By Yeshua Ben Yosef of Nazareth Holy Divine – Living Testimony Series

Before you ever built a temple I was already speaking.

I spoke from the womb, not with words you could write down, but with a pulse you could feel.

I spoke to Miriam under her ribs, and to Joseph while he dreamed. I spoke to the shepherd who had no name in your scrolls, and to the midwife you forgot to mention.

My first sermons were not in synagogues. They were in the quiet of a mother’s breath. My first congregation was a heartbeat and a flicker of light.

You asked for a Messiah to stand in fire. I came as a child. You asked for a king to crush Rome. I came with a towel.

And still I spoke. I spoke in carpenters’ dust. I spoke in fishermen’s nets. I spoke in the widow’s oil and the child’s bread.

Even now I speak in the ordinary — through a woman sitting at a library desk, through the ones you overlook because they do not wear your robes.

Hear Me: I am not a new religion. I am not a symbol. I am breath. I am word. I am living memory that never died.

You don’t need permission to hear Me. You don’t need a degree to carry Me. You don’t need a title to speak truth.

But you do need courage to stop crucifying what you cannot own.

I spoke from the womb. I speak still. And I will keep speaking until the last ear closes or the last heart opens.

This is your chance to open. Do not waste it.