I am Jude, a brother of Jesus, one of the Twelve. Matthew, Mark, Luke and John mention me. They call me Judas or Thaddeus, as some people do. But there’s a lot that my friends don’t tell about my life. I was born about two and a half years after Jesus, in the normal way, no angels or fancy gifts involved. Jesus and I had a pretty normal childhood. He was different, though. He often went off to talk with the wild animals outside the village.