a small excerpt from Martuk … the Holy: Proseuche (Nov 2013) the sequel to Martuk … the Holy —
Son of Mary. Messiah. King of the Jews.
I was all of these and none of these.
Jesus bar Joseph was forgotten. As was Jesus, their friend, their brother, their son. Perhaps even Jesus, the man who was loved and kissed and held close.
They forgot the man I was so Son of Mary, Messiah, King of the Jews could live. And die. These are the names that dragged me onto Gol’gotha, that put the lash to my back, the nails in my hands, the spear in my side.
These are the names that killed me.
These are the lies.