Free The Tent by Gary Paulsen

In the eighth century B.C.E. in what is now Israel/Palestine, the birthplace and stipulations of a religious leader were prophesied. He was to be born in the village called Bethlehem, of a virgin.
    In the small town of Nazareth, a pregnant teenage girl was engaged to a carpenter. During this time the Romans called for a census, and because the carpenter was from the house of David, he took
his fiancée to the town of Bethlehem to register. All of the inns were full due to the increased number of people in town, but he was able to obtain lodging in a stable, and it was there the baby was born.
    From Bethlehem the family moved to Egypt for a short time and then back to the district of Galilee to Nazareth. This was where the baby grew up as the eldest son of the carpenter.
    He began teaching at the age of thirty, choosing his first followers from the area of Galilee. He taught among the poor and the sick, explaining to people how to love God in truth and not just for appearance, and to love their neighbors as much as themselves.
    His most radical teaching was that man was sinful and in need of salvation (saving) and that just doing good things was not enough to justify man before a holy God.
    The people had expected a different sort of messiah, one who would save them from Roman
oppression, and this man didn't fit that description. He spent his time telling stories, not raising an army. Still the leaders were concerned about the large crowds that he attracted and the things he had to say about the religious leaders of the day.
    Within three short years, by the age of thirty-three, the young man had enraged the religious community to the point that the religious leaders had him arrested and brought before the high priest on charges of blasphemy—a crime punishable by death. The chief priests did not have the power to execute the death penalty so they handed him over to the Roman governor, saying the man and his followers were political subversives. The sentence handed down was death, to be carried out by the then normal official mode of execution, death by crucifixion.
    Even though he had predicted his own death, his followers were downhearted and most were in hiding, fearing for their own lives. Then news came
that their leader had been laid to rest in the tomb of a friend and that when women went to attend the body it was gone. This strange event prompted still more powerful belief in the teacher, and his followers carried on his teachings. Almost all were killed because of their intense belief in him.

For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.
    "I figure it this way," his father said one evening. "I'm thirty-four years old and we don't have a pot to pee in or a window to throw it out of to call our own. How do you see it?"
    Steven shrugged. "I don't think it's that bad."
    "We live in a ten-year-old rented trailer in a trailer park," his father, who was named Corey, cut in. "We're driving a nineteen sixty-seven Chevy
half-ton with salt rot so bad you can read through it. We don't have any money—and I mean
any
—your mother has gone off with a ... well ... a friend, and you just got a pair of Salvation Army tennis shoes for your fourteenth birthday, and you don't think it's
bad
?"
    "You've got a job."
    "At minimum wage. I can't even pay the rent on this trailer without working two full-time basewage jobs."
    Steven stopped. He'd heard some of this before but never as far down as his father sounded now. Not even when his mother had gone. They were close, he and his father—somehow being poor had brought them closer.
    His father had not always been this poor. They had lived in Kansas City, and for as long as Steven could remember—until he was twelve—his father had worked at a factory that made doors. Then the factory had closed down and gone to another country—Steven thought Mexico—and even his father, who had been a foreman of a whole shift, was terminated. That had been