Jesus By John Liesel Analysis

Jesus, Mary and Joseph. Why didn’t I tell that poor lady where her son was? I just couldn’t do it. None of us could. The poor child was face first in the dirt, his legs about the same length as Liesel’s. Weirdly enough, it reminded me of home. Of Liesel’s books and letters to her mother; of Rosa’s yelling and horrible pea soup; and Max’s painting in the basement and the night he had to leave. All because of me (plonks onto bench). This boy’s mother didn’t deserve to see her son like that. Nobody deserves any of this (gesture “in general”). This is my punishment. I can do what I can to help, or I can die trying.
Perhaps I should have told her where her son was. But what if I did? How would she react? Would she fall on her knees next to her child and weep? Or would she pull me down by my shirt and scream into my face? I had no way of knowing. I had to think in an instant and that’s what I did. I’m not sure if it was the right way to go, but if she finds her son, at least she’ll know what happened to him. That’s got to be a good thing, right? I tried …show more content…
My every decision. Rosa wouldn’t approve of this. She’d probably yell at me, and call me a saukerl or something. Slight chuckle. I should have told Liesel. Let’s face it, that woman was as good as dead as soon as she got back on the train. But Liesel was so young, so delicate. She didn’t deserve that kind of news. At the time I thought I was doing the right thing, you know? Now I think about it, I was. I made the right decision at the time. If I could turn back time, no, I wouldn’t have changed what I did. If she wrote the letters when she was older, yeah I suppose I would have told her. But she was only a child and she wouldn’t have understood any of this. Now, she’s become a responsible, mature young lady and one day, I hope that one day, I’ll get the chance to tell her, and she’ll understand. If I ever get out of this godforsaken place (look