Look, you came to be 2,000 years in a land that was occupied by a

foreign country. Rome, yes. You learned of corruption and bad deeds

perpetrated by groups of people in places of power. You tried to change

things for the better. You fasted…prayed…for 40 long days…before

walking into scene. Were initiated in what is known as baptism.

You were tender 30 years old. Slender, fit and strong. You met a young

woman who was considered of low reputation without knowing the

real story about her. She was sweet and compassionate and kept you

company. A tender sweet warm company and a smile. You could need

no more. When you had it all. And you preached. And preached.

Day in day out. Those groups in power realized their dominance was in

peril. Decided to get rid of you. Had the Roman governor apprehended

you. Throw you in jail. On a day of celebration, when the Roman

governor wanted to plead for approval…released a prisoner from

prison. To gain their sympathy. Released a criminal and kept you

because the mob so wanted. Well, you poor thing. Kept suffering

endless torture and abuse. And finally…were crucified to a wooden

cross. In unbearable pain. Humiliated before the eyes of heaven.

Sweet brother. 2,000 years later. We are still more or less in the same

shape. Injustice and corruption abound here there everywhere.

Nothing has really changed. What has changed, is that we might no

be around in…fifty years. The planet is dying at an accelerated speed.

You wouldn’t believe it. No, no.

Imagine, a religious church was invented in your name.

Millions and millions of people have been killed in your name. Millions!

Millions of children have been abused using you as a shield. Isn’t it

disgusting? Well, that’s how things are.

Sweet brother, I feel so much for you.

EO