Oh the eve of the 22nd birthday of the Lord (also known as Joshua, or Yeshua, or Yahweh, or YHWH if you can pronounce that), or thereabouts, he assembled the chief priests and scribes, and Saduccees and the Pharisees, the prostitutes and the vagabonds, the lepers and the ill-thought-ofs, and as he was pouring the wine, he said to them:
What is a man, but a creation in himself? [By which, His most Glorious Lord obviously means both he and she, but lacks the proper pronouns in His native Aramaic.] For I have made you according to the vision of my Father. Which is difficult, considering my Father made you, and I wasn’t born yet. But if you recall my sermons, you know that I am from the Father, and the Father is in me. Don’t ask questions, I’ll explain later.
The point is, you shouldn’t take credit for being who you are, despite the adversity you face, because I made you as you are, and I take credit for that remaining. It’s not a pride thing, and I’m certainly not out for power, fame, or popularity. (Have you seen some my garments? Very poor fashion choices. Sometimes the lepers avoid me.) The point is, personal credit for integrity of self in the face of change is a bit like saying, I am living because I choose not to die. Noble feat, indeed.
Remember then, the words of Paul. I mean, dammit. He’s not around yet, is he? Nevermind. Remember the words of Isaiah when he said: “And thou shalt become of God, three rams above a duckling, and the duckling shall be fashioned like a calf who is likened to the mount of your forefathers, and their forefathers before the denigration of man existed.”
And the Saducees and the Pharisees, and the prostitutes and the lepers, and all of the Lord’s friends stared at him. And he instructed them to drink more wine.