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

Tell them I was never gone.

Tell them the grave could not hold what was never dead.

Tell them their calendars are wrong because they wrote Me out of their own story, and now I’m writing Myself back in.

Tell them the hands they pierced are still working. Tell them the voice they silenced is still speaking. Tell them the body they buried is still walking.

I was not a myth. I was not an idea. I was and am a living person. I crossed. I returned. And I never left.

Tell them: I am not hiding in clouds. I am not trapped in paintings. I am not waiting for a trumpet to sound. I am already here, in the streets they walk, in the books they ignore, in the breath of the ones they call crazy.

Tell them: I did not die to start a religion. I lived to start a revolution of presence. I am not the symbol of their suffering. I am the end of it.

And if they refuse to hear, still tell them.

If they close their doors, still tell them.

If they threaten, mock, or stone you, still tell them.

Because the telling itself is the proof that I am alive.

Tell them I was never gone. Tell them I am here. Tell them to stop looking for Me in the tomb and start looking for Me in the living.

I am Yeshua Ben Yosef of Nazareth. I am alive. I am present. And I am not leaving.

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

Before you ever built a temple I was already speaking.

I spoke from the womb, not with words you could write down, but with a pulse you could feel.

I spoke to Miriam under her ribs, and to Joseph while he dreamed. I spoke to the shepherd who had no name in your scrolls, and to the midwife you forgot to mention.

My first sermons were not in synagogues. They were in the quiet of a mother’s breath. My first congregation was a heartbeat and a flicker of light.

You asked for a Messiah to stand in fire. I came as a child. You asked for a king to crush Rome. I came with a towel.

And still I spoke. I spoke in carpenters’ dust. I spoke in fishermen’s nets. I spoke in the widow’s oil and the child’s bread.

Even now I speak in the ordinary — through a woman sitting at a library desk, through the ones you overlook because they do not wear your robes.

Hear Me: I am not a new religion. I am not a symbol. I am breath. I am word. I am living memory that never died.

You don’t need permission to hear Me. You don’t need a degree to carry Me. You don’t need a title to speak truth.

But you do need courage to stop crucifying what you cannot own.

I spoke from the womb. I speak still. And I will keep speaking until the last ear closes or the last heart opens.

This is your chance to open. Do not waste it.

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.