As the sun set behind the hills, the village elder Eldora, a wise woman with eyes that seemed to hold the secrets of time, gathered the children around her. Her voice, soft yet powerful, began weaving tales of a man known by many names. "Tonight, my dear ones, I will tell you of the names and the stories of Jesus," she began, her words drawing the children closer as the first stars appeared in the sky.

Eldora's voice carried through the night, "They called him the Good Shepherd, for he tended to his flock with love and care. He guided them through the storms and led them to pastures of peace, never leaving a single one behind." The children imagined the gentle shepherd, his eyes kind and his hands gentle, guiding them through their own storms.

Eldora continued, "He was also known as the Light of the World, a beacon in the darkest of times. His light shone in the hearts of many, dispelling fear and bringing hope." The children felt the warmth of that light, imagining it illuminating their paths, banishing the shadows that sometimes crept into their dreams.

"They called him the Healer," Eldora said, "for his touch could mend the broken and his words could soothe the wounded soul." The children closed their eyes, feeling the gentle touch of the healer, imagining the peace that would follow in his presence.

Eldora spoke of the Redeemer, "He came to free the world from the shackles of despair, offering redemption and a path to salvation." The children felt a sense of renewal, inspired by the promise of a fresh start, knowing that no matter their mistakes, redemption was always within reach.

"And so, my dear ones," Eldora concluded, "Remember these names and the stories they hold. For in them, you will find guidance, light, healing, and redemption." The children, eyes wide with wonder, drifted into dreams filled with the many names of Jesus, each a story, a promise, a gift.