A Savior Called David

By Wayne Josephson

David Sinclair performs miracles. How does the world react?

As the news goes viral on social media, and his followers grow into the millions, he attracts the attention of good and evil forces—religious leaders who embrace him, fanatics who might assassinate him, the Vatican that considers deifying him, the FBI that accuses him of terrorism, and the President who questions his authenticity.

This young man's message of love, hope, and faith are truly inspiring. When he walks on water, feeds the hungry, and heals the sick, is he a clever fake or is he…the Son of God?

A Savior Called David is an inspirational, thought-provoking page-turner that will keep readers in suspense until the astonishing conclusion.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Wayne Josephson
• Release date: Apr 12, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201172619

Book preview

Chapter 1

Oh, my Lord! she exclaimed.

Emily Sinclair threw open the sliding glass door to the patio that led to the swimming pool.

Her son was walking on water again.

David! she pleaded. Please come into the house!

He nodded to his mother. Already halfway across the pool, he retraced his steps on the water and stepped onto the patio. Then he picked up his deck shoes and returned to the house.

David followed his mother through the kitchen into the spacious living room, replete with family antiques and oriental rugs. The large picture windows offered a gorgeous view of the park-like expanse outside.

David sat down beside his mother on the couch.

He knew what she was about to say. He usually knew what his parents’ thoughts were, even before they were spoken.

Emily looked into David’s eyes. Those piercing eyes!

He was mesmerizing. The tall, strong eighteen-year-old, with his high forehead, shoulder-length flowing brown hair and chiseled jaw caught everyone’s attention. He had inherited his good looks from his mother.

But it was those piercing blue eyes. When David’s eyes focused on you, they stared into your soul.

And yet, for all his good looks, he always dressed simply, in a white button-down shirt and khakis.

David was so perfect in every way that his mother rarely found it necessary to criticize him about anything.

My darling... she began. But he finished her thought.

I know, mom, he said softly. You have asked me to not demonstrate my gifts.

Emily breathed a sigh of relief. He took the words right out of her mouth.

She leaned over and gave him a kiss on the forehead.

Thank you. Your father and I only want to keep you safe.

But we live on six acres surrounded by eight-foot walls, said David. My friends all wonder why we live in a fortress. I was not trying to upset you. I just thought I could walk on water without any risk.

Emily smiled. I understand. But you never know who may be lurking outside. It was our hope that you would attend boarding school to escape the public eye, but you insisted on public school.

Mom, I can’t hide from the world forever. At some point, I must go out into the world and do my work.

I realize the day will come when you must leave us, she said, with a note of sadness in her voice. Your father and I have done our best to raise you and protect you from the harshness and scrutiny of the world you need to help. I just hope you will not leave us too soon.

I will know when the time is right, he said quietly, as he gave his mother a hug and a kiss.

Emily gazed at her son. His calm demeanor defied human logic. An eighteen-year-old who never got upset or flustered or angry? It was so incongruous for a young man of his age, she thought. But Emily knew the reason, and both she and her husband accepted it and embraced their son fully.

David paused and then brought up a topic that was a bit of a sore point with his parents.

Mom, I know we have a lot of money... he began.

Yes, she said, with a sigh. Here we go again, she thought. We are very fortunate to have inherited family money.

That doesn’t seem fair when so many people are struggling with hunger and disease. Shouldn’t we give our money away to help them?

Oh, my dear, your father works very hard and helps many people. Then she smiled and added, You are always so righteous.

At that moment, Emily realized how foolish her comment was.

David gazed at his mother with those piercing blue eyes. You know the answer. Being righteous is not a choice.

Emily nodded. I know, dear.

The front door opened, and John Sinclair entered the foyer. He was tall and handsome with graying hair and heart of gold.

Hey guys, how is everyone? he said, entering the living room.

Emily stood up, hugged her husband, and gave him a kiss. Hello, dear. How was your day?

Excellent. Our foundation has begun expanding our humanitarian efforts to more third world countries.

That’s wonderful, she said, as she looked at David. I’m sure you will make a difference there. Emily paused. Your son has a question for you.

She walked into the kitchen and left David alone with John.

David? asked his father. Are you alright?"

I’m not sure.

What seems to be the problem? he asked gently.

I was asking mom why we have so much money and do not use it to help people.

Well, said his father, if we gave away all our money, there would be none left. Instead, our family foundation generates substantial income, year after year, to assist those in need.

David listened and nodded. His father continued.

We do much good work. We provide food to the hungry, donate medical supplies and support education all over the world to improve the quality of people’s lives.

Thank you, Dad, he said. I understand better now. I hope you know that I am very proud of you, for everything you do.

David paused, and then added, But do we need to live in such a big house?

John smiled. If it makes you feel any better, we didn’t buy it – we inherited it. But the main reason we stay here is for your benefit.

Mine? asked David.

Your mother and I felt we needed privacy to allow you to grow up in a safe environment until you decide it is time to reveal yourself to the world.

David stood up and gave his father a warm hug. Thank you, dad, for always thinking of others.

* * *

Outside the wall surrounding the house, Karl Vickers was standing on the shoulders of his classmate, Tim Carver. He finally jumped down, holding his cellphone.

Man, you hurt my shoulders standing on them so long, said Tim.

Karl held his cellphone up, excited. Bro, you’re not gonna believe what I just filmed!

As they both watched, Karl replayed the video of David walking on water.

Holy crap! said Tim. How did Sinclair do that? We gotta share this, big time. It’ll go majorly viral.

Karl thought about it for a minute. Not yet. I wanna wait till the time is right.

Chapter 2

The next morning John Sinclair opened the front door and stepped onto the white columned portico of the family’s sprawling colonial. The sun shone bright in the cloudless azure sky of the early autumn morning,

He spotted David washing the windows of his ten-year-old dented Chevy.

Morning, Dad, he smiled. God has blessed us with another beautiful day.

Indeed He has. What are your plans?

I am volunteering at the Community Food Center.

John smiled. That’s wonderful. I’m very proud of you. For someone your age, you have a strong desire to give of yourself.

I guess it is in my blood.

His father nodded. Yes, it was.

Then John looked disparagingly at his son’s car. I don’t know why you hold onto this piece of junk. Why don’t you let me buy you a better car?

David smiled. You know I don’t care about that sort of thing. This baby gets me where I need to go.

Just thought I would offer – again.

Thanks anyway, dad, said David, as he got into his car. He turned on the ignition and, after a few tries, the engine turned over.

David proceeded down the driveway to the iron-gated entrance. He pushed the button on his remote and the gates opened.

* * *

Half an hour later, David pulled into the Community Food Center parking lot. The building was an old one-story structure with a grassy lawn. It had been renovated to include a kitchen and a large dining room with tables and chairs.

On Saturdays it was open from eleven in the morning until seven at night, serving nourishing hot meals to the needy. Typically, the center fed several hundred people a day.

It was run by Anna Cooke, a short, stout, kindly woman in her sixties with boundless energy. She liked to joke that she was a cook named Cooke. She supervised a permanent staff of five, and there were usually two or three volunteers like David who helped out on Saturdays.

David walked into the center and saw Anna surrounded by her staff. They were talking animatedly about something. He approached the group, curious to see what all the fuss was about.

Hi, everyone, what’s going on?

Anna rushed up to him holding a newspaper, a broad smile on her face.

"Oh, David, you’ll never guess what happened! The Daily News did a story about us!"

She showed him the newspaper. They even put my picture in the article. Just imagine! It’s not a very flattering photo. But I’m just so excited! The article praises our hard work and says we really contribute to the community.

David gave her a hug. I am thrilled for you, Anna. You truly deserve the recognition.

He gazed at Anna’s beaming face. She was so dedicated to the food center. She and her husband had never been blessed with children, and then he died suddenly a few years ago. Since then, she immersed herself in helping others at the center. She was a shining example of someone blessed with God’s love.

Okay, everyone, said Anna. Enough with this foolishness. We have people to feed!

The workers filed into the kitchen to prepare the meals. The food was donated to the center by the local food bank. The menu consisted of pasta with meat sauce, turkey stew, vegetable soup, rolls and iced tea.

The staff members all had their assigned tasks. Anna supervised as well as making the turkey stew. David, with his limited cooking experience, made the pasta. He felt comfortable with his task. After all, how could anyone ruin pasta?

As eleven o’clock approached, the crew was nearing completion and the aroma of the food wafted through the air.

Great work, everyone! exclaimed Anna. Let’s bring everything into the dining room.

The workers carried the pots of food from the kitchen and placed them on the serving tables in the dining room. Then they brought in the dishes, tumblers and utensils and stacked them at the beginning of the food line.

Anna clapped her hands together. Let’s welcome our guests!

She walked across the dining room and opened the doors. A large crowd was gathered outside. Anna saw a line of people stretched down the street and around the block.

Her mouth dropped open. Merciful Lord! she whispered.

Anna rushed back into the hall and ran up to her staff.

You should see the crowd out there! I’ve never seen anything like it! she exclaimed. The newspaper article gave us a huge amount of publicity.

David went over to Anna and put his arm around her. Let us not panic. We have prepared a lot of food, so we will begin serving and see how it goes.

David’s comforting words helped Anna calm down. You’re right. Let’s just pray that we can feed everyone.

The crowd began filing in, quietly and humbly. They were clearly grateful to be fed. Anna dished out the turkey stew, David served the pasta and the rest of the staff filled in to help with the rest of the food.

The tables filled up quickly and soon there was no room for anyone else to sit down. The line of hungry visitors grew longer by the minute.

Anna kept glancing down the line of people with a concerned look. David noticed that she was growing anxious. He had an idea. He went up to Anna and whispered something in her ear.

That’s a great suggestion, David. Thank you so much! she said as she squeezed his hand.