The Honest Faith: Thank you, Mr. Trump

Again, I invite you to take a step back. Don’t consider yourself Christian. Don’t consider yourself anything. Take a step back from your life. Let go of all your tightly held beliefs and just be. Read with an open mind. Don’t take offense, because what will be said isn’t about you. You aren’t these things. You can look back on things that the person who was you did and examine them through this lens, however, you aren’t that person anymore. What you do moving forward is completely up to you. You are the one who decides what to do with the time that is given to you moving forward. With all of that being said, I’m about to talk about some rather controversial things. I know I said I would try to stay away from these, but I can’t remain silent any longer. So breathe. Sit. Take a moment. Then read on.

Dear Mr. Trump,

I wrote you a letter a few months ago, I see you didn’t get it. That’s okay. I don’t blame you, you have a lot on your plate. I’m writing now to thank you. This may seem rather disingenuous, but it isn’t. I do want to thank you. You have done something that I never thought was possible. You have set into motion something that I have seen coming for a long time. The fruits of which I do not know if they are good or bad, yet. Currently, it remains to be seen. I know we don’t see eye to eye on a lot. That’s fine, I just wanted to say thank you.

Thank you for bringing light to the divisions within the Christian church. It is because of you that some of our deepest and darkest secrets are coming out. Your racist statements and hurtful rhetoric towards people groups of almost every people group, sexual identity, gender identity, mental ability, and more have shown just how bad those things have gotten within the culture the western church has created. Instead of stopping those things we allowed them to spread. We even sent out missionaries to other countries carrying these ideas with them. Was that right? No, not at all. But because what you have done brings light to those impulses within the church, I wanted to thank you.

Thank you for showing just how bad racism still is in this country. Really, white supremacists are openly marching in the streets now. That is still happening. There were those who claimed that we have gotten past this idea of racism, but nope. It’s alive, well, and uglier than ever. You helped feed this monster. Your statements that you have made, make it very clear where you stand. You have called my own genetic nationality all manner of hurtful and hateful things. You are responsible for taking control of the problems it is creating. I don’t know if you will, but you have shown the world just how bad it still is here in the U.S.A. That is not to say we are a bad country, just that our issues are still there. You showed the world that. Maybe now we can finally talk about it and work to begin fixing it.

Thank you for showing how bad homophobia is in this country still. Yes, we legalized same sex marriages. But we still haven’t gotten past this idea that those who love the same sex aren’t worthy of God’s love. It is because of your bold brashness that leaders of the small-c christian church came together to put out their own bold brash statement called the “Nashville statement”. This statement judged and condemned the lgbtq+ community. It showed just how hateful and hurtful the church still is toward them and all those who affirm and ally with them. That was never part of the Bible. Hate is not scriptural. Love is love, hate is hate. Don’t confuse the two. That statement is unchristian and does not represent the Divine. The Divine is Love. You emboldened those who signed this statement because somewhere along the way they thought that the political party you ran with was god’s party. I’m not quite sure which god that was, but it wasn’t the Divine.

Thank you for showing how bad Transphobia is in this country. You are not afraid of inciting violence or getting people involved in it, but you are afraid of sending those who don’t feel comfortable with their birth gender into violent situations? Maybe that’s nice of you, but I doubt that it is. I think it stems from a place of fear of trans people. But you know what, they are people they can think and choose for themselves. If they want to serve this country, great! LET THEM! What is under their uniform is their business, and their business alone. I support and I affirm them. I know you think this makes me a bad person, but you’ve already called me a bad hombre a few times because of my genetics. If loving people, supporting them, helping them in the ways that I can is bad, well then I accept that role.

Thank you for revealing just how bad nationalism has gotten in the church. Did you know there are churches around the world that fly the American flag because the missionaries who started this church were from this country? I know, that’s kind of crazy. I very much disliked throughout my entire career having the American flag anywhere in the sanctuary or even having patriotic music played in the service. The reason being that we are human beings first, Christian second, and way last in third place American. It had no bearing on the first two things, so, therefore, did not belong in a service having to do with them. When country comes before your humanity or even God, that is when it is a problem. I know where your priorities stand. You are number 1 on that list, that’s your own prerogative, but I choose to be human and show kindness to my fellow man. I choose to follow Christ, and if that does not align with being American, that sucks, but so be it.

Thank you for revealing just how greedy church leaders have become. I didn’t get involved in all of the social media bashings of Joel Osteen. I have never really been a fan of his or of Mega-churches for that matter. Seriously, when something sounds like the bad transformer why would you want to be a fan of it? But since you have traditionally been a symbol of greed in this country, those who were in the church were emboldened by your election to leadership. They started agreeing with Gordon Gecko from that 1980’s movie, stating that “Greed, is good.” The church, and the gospel have never been about financial prosperity. Those who preach that are not disciples of Christ. They are disciples of the almighty dollar. There has been a problem with this for years. But you started to reveal how bad it was.

Thank you for showing how we have seen women as objects and not people for way too long. Your objective view of your fellow human beings is not just limited to women, but your views on women have set us back a few decades. This has empowered the weakened power structures that were about ready to topple. It has shown a light on them and people began to try propping them up again. But the damage has been done. Women are not objects. They are not to be treated as such. They are human beings. Like you and me and your wife and your daughter and every other person on this planet. This power structure has been alive and well within the western church for far too long. People use Paul’s writings as if they were straight from the Divine itself. Paul has been deified in place of Jesus. We see what damage that has wrought throughout this entire letter. Women are not objects, they are people. We are all people. All of us human.

So, Thank you, Mr. Trump. You and those who have aligned themselves with you have brought these problems to light. There is one thing that we have to do now. We have to fix it. By we, I mean all of us, including you and those who aligned themselves with you. We do not fix this by writing nebulous statements that pretend to speak for the Divine. That’s not helpful. No, we get our hands dirty. We roll up our sleeves and get to work setting our minds to figuring out what we need to do to fix the problem. It is not by banning things or making “immoral” things illegal. It’s by figuring out what the root problem is and addressing it. We have to sit down and talk to those we are afraid of. We need to get to the reason why we are afraid of each other and figure out how we can live together in love, peace, and harmony. I realize what I am saying sounds like a pipe dream. I realize that it is very idealistic. But honestly, I believe it is the truth. I believe that we need to love others without condition, without agenda, without anything but love. LOVE IS LOVE. We need to show every human being that they are not alone, and they matter. That’s right, as much as I’d hate to admit it, even you Mr. Trump are not alone, you matter as well. You are a human being. God loves you, too. I know you probably don’t want to even acknowledge that, but it’s true. You are a loved. Don’t stop at revealing the problem. It’s time for you to do something about it. It’s time for all of us to do something about it.

 

Sincerely,

Miguel

You are not alone, You matter.

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The Story of Esperanza Reyes: Chapter 5

After the symbolic ritual cleansing in the Rio Grande River, Esperanza felt led to take an extended retreat into the hill country to find her center. She had decided to fast during this retreat, drinking only water from the canteens and supply she brought with her. This had been a long held ritual to find oneself while cutting off from the rest of society and technology. Overall she had been on this retreat for forty days.

After the thirtieth day, Esperanza had grown hungry. The lack of food and the lack of input had begun to drive her into some hallucinations. At first, they were small, like a rabbit that wasn’t really there, to voices of people she knew and loved that had long since left her. On a fortieth day, a figure bathed in light and glorious like the morning star appeared before her. It spoke to her in a melodic and inviting voice that sounded like a grand symphony inviting her to listen. “Aren’t you hungry? You know you are the child of the Divine, don’t you? See that round rock over there? Comand that rock to become bread.” Esperanza shook her head to clear it. She spoke to the figure. “As it’s been said, we can’t fully live just by filling our bellies.”

Suddenly, she looked around and realized she was on HaAv’s balcony. The one on which he addresses the many Jesuits who come to pilgrimage to the Ir Gibeah. “Jump,” the figure said simply. “Show these people that you are the child of the Divine. They will believe you are if only you jump. The Divine would protect you. Finally, a woman would be in the highest seat of power within the religion.” Esperanza felt conflicted. Even more so than from the hunger. That was something she wanted. She wanted to tear down this power structure that kept people subjugated. She shook her head again. “No, I will not be a part of the system that keeps people subjugated.”

Again, the scene shifted around her. Now she was standing in a crater on the moon. She rubbed her eyes, this must be a hunger hallucination she thought to herself. The figure pointed to the earth. “What if I told you, I can give you power over all of that. Nobody would have to be subjugated anymore. You would just tell them not to. You can have it all, you only need take it.” Esperanza thought for a good long moment. She knew she could have power and would only need grasp it. She again shook her head. “No! That’s not the way. They wouldn’t learn that way. People need to come to the choice on their own to be good. If I do it for them, they would never understand why they need it.” She closed her eyes.

When she opened her eyes, she saw the same Texas hillside that she was sitting on only moments earlier. She knew that it may have been a hallucination, but it taught her what she needed to know about herself. Her retreat was over. She opened her pack and pulled out a self-made granola bar. She ate and returned to her vehicle to return home.

When she returned home, she went to her congregation the next weekend. She prepared a message relating all she had learned on her retreat. She read from the prophet Isaiah. She read:

The Spirit of the Divine is upon me, Because he has anointed me to preach good news to the poor. He has sent me to proclaim release to the captives and recovering of sight to the blind, to set at liberty those who are oppressed, to proclaim the the time of the Divine”

She closed the book and handed it back to the acolyte who was standing nearby. She spoke and said. “The Kingdom of the Divine is here and now. We only need to make it a reality. We have been sent to give good news to the poor. We should help them and ensure they have what they need. We have been sent set those who are captive, free. Whether mentally, physically, or otherwise we are the ones to bring freedom. We are the ones to give sight to the blind. It is the time of the Divine. We are the ones who make it a reality. Don’t wait for someone else to do it. It is our time.”

There was a murmur in the congregation. “Isn’t this Maria and Jose’s Daughter? Where did she learn to speak like that? Why is a Mexican trying to tell us what to do?” She heard the murmur and addressed it, “Maybe you will choose not to believe me because I’m the daughter of immigrants. Maybe you will always see me that way. But I bring you the truth. Wasn’t there a story of the time of Elisha, where there was a famine in the land? The only ones who believed him were widows and foreigners.” Those who had murmured turned red with anger. The congregation started to get up out of their seats. She watched as they demanded she leave them. She walked out to her car as the congregation held a special meeting. Later that day she received word that she had been let go.

It was in that moment, that Esperanza knew she would no longer be a priest with a home. She needed to spread the message that the Divine’s Kingdom was here. Now was the time for the Divine’s people to act, and we are all the Divine’s people. It was time for her real ministry to begin.

Esperanza was invited to come speak in a temple in Kerrville. It was the Temple where her cousin Zachary had served for many years. It was a normal Sunday morning and people were filing into the temple. A young man wearing a gray hooded sweatshirt with the hood pulled over his face turned and looked her in the eye. He did it in such a sudden and rapid movement that it startled her. His eyes were blood shot and red. He looked high. His voice shook with terror. “What are you doing here? You are Esperanza Reyes. Did you come to rid this boy of me?” His last sentence dripped with disdain, “I know who you are, Daughter of the Divine.” Esperanza placed her hand on his shoulder in a kind and comforting way. She spoke to him. “It’s okay. I know the pain you have felt. You don’t need to escape it in this way anymore.” She whispered to him, “I have come to set you free.” The young man’s eyes cleared, and his posture changed. He stood up straight and pulled the hood down from over his head. He hugged her.

Those who were standing nearby knew this young man to be an addict. They marveled and said to each other “Who is this woman who can set a man free from his addictions with just a few words?” Reports of this encounter spread as most stories of amazement do. It became popular on social media. Many didn’t believe the story, many did. Esperanza’s story began to gain attention, and she was sought after to speak in many places from that point on.

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The Honest Faith: What is Church?

A good friend of mine asked me last week to ask a question of my Facebook followers. This question was “What is church to you?” as in what constitutes going to church for you. He went on to say that for him it was going to the park and watching his children play and the interactions with other parents there, or Tae Kwan Do practice and the connections made with other parents there. I asked the question, though I did not receive a lot of response. But it is a question that stuck in my mind.

This week a different friend told me about a hashtag that arose in popularity on Twitter and is gaining some momentum on Facebook as well. This hashtag is #EmptyThePews to tell the story of why people are leaving the church. I started writing more frequently in my blog to express my feelings and struggle with coming to terms with my faith after my exit from in church ministry. So I figured this would be a good thing for me to check out. I started reading and I both wept and was filled with joy in knowing that I was not alone. This hashtag was started by writer and pretty cool guy Christopher Stroop. I sat and read, and responded, to a lot of these responses. If ever there was a full thread of how Christian’s have been annoying, that was it.

Have you ever wondered what constitutes church? Maybe you read my last two blog posts, and you began to wonder about your own community. Maybe you have left the church altogether but still feel a yearning to be in a community like that. Maybe you have found one, but something seems off or lacking. What could it be?

Last week I wrote about the ways we could be less annoying as Christians. Two themes emerged as the dominant ways to “fix our PR problem”. Those things were authenticity and Love. As I have spent time this week reading through the tweets on this hashtag I have found an overwhelming lack of authenticity and love from the church. It was mainly geared toward evangelicals, but the mainline denominations have been guilty of this as well. The sad part is that there are still some trying to rebuke those who have left for the reasons they left. Ask yourself, “what would Jesus do?” In this instance, I don’t think Jesus would berate those who left. Didn’t he tell the parable of leaving the 99 to go after the 1 who was lost? Did Jesus berate that lost sheep for leaving? Did Jesus emotionally abuse that lost sheep? No, the point was that all were loved, and cared for that a group is fine but the one alone is the one who needs the most care and attention. After all, I tell you that in the same way, there will be more joy in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine righteous persons who need no repentance.

See, it comes back to this question. What is church? What is it that we have left? The truth is that church or religious gatherings are and always have been a place for people to find a connection with each other and the Divine at the same time. When it became a boot camp for “god’s army”, that was when it was time to empty the pews. When it became a place to point fingers at each other and claim superiority, that was when it was time to empty the pews. When it became anything other than a hospital for the spiritually infirmed that was when it was time to empty the pews.

I think my whole mission since starting on this journey of Honest Faith has been to discover what it really meant to follow Christ. I think that big question is one that has haunted me throughout the process. What is Church? What I have found throughout this almost year that I have been doing deep soul searching, is that it is about connection. It is about discovering that interconnectedness that we have with everything. That thing is the Divine.

There was this imagery that the evangelical church liked to use when I was growing up. It was imagery of God living within you. That with the Holy Spirit you have a bit of God living inside of you. When you asked Jesus into your heart, you had the Holy Spirit come in. The odd thing is, I think they got that right. Though I don’t think they were correct about the moment it happens, but the idea of the Divine being within. As I have written about many times before, I do believe the divine exists within everything. That we are all interconnected and when we realize that connection we begin to interact with the world around us with respect and care. They used to say, how would you do those things if you knew God was in you. Now I think how would I not want to do things if God was in me? I want to experience life. I don’t want life and fulfillment only after I’m dead. God never promised that. Jesus said that He came that we may have life and have it to the fullest.

So what then? Should we abandon all hope ye who enter here? Should we stop going to church altogether? No! There are churches that are still safe havens (sanctuaries, see what I did there?) for vulnerability, love, and connection. In fact, the amazing Facebook page “I’m not that kind of Christian” has a list or two full of churches that are striving to be that. There are some of us whose mission is to find, help, and support those who are on the outside in any way we can like me with Post-Church Christians, and many more like podcasts that I could list in the hundreds here (I’ll name two of my favorites, The liturgists, and TheLifeAfter.org). We are trying to get back to what we once were; a people of love, vulnerability, and connectedness. I found this week that I was not alone. I mattered because my story was one of many that all said, we looked for God in the church we couldn’t find God there. Like I said before, Jesus has left the building.

My heart breaks from many of the stories I read this week. My heart breaks because I’ve experienced a lot of them myself. I’ve seen a lot of them happen. I’ve even perpetrated some of them when I was in the church. It pains me when those things happen because I know it drives people even further away from connection with the Divine. Empty the pews was not about getting rid of Christianity, it was about why people couldn’t go to church anymore. Why they couldn’t go to a building that supported the power structures that Jesus worked so hard to dismantle. My heart breaks because so many have been told that they don’t matter. That they are alone. That was never the message. I asked curiously how many people, like myself, developed a pronounced anxiety disorder due to what happened, I got a lot of response. The good news is, though, that you are not alone, you matter.

The takeaway from this week is that church doesn’t have to be in a building. It is wherever you find a connection with the whole of creation. It is within you, and around you. Take a look. Maybe church for you is a group of people that meet in a pub and discusses theology, life, love, and everything in between. Maybe church is talking to the other parents at Tae Kwan Do practice. Maybe church is the people you eat lunch with at work or school. Maybe church is wherever you make it, and are able to feel the most connected, vulnerable and loved. The biggest most important thing about church is the reinforcement of my mantra; YOU ARE NOT ALONE! YOU MATTER! If you hear anything else, it’s time to empty the pews. May you know, you are not alone, you matter!

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The Story of Esperanza Reyes: Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Thirty-five years later, in 2015 Barack Obama was president of the United States, and Greg Abbot just became the Governor of Texas. The Jesuits had a large area that was lead by an Arch-Rabbi named Gustavo Garcia-Siller, he lead the area of west Texas. Juan, the son of Zachary and Isabella, was now 36 years old. He, also, became a priest. Though, he did not feel welcomed in many church buildings. He decided to forge his own path. He preferred, instead, to hold services under tents in distant fields far away from populated areas. Many rumors circulated about him. Many thought he lived in a cave. There were rumors that he had survived by eating wild honey and grasshoppers. He didn’t help these rumors, by dressing very simply. He wore a ratty old leather jacket, very worn jeans, and an old “Hewey Lewis and the News” t-shirt most days. This didn’t stop his gatherings from drawing hundreds, if not thousands of people from the surrounding areas to come to one of his big tent services.

The people came from San Antonio, the Rio Grande Valley, El Paso, Austin, and even some from Dallas and Houston. They came and they listened. They came because he also listened to them. He heard their stories. It was as if when all gathered they were family. He used water from the Rio Grande to do ritual washings telling of the symbolic nature of water. Word began to spread far and wide of this eccentric leader in the wilderness of West Texas. Many began to come to these services soon the leaders and officials of the Jesuits and State caught word of this wild man drawing so much attention.

Some Rabbis and Priests came out to hear him speak a few times. He noticed this large gathering of leaders near the back of one of his services. He called out to them. “Liars and thieves, who said the end is near and sent you out here? Stop misleading your people and start teaching of the power of love. Stop hiding behind your ‘holy orders’ because anyone can and should read the good news for themselves. The Divine is ready to uproot that church because you do not bear good fruit. Instead, it is about to be composted.” The crowd grew into a murmur. One of the crowd asked him, “What are we supposed to do? He turned and spoke to the crowd, “If you have two coats, give one to someone who doesn’t have one. If you have more than enough food, give the leftovers to those who are hungry. Quit hoarding for yourself.” There were also gathered the wealthy and elite oil tycoons who had gathered in the crowd. Juan spoke directly to them now, “Don’t take more money than you have to. Don’t be greedy.” He turned to those in police uniform in the crowd. “Don’t abuse your authority over civilians. Treat everyone with the same kindness and love no matter their lot or skin color.”

The rabbis and priests, now deflated, called out accusingly. “Why are you leading these services and saying such things if you aren’t the chosen one, the Messiah that was to come?” Juan turned back to them and said, “I am just the messenger, not the Messiah. There is one who is coming who is so much more important than I am. I am not even worthy enough to shake Her hand. I have shown you the symbolic nature of being washed by water, She will fill your souls with water of life cleansing you from the inside-out.”

One of the Governor’s aides was in attendance at that service. This man spoke against power structures and threatened the very power that the state government had over the people. This aide also feared that his own sins would be pointed out to everyone, so he began to plot against Juan. The aide worked to plant evidence of a crime upon Juan. This was done, and Juan was thrown in prison. Juan did not put up a fight but cooperated with all that was asked of him. He talked with the other prisoners and told them of the freedom that the Divine provides.

Before Juan was imprisoned, Esperanza came from Eden, Texas to one of her cousin’s services. This service was held along the Rio Grande just south of Del Rio, Texas. She went to his service because she heard of the ritual cleansings he did, and needed to experience this for herself. Juan was very against the idea when he heard of it. He said to her, “I need to be cleansed by you, not the other way around.” Esperanza said to him, “It’s alright. It is necessary for me, and a symbol for others.” Juan gave in and performed the ceremony. When Esperanza came out of the water the clouds rolled away and the sun had shown seemingly directly upon her. The wind picked up and it sounded like the Divine’s voice carried upon it saying “This is my child, with whom I am delighted.” Esperanza spoke to those gathered, “The Divine waits to delight in you as well.”

All this took place during the beginning of the year. As I have written before, not much is known about Esperanza’s early life. There are many stories though none that I felt necessary to tell. There is one that struck me deeply, if true. It has been said that Esperanza was married in her twenties. She had two children. This family was well beloved by Esperanza. It has been said that they loved her deeply as well. Esperanza’s parents had grown older and could not cross the border as they used to. Her siblings were all grown and had moved all over the country. She was the only one left in Texas. She made it a point to go and visit her family regularly. She would legally cross the border with her family, stay a few days, and return without issue. Though it seems not all of these trips were without issue. On one such journey returning from Durango, Mexico to Eden, Texas, the family was pulled over by the state patrol. They had received a report about a vehicle the same make and color that Esperanza and her family drove. It was reported that a drug cartel was using such a vehicle to smuggle drugs and other things across the border. When it was seen that a Mexican family was traveling across the border in such a vehicle, the state patrol jumped into action. It was dark and the family was ordered get out of the car with their hands up. As Esperanza’s husband was helping the younger child out of the car the, older child had poked his head in around his father to grab one of his toys to show the police. His father stood up and took the toy plastic gun from his son. This was mistaken as a real weapon by the police officers. The officers took a few shots and killed the father and two children. This was in the year 2013. Esperanza mourned the deaths of her family, though during her ministry she never spoke of this incident. It may be just a rumor, but this story gives so much more weight to the things she said if it were true. I share it because I feel as though it is true of her character.

 

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The Honest Faith: The Truth Will Set You Free

Last week I wrote about “Annoying Christianity”. I was surprised that there were only a few comments that were not really on the same page that I was. One told me to repent. I’m not quite sure what I need to repent from. I mean maybe I need to repent from going into “Christian” book stores anymore. That I can do. I’ll turn away from them anytime I see them. So I wanted to follow up. I wanted to find out how we can be better. How can we turn this around so that Christianity isn’t struggling with this PR problem anymore? So again, I asked Facebook, in a few different places, “How can we be better?” I got a lot of feedback. But there was an overall theme within them “Authenticity and Love”. I had a wonderful response from a person in my denominational facebook group that I wanted to share:

We stop being annoying when we stop being dishonest about how hard it is to be a human being.We have to start being honest about not only our individual struggles but our struggles as a church, to overcome all kinds of things such as our own racism, sexism, classism, ableism, etc. We have to be vulnerable, as individuals and as a church. Own up to our mistakes, ask forgiveness, and then work to repair the breach.

They went on to discuss nationalism in the response (which I think I called out well enough last week), but I think this first paragraph hits the nail on the head. They said it so beautifully and simply. It’s hard for me to add more to it, but I’m a writer so that’s what I’m going to do. My fellow Christian writer Chris Kratzer published a post earlier this week entitled, “The Apology Every White Christian Needs To Give To Black America, Now.” In the article, he is very honest about his position. He apologizes for his conscious and unconscious decisions that took advantage of his privilege, not just as a white person, but as a male and a pastor. He owned up to it. Which was beautiful. It is a very moving piece, I recommend you read it. Maybe after you finish this one?

What is it with our tenuous relationship with truth? Why is it so hard for us to be honest about our faith, shortcomings, doubts, or whatever? It is like we fell in love with this picture of 1950’s America (read: USA) that never existed and decided that is what the church needed to be. As if every church building across the globe needed to be a copy of the Cleaver household. So we started fibbing to each other. Pretending that our lives were just like that. Much like 1950’s America, we have fallen to those same shortcomings. We’ve become obsessed with stuff, image, silent or vocal racism, sexism, classism, and so on. We’ve “left it to Beaver” and went on pretending.

So what now? How do we come back? Well, I think as my responses put it, we need to be honest and love. We need to embrace the truth that we are all humans. How did Saint Paul put it? “All have fallen short”? Guess what! Nobody is perfect, and that’s okay! We aren’t supposed to be. This isn’t an episode of late 1950’s tv. If anything our lives can be more equated to an episode of Game of Thrones, where nobody is blameless, everyone dies, and frozen zombies are coming. Wait, maybe not that last part. I know it’s been thrown around many times before and some of you maybe have seen it in some church function. I admit I used it in youth group more than once. There is a TED talk from Brene Brown where she talks about the Power of Vulnerability. In it, she talks about how those who are the most open, and honest are the ones who feel love more. It’s strange to think that those who may feel the most unloved can feel the most love when they admit to the fact that they feel unloved. We left that somewhere. Maybe we left it in the 1950’s. Wasn’t that what the church was supposed to be. A place where people could be completely and uniquely themselves without fear of judgment, oppression, or hate?

I think we want to believe that being good and quiet, and just going with the flow makes a good Christian. We don’t want to admit it. We don’t want to question it because it’s comfortable. You don’t have to do anything that way. You just have to give up an hour of your time maybe 10% of your income once a week and that’s it. Not so hard right? That is all being a Christian is, correct? I’m very sorry to have to tell you this, but the truth is Jesus said, “Take up your Cross and follow me”. Jesus didn’t promise us a comfy life. Jesus promised it would be hard. We would stand against some power structures. We were going to suffer and possibly die for this message. We did for a while. Until we lost our honesty. Maybe it was the 1850’s? Still looking for it. Jesus stood up to the injustice, greed, corruption, racism, and all manner of horrid things throughout His life. We were supposed to follow him. He made political statements all the time. You know that whole thing with Legion and the pigs? Yeah, that was one big political statement all about Rome and driving them back into the ocean from whence they came. Speaking against these things isn’t comfortable. It isn’t the easy thing to do. Being honest with yourself and your struggles is hard. Owning your faults is difficult. Because all we’ve been shown is that we will receive judgment and scorn for that. But guess what, that’s not the gospel.

The Gospel is and always has been that GOD LOVES EVERYONE! It doesn’t matter. There is nothing you can do to earn that love, there is nothing you can do to lose it. You don’t have to go to church to get it. You don’t have to give 10% of your income to get it. You have to open up and be honest with yourself. You gotta be just who you are because that is who God loves. The Divine is just waiting for you to realize this so that the Divine may delight in you.

I often times think this is what made us so annoying. We lost sight of that. We put up hoops and hurdles because we thought, you know what, this isn’t fair. I’ve worked so hard for God’s love, and the next guy who walks in the door didn’t do anything and he get’s God’s love. Or maybe because we didn’t want to do anything with it. Maybe we got comfortable with God’s love and said well I got mine. So we got lazy and did nothing, forgetting the second part of that message, go share the love. I really enjoyed the show “Key & Peele”. They did a sketch about a prayer group where God showed up. I find it very hilarious because I think that is very much what we have done as a church. I’ve included it below if you want to have a watch. What if God showed up? Would the Divine be shaking its proverbial head at us, or would it be pleased?

So the message is this. We need to let the truth set us free. We need to be authentically ourselves and love others for being authentically themselves. This means that nobody is better than the other. Nobody deserves more than the other. We are all equal partners in this thing we call life. So let’s live it authentically, vulnerable, and filled with love. Let’s stop pretending to “Leave it to Beaver” and start honestly living in love. Because, yes, we are all sinners, but who cares? God doesn’t, that was already taken care of 2000 years ago. Should we go on living hurtful ways? No! We gotta love each other the best we can! So go and spread the love. Because after all, You are not alone! YOU MATTER! YOU ARE LOVED JUST AS YOU ARE!

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The Story of Esperanza Reyes: Chapter 3

Chapter 3

In 1980 Ronald Regan became president of the United States. There was fear that he would crack down on immigrants who were in the country without proper documentation. For both Maria and Jose that meant their entire families were in fear of this. Both families made the decision to go back to Mexico for a time to wait out what was to come and see if it was safe to come back. During this time Jose and Maria decided to go to San Antonio to find work. They would support their families the best that they could.

During the time that Maria was in Kerrville with Isabella, Jose had been stressed about the news he received from Maria. She was going to have a child, that wasn’t his, they had never been together in that way. They were saving themselves for marriage after all. He was a kind man with a good heart though. He wouldn’t break up with her even though he didn’t fully believe the story she told him.  He needed to know the truth before he broke up with her. One night as he was considering all of this he fell asleep. He dreamt a man in linen was standing on the left side of his bed. The man spoke, “Jose, son of Yeshua ben-Yoseph, don’t worry about the story. Maria wouldn’t lie to you. She will have a daughter, and you will name her Esperanza for she will give her people hope.” Jose woke with a start. He was terrified, but oddly comforted by the dream.

While Jose and Maria were in San Antonio looking for work, Maria was 38 weeks pregnant. During this time they continued to look for housing, but could not afford anything. They ended up sleeping in their car parked behind a 24-hour department store. Maria went into labor, they did not want to go to a hospital for fear of the bills that may be incurred. Maria gave birth to a daughter in the back seat of their car out by the dumpsters behind the mega store. She wrapped her in old, but clean towels and held her daughter close.

Not too far from the mega store was a Rest area. There were many truck drivers who used this area to rest at night. Suddenly, a great light sprung up from the middle of the rest area. The drivers were terrified and jumped out of the trucks to see what was going on. They could barely see through the light, but there was a figure in the midst. The figure spoke, “Don’t be afraid. I have good news for you! Not too far from here, a child was born. This child is the chosen one! This child has come so that her people may have hope. You will know the child and family when you see them. They are behind the mega store, in the back of a dark brown Ford Fairmount.” Suddenly, the light intensified, many other figures appeared in the midst of them. A beautiful heavenly song burst forth. “Honor and Glory to the Divine who is above all things. May the Divine now bring peace and hope!” Just as quickly as it all started the light disappeared. After the trucker’s eyes cleared, “Let’s go see this baby.” They climbed in their trucks and found the family just as the figure said. They stayed the night there looking after the family.

At the same time, astrologists in Florida had seen a new sign in the sky. This sign declared that a child had been born that would bring people hope. The sign was centered over Texas. After months of studying the sign, the astrologists began to make calls to the governor and the authorities in Texas. Many dismissed them, but a member of the governor’s cabinet believed in astrology. That person took the call. When they did they discovered the astrologists were looking for the chosen one baby who would be in their state, that this baby would be a leader of people. The staff member believed this to be a political threat and quickly relayed the information to the governor. The astrologists decided to travel to Texas to find the child for themselves. At the time they arrived, Maria and Jose were living in a very small but cozy apartment in the outskirts of town that they barely could afford. The sign appeared to indicate that the child was there. The astrologists brought gifts to the child of money, toys, and furniture. When one of the astrologists had received word that the governor’s office had been calling back in Florida, they decided to return.

All of this was greatly overwhelming to Maria and Jose, but Maria saw the good in it all. She kept these memories close to her heart and cherished the gifts given to them by the truckers and the astrologists. These helped the family greatly. After eight days the family went to a priest to have the b’rit chayim ceremony to welcome Esperanza. She was given the name Esperanza. During the service, an old man named Simon approached them. He was a man who was always at that church, and attended every service that they had. He had asked if he could hold the child, the family looked to the priest who smiled and nodded. Simon held Esperanza and said,
“Divine, I may now come within your full embrace,
I will go peacefully because you kept your promise.
My eyes have seen the freedom you promised,
which will now be dedicated to you.
She will be a light for everyone,
Not just for those who believed.”
Jose and Maria were amazed at what was said about her, and Simon returned the child and blessed them. He turned to Maria and said, ” This little girl will bring power systems down, and raise others. This child will bring out the hope of many people.” Simon’s wife, Anna, took his arm smiled at the family and blessed them as well. She gave thanks to the Divine and proclaimed the great gift of the child.

After the astrologists had returned, the governor began sending out raids from the immigration enforcement authorities in and around San Antonio. Jose had another dream of the man in linen. This time the figure told him to flee to their family in Mexico. They packed up all they could the next morning and drove across the border. Many families with young children were detained and deported across the border. When a new governor was elected, the man in linen came to Jose in a dream again. Telling them it was safe to return to Texas. They had again packed up all that they had and returned to Texas with the whole family. They returned to the hill country of east Texas.

Not much is known about the early childhood of Esperanza. There is a story of when the family had gone to a Passover festival in Houston. They had spent the day with the friends and family enjoying the festivities. On their way back to the hill country in East Texas, Maria and Jose started early thinking that Esperanza was with family. After they arrived at a rest stop and the others arrived shortly thereafter they discovered that Esperanza had been left behind. This, of course, set Maria and Jose into a bit of a tailspin of fear and worry. They returned very quickly to Houston where the festival had been. They found Esperanza with the Rabbi’s and Priests, talking to them and asking them questions. She had garnered a lot of attention from the crowd because of the level of questions she was asking. As soon as her parents found her, they exclaimed and ran to her. “Why did you wander off?” Maria asked exasperatedly. Maria just said, “I didn’t wander off. I’m with my people.” The family returned to the hill country after. This story was so dear to Maria. Esperanza grew in spirit and wisdom. She became a very respected priest in her own right.

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The Honest Faith: Annoying Christianity

For this post, I invite you to take a step back. Don’t consider yourself Christian. Don’t consider yourself anything. Take a step back from your life. Let go of all your tightly held beliefs and just be. Read with an open mind. Don’t take offense, because what will be said isn’t about you. You aren’t these things. You can look back on things that the person who was you did and examine them through this lens, however, you aren’t that person anymore. What you do moving forward is completely up to you. You are the one who decides what to do with the time that is given to you moving forward. With all of that being said, I’m about to talk about some rather controversial things. I know I said I would try to stay away from these, but I can’t remain silent any longer. So breathe. Sit. Take a moment. Then read on.

This week I saw another Christian Blogger post an article about the 4 reasons people find Christians annoying. Look beyond the pop-up there, on the list of things I find annoying about bloggers. So I was inspired to ask my facebook friends the same question he asked, “What do you find the most annoying about Christians?”. Surprisingly, or maybe not so much, this was one of the most responded to posts on my wall in the last few months. I got a wide variety of answers to the question, but I was struck by an overwhelming thought. Christians are annoying. The truth of the matter is, whether you claim to be one or not, the idea of Christianity has become so overwhelmed by this sickeningly sweet saccharine message that has nothing to do with the true gospel anymore that nobody wants it. Christianity has become that gross Halloween candy that nobody really wants, yet gets handed out every year and sits at the bottom of bags and buckets until you are getting ready for the next round of Trick-or-Treating. It ends up being tried and spit out immediately, or just tossed in the trash altogether.

This isn’t to say that there aren’t some great churches out there doing some amazing things. I’m saying in general Christianity has gotten painted with the annoying brush. Somewhere along the way in our cracks and divisions a new message took root and sprouted up. One that demanded more attention, and drove the divisions even deeper. It was a message of power, wealth, and appearances. Christianity, somewhere along the line, went from a group of outcasts, nobodies, losers, sinners, gluttons, drunkards, prostitutes, and scum to Stepford wife. Honestly, take a step back and look. Is this not true?

It’s no wonder people are leaving the church. It’s no wonder that this message of perfection is turning people off. It is not obtainable. When you have those who profess to be christian (Small c on purpose) and saying all kinds of nonsense is ordained by god, or that god favors ‘fire and fury’, people don’t want to have anything to do with that god. That is not the Divine of the Christian Bible. That is not the Divine of any major world religion. That is some odd image of Ares (Greek god of war) or something. When did we begin to worship morality, being right, being superior, holier than thou, or even this book we claim is the “WORD OF GOD”. I’m sorry, but it is a book. It was written by human beings in a certain time, to a certain people, and the language used to write most of it isn’t even spoken anymore. The Word that is talked about in that book is Jesus, the God-man. Not the book itself. It’s no wonder people see Christians as morons, we can’t even read our book right.

To be perfectly Honest, for a long time I’ve felt this way. I even worked for the church. But I couldn’t stand the platitudes we threw around at each other. I couldn’t stand Christian book stores, a whole other story for another day. I would feel nauseous when I had to say something like ask Jesus into your heart, or have a relationship with him. Because those phrases have become so over used, they are completely devoid of meaning anymore. A true and honest relationship with the Divine comes not from buying a cross with an American flag emblazoned on it, sorry I just threw up a little. A true relationship with the Divine does not come about by being a good American even. (seriously who thinks that?) Or any number of things that don’t make any sense whatsoever when you hold them up to the real Gospel.

I was going to write about how Christians can be less annoying. But there is a part of me that feels that modern christianity (notice the small c) is beyond repair. As I took a step back myself I noticed there was a lot of this prevalent in our culture. We haven’t been counter culture since the Spanish Inquisition. Maybe it was the moment that the Roman Empire adopted Christianity as its official religion. Maybe it was even back before that. Maybe when we started dictating culture rather than living our lives, maybe that is when we lost our way. But, when it comes right down to it, there is hope. I have seen some truly remarkable things done in the name of the true Divine. I have seen people stand up and say, “No, God does not hate anybody. God loves EVERY-ONE!” I have seen the true Gospel being lived out. Most of the time I’ve seen it, I saw it outside the doors of a church.

Really, I could rant and rave for a long time about what is wrong with modern christianity. I could, but I won’t. Because you know the problems too. You’ve seen them yourself. Sometimes you deny it. Most of the time you just accept it, because what can you do really? Some of you have left the church over those things, if you have I want you to know you aren’t alone, and I’d love to hear your story and support you. I know that you still want to follow Jesus. You still love that there was this man who did speak out against political powers, and religious leaders of His day. Maybe you feel powerless to do anything about it, but the truth is the only power that people have over you is the power you give to them.

True Christianity isn’t dying, but it certainly has a brand problem. The hospital for the spiritually infirmed needs a new PR person. This word Christianity among the populous is now more synonymous with Hypocrite, judge-y, and annoying than the true gospel message. The true message, in case you forgot, is that God loves everyone no matter what. That doesn’t mean just the perfect, morally upstanding, rich, or whatever. It means EVERYONE. You, me, the guy on the corner, that one crazy guy on tv that says god caused natural disasters for some reason or another, the gay person at work, the trans person that you don’t understand, the one lady who needs to pull her life together, that one person who is yelling at the customer service rep for some silly reason, and on and on. GOD LOVES EVERYONE. There is no exception.

The moment we start locking the doors to Heaven, because of one reason or another, is the moment we started worshiping idols. The moment we stopped helping people is the moment we became annoying and hurtful. The message is about love, kindness, and acceptance for all people. Not just the lovely, rich, clean, or whatever. So the take away from this today is to take a good hard look at ourselves, and ask are we living the true Gospel? Or would we rather hold on to our hate for the other? Are we loving all people as God loves them? Or are we bent on revenge that isn’t rightfully ours anyway? Are we annoying, or helpful? True Christianity isn’t dying, it’s always been there in the dirt with the filth getting it’s hands dirty helping all people. So if you feel alone because of the fake ones, don’t. You are not alone. You matter!

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The Story of Esperanza Reyes: Chapter 2

Chapter 2

2000 years ago a man named Yeshua ben-Yosef lived in the Isreal, some believed him to be the Messiah, others did not. There were stories told of the man, but he often refused the title of Messiah. He lead a reformation of the Jewish religion. This reformation gained power and caused a schism very quickly. This new branch of Judaism was named for their leader and was later changed by many different languages, but is now known as Jesuits. Due to its fast growth and far reaching influence, the Roman Empire took notice. The religious leaders of Judaism of that time took notice as well. They did not particularly like the teachings of Yeshua ben-Yosef. His teachings threatened their power structures over the people. His message of freedom, kindness, and love was the main reason why this new movement caught fire.

Yeshua lived a long life. He turned the course of history, though it seems, humans always find a way to co-opt a leaders message and turn it into something that suits their own needs. The Roman Empire did such a thing after a few hundred years or so, the Jesuits could not be ignored any longer. Their power and influence had spread so far and wide it was the dominant religion of the Roman Empire. The leaders of Rome had a dilemma, fight this new religion or co-opt it for their own purposes. They chose the later. The Jesuit religion was then set forward as the official religion of the now ‘Holy’ Roman Empire. A grand synagogue was built in the center of Rome as a symbol of the Empire’s devotion to this idea. Monotheistic Judaism was now the dominant religion of the world.

As humans do, they began twisting and using the message to harm each other. This lead to many wars over religion and territory over the years. One of Yeshua’s followers Simon, who he referred to as Petras, or as we know him, Peter was named as Yeshua’s successor. He was the one whom the organization of the followers fell upon. He named other Rabbis, following him, very many from that point until now. These Rabbi, known as HaAv, were looked to for blessing or dismissing said wars or divisions. This power, as so often does, corrupted some and uplifted others. The most notable wars throughout history were the crusades. These were attempts to take back Isreal from another religious people. These were seen as the major split away from traditional and orthodox Judaism. There were many wars that were caused by infighting as well within the Jesuits. These even spread across many nations. The most notable of which was the second great war. Where many horrific acts were committed against other religious people in the supposed name of the Jesuit god. Of course, this is not to say the religion itself was responsible. Just as a course to say that, as things often do, messages get twisted and used to hurt others. The religious are not the only people responsible for doing such things.

The Jesuits used the emerging language as their own. It was easier to spread the message in the common tongue of the day. Latin became the official language of the Jesuit religion. In fact, their temples were called Iglesias, or as we now know them churches. This came from the common worship gatherings in Roman society. Many Romanic terms and words were used for this new religion. In the common era year 1959 HaAv John the 23rd called a council to the holy city of Rome. It was the second time such a council was convened. It was named for the holy synagogue which was called Ir Gibeah, or in English “the city on a hill”. In the second Ir Gibeahan Council, HaAv cleared up many doctrinal issues and began to allow services to be done in the native tongues of the people. This helped to solidify the growth and stability of the Jesuit community which came to be known as catholic, or in English, universal.

Now Maria and Jose’s families had both come from refugee families that were displaced several times over two millennia. Both had come originally from the same line. Though during the wars over the vast amount of time that family split and became varied among the local people of the places they ended up. Coincidentally, both the Reyes and Caro families ended up in Mexico. Their families had immigrated to Texas in the last few years looking for a better life. They had met at church and Jose, while being a few years older, was instantly smitten with Maria. They had been a couple for a few years now and were the primary reason why their parents had not gone back to Mexico with the whole family in a while.

The world had grown smaller with the advent of the industrial revolution. People could move a lot faster than they had before, and ideas moved faster than ever. By the time Maria and Jose were in High school there were rumors of the miniaturization of computers and a network that would allow people to communicate near instantaneously. This didn’t become a normal reality until the time Esperanza was in high school, but we’ll get there. The ideas of Yeshua ben-Yoseph were spread faster and warped more than ever.

The reformed religion of the Jesuits went through many transformations over the years. It even had its own schisms and splits over little things. People like Martin Luther, John Calvin, John Wesley, and much more set out to reform certain doctrines but ended up creating splits and separations. This was through no fault of their own, but rather a side effect of the attempts to reform. There were now many different Jesuit-Judaic churches across the globe. All claiming to be the one true religion, all worshiping the same Divine in their own way.

Very quickly the idea of the American Dream got mixed with the concept of love, kindness, and acceptance for all. The splits in the Jesuit faith allowed this message easy saturation within the doctrine and belief. Wealth and its draw were sly attractors. There were some who were explicit in this new message that wealth came to the best Jesuits. There were some who were a bit more covert in their message. By the time Maria was visited by the man in linen, there was one common rule for the western Jesuit religion, wealth.

There were some who realized this and worked to preserve the message of the faith. Some like Zachary, who worked tirelessly due to their love of the Divine and the message that was sent to and through many prophets, priests, and kings. This became an unpopular idea, however. So much so that many were ridiculed or looked down on when they professed this idea. A political game was necessary to sneak the message back into the Jesuit faith. These people were called all sorts of things but their message remained the same; love, kindness, and acceptance for all.

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The Story of Esperanza Reyes

Chapter 1

I have decided to compile a story of Esperanza Reyes as many have undertaken before me. Many were there to see and tell this story as well. It seemed the right time for me to write my version of this tale, having followed this story closely myself for many years. I wanted people to read a relatable account, that they may know the truth of the story for themselves.

In 1979 Bill Clements was governor of Texas. Jimmy Carter was in his last year of the presidency of the United States. There was a priest by the name of Zachary. Zachary was married to Isabella Sacredotes. They were good people. They treated everyone with kindness and love. Though, their lives weren’t without tragedy. They couldn’t have children of their own. They loved others as if they were their own children. They had grown older and had given up on their dream of having a family of their own.

One late Friday afternoon, Zachary was setting up for a church service. He had been praying and decided to have a seat before letting people into the church. He began to doze off. Zachary dreamt. He dreamt that there was a figure up to the left of his pulpit. This frightened Zachary as all of the doors of the church were meant to be locked at this hour. The figure spoke to him. “Do not be afraid, Zachary. We heard your prayers. Isabella is pregnant. She will give birth to a son, and you should name him Juan. Juan will be a great man. He will lead many people. He will bring joy into many people’s lives. He will prepare the way for the one who is to come. He will help people to understand the importance of this one. He will pave the road for those who follow.” Zachary exclaimed to the figure, “How?! I’m too old. Isabella can’t… She’s…” The figure spoke again. “I was sent to bring you the good news. Though, in order for these things to happen. You will not be able to speak until this does come about.” Zachary awoke suddenly.  He looked at his watch. It was fifteen minutes past the hour. He was late to begin the service. He rushed to the front doors and opened up to let the people in. They all looked at him as if he were drunk, but filed into the church regardless. Zachary found he couldn’t speak so he attempted to motion his way through the service. After the service, he went home.

Isabella discovered she was pregnant. She was overjoyed but terrified that something may happen as it had many times before. She withdrew from her usual social circles. She thought, “Divine, please don’t take this one from me. I pray you have forgiven me for whatever it was to make me unable to have children.”

In November of that year Isabella’s cousin Maria, who was eighteen, was sitting on a park bench writing in her journal. Suddenly, a man in a white linen suit appeared just to the left of her. He said, “Hello, gifted one.” Maria was terrified. Who was this man? A man approaching a young girl in a park with an odd greeting did not sit well with her. He spoke again, “I’m sorry, don’t be afraid, Maria. The Divine has chosen you. I have come to give you a message. You will have a daughter, and you will call her Esperanza. She will be amazing and will be called the Daughter of the Divine; She will lead many people. Her legacy will last forever.” Mary was troubled. “How? I am too young to have a child.” She said while inching away. The man spoke again, “The Divine is with you, and you are filled with the Spirit of the Divine; your child will be set apart. Your cousin Isabella is pregnant with a son, and this is her sixth month for a woman who was believed could not conceive. For with the Divine, nothing is impossible.” With that, he turned and left.

Maria quickly returned home. She told her parents what had happened. They were terrified as well and sent her to live with Isabella and Zachary in Kerrville, Texas. When Maria arrived, Juan lept in Isabella’s womb. Isabella just feeling that this was right exclaimed, “Oh gifted one! When you came in the baby leaped for joy. You were sent a message from the Divine as well weren’t you?” Maria was dumbfounded. Maria broke down and wept. She was too young, nobody would believe her, yet here her cousin knew before she even spoke a word. Isabella embraced her cousin. Maria cried on her shoulder. “Isa, how can I do this? I’m only a child. I’m a nobody. Nobody is going to believe me. I don’t even believe this is possible. Jose and I haven’t… Why did the Divine choose me? This Divine who raises up presidents and rulers chooses a poor kid from Texas? The Divine who formed the mountains and makes blessings for the Divine’s people wants me to carry a child into this world? How can you be so sure?” She asked. Isabella reassured Maria, “It is okay, Zach and I support you no matter what. We love you, and if it is the Divine’s will things will work out. It won’t be easy, but we believe in you. You will be able to do this.” Maria took these moments with her cousin. In the three months she remained she grew in strength of heart and character. Maria remained with them until it came time for Isabella to give birth. She didn’t want to be a burden, so she returned home.

It was soon after that Isabella went into labor with her son. Her friends and family heard that she was giving birth and celebrated the birth with her. Eight days after he was born, they held a brit milah for the child. When the mohel asked if he was to be named for his father Zachary, Isabella said, “No, he will be called Juan.” Those gathered said to her, “None of your family have this name, why would you call him Juan?” They gave Zachary a whiteboard on which he wrote, “His name is Juan.” There was a gasp from those gathered. The question still lingered. Suddenly, Zachary could speak again. He exclaimed, “Praise God!” Afterward, word spread quickly throughout the county and surrounding areas of what had happened, for Zachary was a well-known priest. Many wondered what this child would be in life. It was well known that the spirit of the Divine was with this family.

Zachary was filled with the spirit of the Divine, and proclaimed to all saying,
“The Divine is to be thanked,
For the Divine has come to give us life,
The Divine has called us all to freedom,
through a place once thought dead.
The Divine’s words were made known by the masters of faith,
That we would be free, and that we were well loved.
The Divine promised us mercy,
and we remember the promise The Divine gave to our ancestors.
The Divine promised Abraham,
To give us all freedom,
So that we may live without fear, with love and kindness.
In a relationship with The Divine for all our lives.
And to you, my son, You will be called a great leader for The Divine;
For you will prepare the way for the one to come.”

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