagine their panic. They thought he was with relatives, but he wasn't. They searched everywhere. For 3 days, they looked in every street, every corner, asking people, crying, praying. Finally they found him in the temple, the holy place of God. And what was he doing? He was sitting with the teachers, the scholars, the wise men. And he was asking questions, answering them, and amazing them with his understanding. A 12year-old boy teaching the teachers. Mary ran to him and said, "My son, why did you do this to us? We were so worried." And Jesus looked at her calmly, lovingly, and said, "Why were you searching for me? Didn't you know I must be in my father's house?" Even at 12, Jesus knew who he was. But then he quietly returned home with them. He didn't show off. He waited. He obeyed. He lived quietly. Now comes a mysterious time. The Bible doesn't tell us much about Jesus between the ages of 13 to 30. So what happened during those years? Historians and scholars believe that Jesus probably worked as a carpenter with Joseph. He helped people in the village fixing roofs, building tables, helping elders. He read the scriptures, the holy books. He prayed alone. He walked in the hills thinking deeply about life. He watched people, how they lived, how they cried, how they treated each other. And slowly a fire began to burn inside him. He saw how the poor were being ignored, how the rich were selfish, how people forgot love and only followed rules. He saw pain, sickness, injustice. He felt called to do something. But he waited for years, patiently, quietly. Why? Because he was not just rushing to be a preacher or a hero. He was preparing deep inside for a mission so big, so bold, it would change all of history. During this time, it's believed that Joseph died. We don't know exactly when, but by the time Jesus began his ministry, Joseph was no longer mentioned in the Bible. This means Jesus, now the eldest son, became the man of the house. He had to take care of Mary and his younger siblings. He worked hard, not for money, but for love. This pain, the loss of a father shaped his heart. He learned how to feel others pain. This is something very deep. Jesus was God's son, but he also lived like us. He was fully human. He felt hunger, thirst, sadness, joy, love, pain. He smiled, he cried, he bled. But he was also fully divine. The son of God carrying a light the world had never seen. These silent years were not empty. They were years of preparation, growth, sacrifice, and deep love. He was becoming ready to begin his mission. Jesus had waited in silence for almost 30 years. He worked, prayed, helped people, and carried the weight of responsibility. He had watched the world around him, the injustice, the poverty, the loneliness in people's hearts. And now something deep inside him said, "It's time." He knew his mission had begun. But before he could go out and speak to the world, something important had to happen. John the Baptist. In the desert area near the Jordan River, there was a man named John. He wore clothes made of camels hair, and he ate locusts and wild honey. His life was rough and wild, but his heart was full of fire. John was Jesus's cousin, but more than that, he was a prophet, a messenger sent by God. He stood by the river shouting loudly to the people. Repent. Change your ways. The kingdom of God is near. People came from villages and towns walking miles to see him. They listened to his words. They cried. They confessed their mistakes. And John baptized them in the river, washing them with water to show a new beginning. But John always said, "I am not the one you are waiting for. Someone greater than me is coming. I am not even worthy to untie his sandals. He was preparing the world for Jesus. One day while John was baptizing, a man walked quietly toward the river. It was Jesus. John looked at him and something inside him shook. He knew who it was. He said, "You want me to baptize you? You should be the one baptizing me." But Jesus replied calmly, "Let it be so now. It is the right thing to do." So John slowly placed his hands on Jesus and lowered him into the water. And then something incredible happened. As Jesus came out of the river, the heavens opened. The Holy Spirit came down like a dove and rested on him. And a voice from heaven said, "This is my son whom I love. With him I am well pleased. Everyone felt it. This was not an ordinary man. This was God's son and his journey had now truly begun. After the baptism, the Holy Spirit led Jesus into the desert. Not to speak, not to preach, but to be alone, to prepare, to face his inner battle. He went without food for 40 days. Imagine that. No bread, no fruit, no water, only the burning sun in the day, cold winds at night, the sound of animals, and the silence of the earth. He prayed, he cried, he listened to God, but he was not alone. When Jesus was at his weakest, hungry, tired, alone, the devil came to test him. He whispered in his ear, "If you are the son of God, turn these stones into bread." Jesus was starving, but he said, "Man does not live on bread alone, but on every word that comes from God." The devil took him to the highest point of the temple and said, "Jump. If you are God's son, angels will catch you." Jesus answered, "Do not test the Lord your God." Then the devil showed him all the kingdoms of the world and said, "Bow down to me and I will give you everything." But Jesus with fire in his heart replied, "Away from me, Satan. I will worship only God." And the devil left. And suddenly angels came and cared for him. Now Jesus returned from the desert stronger than ever. His eyes were full of truth. His heart was full of love. His words were ready to shake the world. He walked from town to town, village to village. And everywhere he went, he said, "Repent. The kingdom of heaven is near." He was not like the other teachers. He didn't speak with rules and fear. He spoke with authority and kindness. He healed the sick. He touched people who were called unclean. He spoke to women, children, beggars, and outcasts, people that others rejected. He forgave sinners. He told stories that touched the heart. He looked into people's eyes and changed their lives. One day, by the Sea of Galilee, Jesus saw two fishermen, Peter and Andrew. They were casting their nets into the water. Jesus said only one sentence. Come follow me and I will make you fishers of men. And without a word they dropped their nets and followed him. Then he saw James and John, the sons of Zebedee. He called them too. Just like that he began building a new family, his disciples. These were not rich men, not famous, just normal people with open hearts. But with Jesus, they would go on to change the world. Jesus began teaching in synagogues and on mountains. Crowds followed him everywhere. Some came to be healed. Some came to hear his words. Some came with doubt. But all were touched by something powerful. He didn't speak in a boring way. He used parables, short, simple stories like a shepherd looking for one lost sheep, a farmer planting seeds in different soils, a father welcoming back his lost son. Each story was full of deep meaning yet easy to understand. People laughed, cried, and whispered to each other. No one has ever spoken like this man before. He wasn't just healing bodies. He was healing hearts. He told people to love their enemies, forgive those who hurt them, give to the poor, pray in secret, stop judging others. He gave the world a new way to live, a way of peace, kindness, and truth. But not everyone was happy. The religious leaders, the Pharisees, and teachers of the law began to feel jealous and angry. They didn't like how Jesus was loved by the people. They didn't like how he spoke with power. They didn't like how he broke traditions to show mercy. They began to watch him, to follow him, to plan ways to stop him. But Jesus was not afraid. He had just begun. Part three. Miracles, mountains, crowds, and the storm of jealousy. The sun was rising across the hills of Galilee. The air was fresh, but something new was happening. Every day, more and more people were leaving their work, their homes, even their sick beds just to see him. Jesus, he didn't carry money. He didn't live in a palace. He didn't travel with horses or servants. Yet, thousands followed him. They followed him not just for what he said, but for what he did. The first miracles. One day Jesus was at a wedding in a small town called Kaa. The music was playing. The guests were dancing. But suddenly something went wrong. The wine ran out. In that time it was a big shame. The family would feel insulted. People would laugh at them. The party would stop. Mary, Jesus's mother, came to him. She simply said, "They have no more wine." Jesus replied, "My time has not yet come." But Mary trusted him. She looked at the servants and said, "Do whatever he tells you." Jesus asked the servants to fill large stone jars with water. They obeyed. Then he told them to pour some and give it to the master of the banquet. And as the master tasted it, his eyes opened wide. It wasn't just wine. It was the best wine he had ever tasted. People smiled. The music returned. The wedding was saved. This was Jesus's first miracle. And it was quiet, private, a gift of love. Word began to spread. This man heals. One day, a man full of leprosy came to Jesus. His body was covered in wounds. His skin was breaking. People ran away from him. No one had touched him in years. He fell at Jesus's feet and said, "If you are willing, you can make me clean." Jesus didn't step back. He didn't speak from far away. He reached out his hand and touched the man. "I am willing," he said. "Be clean." Instantly, the man was healed. His skin became new again. Another time, Jesus was teaching inside a house. It was so crowded, no one could get in. Some friends came carrying a man who couldn't walk, but they couldn't enter. So, they climbed to the roof, made a hole, and lowered the man down right in front of Jesus. Everyone watched, waiting for healing. But Jesus looked at the man and said, "Your sins are forgiven." The teachers of the law became angry. Who does he think he is? Only God can forgive sins. Jesus said, "Which is easier? Act to say your sins are forgiven or get up and walk? But to show you that I have the power?" He turned to the man. Get up, take your mat, go home. And the man stood, walked, carried his mat, and left, smiling with tears. People were speechless, some were amazed, some were afraid, some began to hate. One morning, Jesus climbed a hill. Thousands followed him and sat down quietly. He looked at them, the poor, the broken, the hungry, the crying, and he began to speak slowly, gently. Blessed are the poor in spirit, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to them. Blessed are those who mourn for they will be comforted. He was teaching a new way of life full of love, humility, and peace. He said, "Love your enemies. Pray for those who hurt you. Do not show off when you pray or give. Don't worry about tomorrow. Trust God." His words were soft, but they cut deep. They weren't rules. They were life. One evening, Jesus and his disciples were crossing the lake in a boat. He was tired, so he fell asleep. Suddenly, a storm came. The wind screamed. Waves crashed into the boat. Water filled it. The disciples panicked. Master, we're going to die. Jesus stood up. The wind was wild. The waves were high. He looked at the storm and said, "Peace, be still." And immediately the wind stopped. The waves calmed. "Silence." The disciples looked at each other and whispered, "Who is this man? Even the wind and the sea obey him." Another day, a huge crowd had followed Jesus to a hillside. They had been listening to him all day, and now they were hungry. There was no market nearby, no money, nothing to eat. A boy came forward with just five loaves of bread and two fish. Jesus took the food, looked up to heaven, and gave thanks. Then he began to break the bread and fish and gave it to his disciples to share. And as they gave, the food didn't run out. It multiplied. Over 5,000 men, plus women and children, ate and were full. And still, there were 12 baskets of leftovers. Jesus heard that a man named Lazarus, one of his close friends, had died. When he reached the village, Lazarus had already been dead for 4 days. His sisters, Mary and Martha, were crying. Martha said,"Lord, if you had been here, my brother wouldn't have died." Jesus looked at her with deep love and said, "I am the resurrection and the life. Whoever believes in me will live, even if he dies." He walked to the tomb. It was a cave with a stone in front. He said, "Take away the stone." People were shocked, but Lord, he's been dead for days. Still they moved the stone. Jesus lifted his eyes and prayed. Then he shouted, "Lazarus, come out." And out of the tomb came Lazarus, alive, still wrapped in burial cloth. The people gasped. Some believed, others ran to tell the leaders. The religious leaders were now watching Jesus closely. They saw his miracles. They saw the crowds growing. They heard his powerful words. And they became afraid. Afraid of losing their power. Afraid of change. They began whispering, "This man is dangerous. He is turning the people against us. We must stop him." They started planning in secret, looking for spies, searching for weakness. But Jesus kept moving, healing, loving, teaching. He knew what was coming, but he never stopped. The sun was gentle that morning. The wind was soft over the hills, but something in the air had changed. Jesus was walking toward something. Something only he fully understood. He began moving toward Jerusalem, the great city, step by step. He knew what waited there. But still, he walked. His disciples didn't understand everything yet. They thought maybe he would become king. Maybe he would save their people from the Roman soldiers. Maybe everything would finally be perfect. But Jesus knew his kingdom was not of this world. Everywhere Jesus went, crowds followed. Thousands walked for days just to see his face or hear his voice. People touched the edge of his clothes. Mothers lifted their babies for his blessing. Children ran to him and held his hands. But the more famous he became, the more alone he was. He knew many followed for miracles, for bread, for healing, but few really understood his heart. At night, he often went up the mountain all alone to pray. He talked to his father in heaven for hours, sometimes all night. His heart was full of love, but also sorrow because he saw what others could not see. One day, Jesus entered a town called Jericho. People filled the streets trying to see him. There was a man named Zakius. He was rich. He was a tax collector. People hated him because he often took extra money and kept it. But Zakius wanted to see Jesus. The problem, he was very short. So he ran ahead of the crowd and climbed a sycamore tree to get a better view. As Jesus passed by, he stopped under the tree, looked up, and said, "Zakius, come down. I must stay at your house today." People were shocked. He's going to eat with a sinner. But Zakius was touched. He came down joyfully and said, "Lord, I will give half my money to the poor, and if I've cheated anyone, I'll pay them back four times." Jesus smiled and said, "Today, salvation has come to this house." In a small village, Jesus visited a home for dinner. While everyone was eating, a woman quietly entered. She carried a jar of very expensive perfume, maybe all she owned. She didn't speak. She went straight to Jesus. With tears in her eyes, she fell at his feet. Her tears touched his feet. She wiped them with her hair. Then she poured the perfume on his feet and kissed them again and again. The people around were shocked. Why is he letting her touch him? She's a sinful woman. But Jesus said, "She has shown great love. Her many sins are forgiven. Wherever my story is told, her love will be remembered. Jesus had many followers, but he chose 12 men to be his closest companions. They were not rich, not educated, just fishermen, tax collectors, and normal men. Their names were Peter, James, John, Andrew, Philip, Bartholomew, Matthew, Thomas, James, son of Alus, Simon the Zealot, Thaddius, and Judas's Scariot. He lived with them, walked with them, ate with them. He laughed with them, cried with them, taught them everything about God, about love, about life. They were his family. But he knew one of them would soon betray him. People sometimes tried to keep children away from Jesus. But he said, "Let the little children come to me. Don't stop them. The kingdom of heaven belongs to them." He lifted them in his arms. He blessed them. He told everyone to become like them. Simple, trusting, pure. Jesus often told parables, short stories with deep meanings. They were easy to understand but full of truth. One day he told the story of the good Samaritan. A man was beaten by robbers and left on the road. A priest and a religious man passed by. They didn't help. But a Samaritan, someone from a group Jews didn't like, stopped. He helped the man, cleaned his wounds, carried him to safety, and paid for his care. Jesus said, "Go and do the same." Another day, he told about the prodigal son. A young man took his father's money and ran away. He wasted it all and became poor and hungry. He came back home ashamed. But the father ran to him, hugged him, kissed him, and celebrated. Jesus said, "God is like that father, always ready to welcome his lost children." As Jesus came near Jerusalem, he looked at the city, beautiful, busy, full of people. And he began to cry. Jerusalem, how often I wanted to gather your children like a hen gathers her chicks under her wings, but you were not willing. He saw what others didn't. the pain, the blindness, the danger coming. His heart broke, not for himself, but for the people. Near Jerusalem, Jesus saw a fig tree full of leaves, but when he checked, there was no fruit. He said, "May no one ever eat fruit from you again." The next day, the tree was withered. It was a message. Looking good outside is not enough. A heart without fruit is empty. Then he went into the temple, the house of God. He saw people buying and selling, cheating others. Jesus became angry. He turned over the tables and said, "My father's house shall be a house of prayer, but you have made it a den of thieves." People were shocked. Some cheered. Others began to hate him more. Among the twel, one heart was changing. Judas is scariot. He began to feel disappointed. Maybe he wanted money. Maybe he wanted Jesus to become a powerful king, not a suffering servant. He secretly met with the religious leaders. They offered him 30 silver coins to betray Jesus. And he agreed, but no one knew. He smiled. He walked with the others. He listened to Jesus's words. But his heart was far away. Jesus spent the last days teaching in the temple. He talked about forgiveness, about humility, about being ready for God. He said, "The greatest among you must be your servant. Love the Lord your God with all your heart, soul, and mind. Love your neighbor as yourself." Every evening he walked out of the city to a quiet hill called the Mount of Olives. He would sit with his disciples under the stars. He would pray. He would warn them. Soon the Son of Man will be handed over. You will all run. But don't be afraid. I have overcome the world. His words were full of love, full of pain, full of peace. He knew what was coming, but he chose love. He chose to stay. The city of Jerusalem was busy. Lamps were burning. People were walking. Sounds of laughter came from homes. But in one small room away from the noise, something holy was happening. Jesus had asked two of his disciples to find a place. Go, he said. You will meet a man carrying a jar of water. Follow him. He will show you a room. prepare a meal there. They did exactly that. And as the evening came, Jesus entered that quiet room with his 12 closest friends. The room was simple. A low table, bread, wine, the smell of cooked lamb, the sound of sandals brushing the floor. Jesus looked at the faces of his disciples, eyes he loved, feet he had walked beside, hands he had held. He knew this would be their last supper together. He stood up quietly, took off his outer robe, wrapped a towel around his waist. Then slowly he went to each of them and began to wash their feet. Not just Peter, not just John, but all, even Judas. The room was silent. Peter said, "Lord, you can't wash my feet." Jesus answered gently. If I don't wash you, you have no part with me. Peter, full of emotion, said, "Then wash all of me." Jesus smiled. You are already clean, but not all of you. He knew Judas had already made his decision, but still he washed him. Still he loved him. After washing their feet, Jesus returned to the table. He took the bread in his hands, held it up. He looked at them slowly, one by one, then broke the bread. Take this and eat. This is my body given for you. Then he lifted the cup. Drink from this all of you. This is my blood, the new promise poured out for the forgiveness of sins. Their hands shook as they took it. Their eyes didn't fully understand, but their hearts could feel. Something deep was happening. Then his voice became soft. One of you will betray me tonight. Silence fell like heavy rain. One by one they looked at each other, confused, scared. Is it me, Lord? Is it me? Jesus said, "It is the one who dips his bread with me." At that moment, Judas dipped his bread. Jesus looked at him, not in anger, but with pain and love. He said quietly, "What you are about to do, do it quickly." Judas stood, his face was cold, his hands tight, his heart dark, and he left. After the meal, Jesus and the others left the room. The night was cool, the stars were out. They walked toward a quiet place, the Garden of Gethsemane. Along the way, Jesus spoke many final words, words full of love, full of hope, full of goodbye. He said, "Do not let your hearts be troubled. In my father's house are many rooms. I go to prepare a place for you. I am the vine. You are the branches. Stay connected to me. Love one another as I have loved you. No one has greater love than this to lay down his life for his friends. He knew his time was near, but his voice was calm. His heart was still full of peace. They reached the garden. He said to his disciples, "Sit here while I go and pray." Then he took Peter, James, and John with him. His face had changed. He was deeply troubled. He said, "My soul is overwhelmed with sorrow. Stay here. Watch with me." He walked a little farther. Then he fell to the ground. And he prayed, "Father, if it is possible, take this cup from me, but not my will. Your will be done." His hands gripped the ground. His forehead touched the dirt. His tears fell like rain. He was in so much pain that his sweat became like drops of blood. He returned to his disciples. They were sleeping. He gently woke them. Could you not stay awake with me for 1 hour? Again. He went to pray again. He came back again. They were asleep. He didn't shout. He didn't leave them. He understood their weakness. He prayed alone, but never with anger. always with love. As the stars moved across the sky, a sound came from the distance. Footsteps, torches, swords. Jesus stood calmly. Judas was leading them. He walked forward, smiling. He kissed Jesus on the cheek and said, "Greetings, Rabbi." Jesus looked into his eyes. "Judas, do you betray the Son of Man with a kiss?" The soldiers came forward. Peter pulled out a sword. He cut off a man's ear, but Jesus said, "Put your sword away." He touched the man's ear and healed him. Even in betrayal, Jesus healed. Even in the darkest moment, he showed kindness. They tied Jesus's hands, led him away. His disciples ran, fear in their hearts. Only Peter and John followed from far behind. The same crowd that once shouted hosana was now full of people who came with ropes and lies. But Jesus didn't fight. He walked slowly, peacefully. He was not just walking toward pain. He was walking toward love. He knew this was not the end, but a beginning. Peter followed. His heart was confused. He waited outside the house where Jesus was taken. A servant girl saw him. "Aren't you one of his followers?" Peter said quickly. "No, I don't know him." Another said, "I saw you with him." "I swear I don't know the man." Three times, Peter denied. And then a rooster crowed. Peter remembered Jesus's words. "Before the rooster crows, you will deny me three times." Peter ran outside and he wept bitterly. His heart was broken, but not forever. While others slept, Jesus was being questioned, hit, laughed at, spit on, but he said nothing. Not because he was weak, but because he was full of strength and love. That night, the world became colder, but his heart was still warm. Waiting for mourning. Waiting for the cross. Part four. the cross, the cry, and the unending love. The sun had not yet risen. The sky was still dark. But inside the high priest's court, Jesus was already standing, hands tied, face swollen, blood on his cheeks. The religious leaders questioned him, not because they wanted to know the truth, but because they wanted a reason to kill him. They took him to Pilate, the Roman governor. Pilate looked at him, silent, calm, wounded. He asked, "Are you the king of the Jews?" Jesus answered, "You say that I am." The crowd outside was growing, angry voices, shouts. People were waking up early, not for work or prayer, but to scream. "Crucify him! Kill him! We want Barabus!" Pilate asked why? What crime has he done? But the crowd didn't care about truth. They only cared about hate. Pilate washed his hands. I am innocent of this man's blood. And Jesus was handed over. The soldiers took him. They laughed. They mocked. They put a purple robe on him. They made a crown out of thorns, sharp, cruel, and pushed it onto his head. Blood ran down his forehead. They hit him with sticks, spit on him, knelt before him, pretending he was a king. Then they took off the robe, gave him his own clothes, and made him carry a heavy wooden cross. His back was already bleeding from the whips. But still he walked. Step by step, pain by pain, he fell again and again. A man named Simon from Serene was pulled from the crowd to help him carry the cross. Women cried as he passed. He looked at them, not angry, but with love. Don't cry for me, he said. Cry for yourselves and your children. The hill was called Golgtha, the place of the skull. There they laid him down on the wood. One soldier held his right arm. Another held his left. A third took a nail. And with one heavy hammer blow, it began. Through the flesh, through the bone, through the wood, one hand, then the other, then his feet, and they lifted the cross. The sky looked down in silence. The earth held its breath. People stood around watching. Some laughed, some cried, some just stared. He was not alone. Two criminals were also hanging. One on his left, one on his right. One shouted, "If you're the son of God, save yourself and us." The other said, "We deserve this. But he has done nothing wrong. Jesus, remember me when you come into your kingdom." Jesus turned his head even in pain. His voice was soft. Today you will be with me in paradise. Below the cross stood his mother Mary. Her eyes full of tears, her heartbreaking, her baby bleeding, dying. Beside her stood John, the disciple Jesus loved. Jesus looked at them. Even in pain, he thought of them. He said,"Woman, here is your son." And to John, "Here is your mother." The sky began to change. Dark clouds covered the sun. It was noon and suddenly a darkness fell over the land. Three hours of silence, three hours of pain, 3 hours of heaven watching. Then Jesus spoke. His voice was weak, but his words were strong. Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing. He didn't shout curses. He didn't ask for revenge. He asked for mercy for those who hurt him. The crowd went quiet. His body was shaking. His lips dry. He whispered, "I thirst." A soldier took a sponge, dipped it in sour wine, lifted it to his mouth. Jesus tasted it. Then he looked up. His final moment had come. His chest lifted. His eyes stared at heaven. He cried out, "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?" The pain in his body was nothing compared to the silence from the father. But even then, he did not give up. He took one final breath and then said the words that changed the world forever. "It is finished." He lowered his head and whispered, "Father, into your hands I commit my spirit." And he died. The earth shook, rocks broke, tombs opened, the sky cried. The curtain in the temple, thick, tall, strong, tore in two. From top to bottom, the way to God was now open. A Roman soldier standing nearby whispered, "Surely this man was the son of God." His body was taken down gently, wrapped in linen, placed in a tomb, a stone rolled in front. Silence. But this is not the end. After Jesus died on the cross, his body was placed in a tomb. A big stone was rolled in front of the tomb to close it. Soldiers stood outside to guard it, so no one could go in or take his body. People were heartbroken. His followers thought it was over. The man they loved was gone. But then something unbelievable happened. 3 days later, early in the morning, some women came to the tomb, but the stone was rolled away. The tomb was empty. At first, they were shocked, confused. Where was Jesus? Then an angel appeared and said, "Do not be afraid. Jesus is not here. He has risen." Jesus came back to life. Yes, truly. He defeated death. After that, he appeared to his followers. Not just once, but many times. He showed them his hands. He talked to them. He ate with them. He gave them hope again. He was alive just like he had promised. It was not the end. It was a new beginning. Jesus proved that love is stronger than death. That truth and light will always win. And now, my dear friends, before we end this powerful journey, let's take a moment to remember what Jesus truly taught us. He didn't just live. He loved deeply. He didn't just speak. He healed, forgave, and lifted others. He didn't wear a crown of gold. He wore a crown of thorns and still chose to forgive. He didn't build a palace. He built hearts. What can we learn from his life? Love everyone, even those who hurt you. Be kind and honest, even when the world is unfair. Help others, even if you get nothing in return. Speak the truth, even when it's hard. Forgive even when they don't say sorry. Believe in yourself. You are here for a reason. Never give up, even when it hurts. Jesus showed us that true strength is not in fighting but in forgiving. True power is not in having everything but in giving everything. And true success is not fame or money. It is in how many lives you touch. So if today you feel broken, lost or tired, remember Jesus was also betrayed, hurt and alone, but he still chose love and that love changed the world. Now my friends, if this story touched your heart, if you learned something new today, if you believe that love, kindness, and truth still matter, then please subscribe to our channel for more beautiful stories like this to learn English through powerful life lessons. Let's grow together, learn together, and make this world a little better. One story at a time. Thank you for watching. May love and peace always be with you.