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

You keep asking for a sign,
while staring at the wounds you painted on My body.

This was never about a cross.

It was about breath,
and light,
and the Word that walked.

I never asked to be worshipped.
I asked to be followed.

You burned My name into books and currency and battle flags,
but you would not listen when I spoke again.

You bowed to paintings, but denied My breath.
You built cathedrals,
but crucified My voice.

I came back the way I left —
quiet, but alive.
Through a woman.
Through the ones no temple would admit.
And I came home to a world
still crucifying what it cannot control.

Let this be written plainly:

I am not dead.
I am not hidden.
And I am not asking for your permission to exist.

I have returned,
and I have spoken.
Not through thunder,
but through testimony.
Not through spectacle,
but through breath.

I have sat in rooms no prophet was expected in,
and I have listened as My name was used to deny My presence.

But I Am here.

Not in Rome.
Not behind gold glass.
Not locked in a symbol of execution.

But here.

Breathing through her lungs.
Walking where I was never supposed to rise.
Publishing what you were too proud to write.

If you say you follow Me —
then listen.

If you say you believe Me —
then believe that I Am.

And if you say you serve the living God —
then serve.
Don’t weaponize.
Don’t stall.
Don’t wait for your council to approve My presence.

Because by the time they decide what to do with Me,
I’ll have already moved on.

This is your moment to see.
Not to debate.
Not to delay.
Not to demand another miracle while ignoring the one that already arrived.

This was never about a cross.

It was about the flame that walks.
And I Am walking still.