You may have heard the tale of the inn keeper who refused to give up his bed for a pregnant woman, telling her husband that they could use the stable for all he cared? Well, he was forever cursed to be an inn keeper until judgement day. Forever chasing after the shekel in the hopes of doing good and following the precincts of the Jewish faith, he was constantly searching to find a way of redeeming himself in the eyes of mankind.
This is the story of an ordinary man's humble beginnings and his experiences and adventures as he rose to control one of the largest corporations in the world.
But this is not an ordinary story, neither is this about an ordinary life.
A captivating read that will have you glued to the pages from the first to the last.
There is an old legend that says that the inn keeper who refused to give up his bed for a pregnant woman and told her husband that they could use the stable for all he cared was forever cursed to be an inn keeper until judgment day. Never being able to redeem himself but forever chasing after the shekel in the hopes of doing good and following the precincts of the Jewish faith.
This story is about a wandering Jewish innkeeper at the turn of the 21st century this innkeeper found himself in Africa running an inn as usual
He starts his day by doing his religious duty by attending Shul and then returning to the inn to be a good host to his guests. In his time he had seen peoples of many nations serving them and hoping to find a way of redeeming himself in the eyes of mankind.
Later in the day he would take stock of what he had in the inn kitchen and then go to the local market to replenish his stock for the evening meal and once more return to the inn to play the part of the good host to his guests. His wife, a shrewd woman would keep the kitchen under her control making sure that the staff they employed at minimum wages did not steal a morsel of bread. She considered it a great sin she considered for a person to steal from their employers and this policy of economics she rigidly enforced.
At night the inn keeper would retire to the inner sanctum and count out the coins which he had made through the day making sure always that the inn showed a healthy profit. He had become very good at what he did; after all he had been doing it for more then to millennium. He had once owned an inn on the main square in Damascus and had served the likes of the Moslem’s Mohamed. He had seen at first hand the evil that his followers had committed in Mohamed’s name. At another time he had run an inn in the Christian city of Constantinople. Here he had seen the riches of the east going west and the evil of the Holy Roman Empire. Still another time he had owned an inn in the old city of Jerusalem here he had seen the ignorant Christian knights of western Europe butcher and massacre their fellow believers in the belief that they were infidels because of their dress.
The first inn he had owned in the old city of Jerusalem had been built shortly before the crucifixion of the Lord and he had given up an upper room the night before to the Lord and his disciples. He provided the where with all for them to hold Passover; however this had not redeemed him from the eternal curse under which he lived. The day of the crucifixion of Jesus he had watched from the street as Jesus carried the cross tree up the well-worn path to Golgotha, the place of the skull. The innkeeper had watched as others reviled and spat on Jesus but he kept aloof, watching the man to whom he had refused his parents a bed. At one stage the innkeeper had started forward with a cloth to wipe the blood from Jesus’ face but a Roman solder shoved him roughly back into the crowd with a curse.