Quiet Echos of the Divine
April 1 & 2, 2024 – The first of April began with a curious twist. I received a text message from an anonymous number—nothing unusual, as trolls often seemed drawn to me. This one, however, was written in Chinese, an enigmatic puzzle I couldn’t resist. The message itself was gibberish, but it ignited a spark in me to delve deeper into something I had been pondering: the language Jesus spoke during His time. As the hours passed, I found myself immersed in research. The discoveries led me to craft a passage in Aramaic: "ܐܝܟܢܐ ܐܝܟܢܐ ܩܕܡܝܬܐ ܐܢܬܘܢ ܕܢܬܦܠܓܕܘܢ ܒܝܫܘܥܝ. ܢܚܣܪܐ ܠܐ ܬܠܡܕܢܝܢ ܠܚܕ ܒܐܝܬܝ. ܐܠܐ ܥܠ ܗܢܘܢ ܠܝܬܐ ܚܘܐ ܐܬܒܨܘܠܐܠܝܢ ܘܫܡܗ ܠܚܫܘܪܢܢ ܘܦܬܩܥܘܢ ܕܡܢ ܚܘܡܐ. ܡܐܟܣܡܝܢ ܐܡܝܢ ܫܡܐ ܡܥܠ ܡܢܬܘܬܐ ܢܣܝܘܢ ܐܠܐ ܡܣܬܡܠܝܢ. ܗܢܘܢ ܦܓܪ ܩܢܛܘܢ ܥܠ ܣܢܐ ܕܢܘܢ ܡܢܟܣܡܐ ܩܢܛܐ ܒܪܡܐ ܕܣܝܩܪܐ ܫܡܝܐܘܢ ܢܣܝܘܢ. ܠܫܢܐ ܐܡܪ ܐܬܡܫܠܡ ܘܐܬܦܪܝܢ." Months later, in October, I translated it: "Those who divide in Yeshua will be lost, not because they have learned from me in my house, but because they did not bear witness to the trut...