Jesus In Egypt: Discovering the Secrets of Christ's Childhood
What Happened to Jesus in Egypt? In search of answers, bestselling author Paul Perry set out to follow the Holy Family’s mysterious journey himself. In this fascination book, Perry tells the story of his own amazing trek into Egypt, and the deeper story of the miracles and marvels he uncovered along the way. With the help of the Egyptian Christian Pope, the narratives of the apocrypha and with devout guides and temperamental transportation, he ventured to find the places where Jesus had slept, suffered, performed miracles, and engaged in innocent acts of mischief. Part travel adventure, part spiritual journey, part historical detective story, Chasing Jesus recounts a modern-day pilgrimage into an ancient and often baffling land. This extraordinary book unfolds a chapter in the life of Jesus that has been shrouded in mystery and misunderstanding for two thousand years.
What Happened to Jesus in Egypt? In search of answers, bestselling author Paul Perry set out to follow the Holy Family’s mysterious journey himself. In this fascination book, Perry tells the story of his own amazing trek into Egypt, and the deeper story of the miracles and marvels he uncovered along the way. With the help of the Egyptian Christian Pope, the narratives of the apocrypha and with devout guides and temperamental transportation, he ventured to find the places where Jesus had slept, suffered, performed miracles, and engaged in innocent acts of mischief. Part travel adventure, part spiritual journey, part historical detective story, Chasing Jesus recounts a modern-day pilgrimage into an ancient and often baffling land. This extraordinary book unfolds a chapter in the life of Jesus that has been shrouded in mystery and misunderstanding for two thousand years. Learn More
Reviews for Jesus in Egypt:
“Like novelists such as Dan Brown, author of The Da Vinci Code, Perry now works along the wide road between religious orthodoxy and lore-based fiction. Such blends seem likely to spread as Christians and Muslims, develop new cross/crescent interactions rather than the current mix of mutual ignorance and terrorism.”
“Perry’s portrayals of (those) he meets on his journey, his retelling of stories about miracles attributed to the baby and his amusing style combine to make a delightful read, even for skeptical Westerners.”
“This beautifully written book is a wonderful example of West meets East. It is an account of our ancient tradition through Western eyes, a mix of Western inquiry and Middle Eastern faith and tradition.”
-Bishop Marcos, Coptic Orthodox Bishop of Shubra al-Kheima, Cairo, Egypt,
Moderator of the Orthodox Holy Family Committee in preparation for the celebrations of the year 2000.
The following are excerpts from select chapters of “Jesus in Egypt: Discovering the Secrets of Christ’s Childhood Years.” This is only a taste of this fascinating book, which can be purchased by clicking the “Add to Cart” button on the right of the screen. Perform a good deed yourself by ordering “Jesus in Egypt” now! A portion of each book purchased through this website will go to help the poor in Egypt.
What’s In The Book?
The Secret Stories of Jesus
I felt uneasy going into the dark Cairo alley with the two strangers. I had just met them at the Old Cathedral of Saint Mark in the Azbakiya District. I was standing in the back pews of the 18th century church admiring its incredible icons, those bright paintings that give life to the stories of the Bible. As I moved from one icon to the next I suddenly became aware of the two men behind me.
“Good evening,” I said, stopping.
“Evening good you, too,” said the man with the moustache. “You are American?”
“Yes,” I said. It was not long after September 11th, and few American’s were traveling to the Middle East. I was conspicuous everywhere I went, so it was no surprise that I would be singled out at a Coptic Church, one that would be off the beaten path for most American travelers anyway.
“You have come to look for Jesus?” asked Moustache.
The secret police are working overtime tonight, I thought.
“Why do you think I am looking for Jesus?” I asked.
Moustache smiled and held up his hands. “House of Jesus,” he said. “You must be here to look for Jesus.”
I kept walking and looking at the icons. The two strangers stayed right with me. Moustache and his friend spoke quietly in Arabic, pacing me for some time as I tried to ignore their presence. Finally Moustache tapped me on the shoulder.
“Would you like to see the Well of Jesus?” he asked.
“I certainly would,” I said. “Did Jesus drink at this well?”
“Yes,” said Moustache. “He made it, and he drank there. And it is still there. It makes women have babies. Hazzem and I will take you.”
“Sounds interesting,” I said, assessing these rogue guides.
They were smiling and they both seemed harmless. Not quite choirboys, I thought, but close enough to trust on a short field trip.
“Let’s go,” I said.
And we did. We headed out of the church and across its walled courtyard to the busy street. The “well of magic water” was less than 200 yards away, my new friends assured me. It would be no problem getting there. No problem, that is, if I didn”t mind accompanying them down a very dark alley…
Field of Fallen Idols
….”It doesn”t look like much,” I said to Ra’ed.
“You aren”t there yet,” he said. “It’s over that hill.”
Behind us were the entrance to the archaeological complex and the parking lot. From the road the entrance had been so difficult to find that we had passed it before Ra’ed realized it and ordered Sa”ad to stop. Once we got inside the grounds, things seemed even more cryptic. There was a small garden of sculptures from the pharaonic era. But other than that this place looked like a police station. In fact it was a police station of some sort. To one side was a large building with a constant stream of soldiers and police officers scurrying in and out. Toward the back of the property was a high dirt berm with the sound of gunfire coming from behind it.
“That is a shooting range for policemen,” said Ra’ed. “We won”t be going over there.”
We continued to walk toward another hill. This place looks like a waste of time, I said to myself. A total zero. All I see is scrub brush and dirt. They must have cleared this off with a road grader.
We topped the hill and the entire scene changed. There in front of us was an enormous field of fallen idols. There were hundreds of them, covering perhaps a square mile in area. Pillars the circumference of pine trees had been toppled. Heads of stone pharaohs the size of automobiles were broken off and lying next to their own stone feet. Statues of shapely stone queens were lying on their sides. Massive steles were broken into pieces that were scattered all over the ground. Walls were crumbled, as prophesized by Ezekiel, an Old Testament prophet who lived between 592 and 570 b.c.e.
And there, in the foreground, was a perfectly shaped well, its circular wall neatly fashioned from irregular bricks. I looked inside. The well was partially full of water. Floating on its surface was bits of Styrofoam cup and other rubbish.
I began to laugh at the scene in front of us.
“I did the same thing the first time I saw this,” said Ra’ed. “I laughed too.”
“I can”t help it,” I said. “It is so true to the Gospels that it’s almost absurd.”
…I am surrounded by fallen idols, just like it says in the gospel….
Lightened by Piety
….We got out of the car and looked out at a desert that has probably changed little in 2000 years. It was stark and bleak and fathomless, and reminded me of why it is that Egypt has never been conquered by a force coming from the west across these endless dunes.
“What is it that happened here?” asked Ra’ed, as I opened my copy of the infancy gospels and began search for the appropriate passages.
“One of the most amazing things that happened to Jesus in Egypt, happened right here,” I said. “According to the infancy gospels, he met the two thieves who would eventually hang on crosses on either side of him when he was crucified in Jerusalem.”
“Is such a thing possible?” asked Ra’ed. “That would mean that Jesus knew the end from the beginning.”
Ra’ed had hit it right on the head….