Christ was literate.
He stood in the synagogue and read the scroll like a man holding lightning.
And yet — He wrote nothing.
No book. No manual. No theological empire.
Why?
Because in the Old Testament, the Word of God came objectively — truth delivered from the outside, untouched by human hands.
God spoke.
Prophets repeated.
Like a puppet.
Balaam got judged because he edited.
The prophet was just the delivery system.
But then the Word put on skin.
The Word became flesh.
The Word became someone, not something.
A Person cannot be footnoted or formatted.
So instead of writing volumes, Jesus handed the whole Kingdom to fishermen, hotheads, traitors, doubters, addicts, and nobodies.
Why?
Because the Word made flesh had to pass into flesh again.
Not scroll to scroll.
Not doctrine to doctrine.
But it is now Spirit → broken vessel → incarnate truth.
Here’s the part the Churchians choke on:
When the Spirit speaks today, He still speaks objectively — but the message must pass through subjective flesh before it can hit the world.
Objective: truth from outside you.
Subjective: truth passing through you.
Both are real — but only one smells like your story.
The Spirit filters through:
- trauma
- neurodivergence
- poverty
- relapse
- history
- queerness
- fear
- cracked identities
- busted minds
- wandering hearts
The people who God truly uses are never pristine.
Never polished.
Never whole.
So the Word that escapes you will always smell like the jar you broke through.
And my friends, if they smell like religion, and rules, and bigotry, and judging – smell deeply, and ignore them forever because that is the smell of death wearing a cross necklace.
Remember Mary’s alabaster jar?
The perfume filled the whole house — because it shattered.
No break, no fragrance.
No crack, no witness.
No wound, no release.
This is why Jesus didn’t recruit scholars.
This is why He didn’t build a school around His penmanship.
This is why He still calls the least qualified today.
Because the incarnate Word requires rupture to escape. My God, I wish someone could hear me right now!
So if you’re a tweaker on the floor of your last bad night — or a preacher with a PhD and a dead heart — hear me:
God will speak through whoever is broken enough to let Him out.
The Word doesn’t need polished people.
He needs cracked jars.
He needs wounded healers.
He needs voices that shake, hands that tremble, lungs that still smell like the street.
That’s why He chose you.
And that’s why the churchian system hates this truth:
They want control.
They want order.
They want manuscripts and certainty.
They want a God they can edit.
But the Spirit still wants bodies.
Living, breathing, bleeding epistles —
not scrolls, not stone tablets, not theological cages.
The Word of God is no longer locked in a book.
It’s no longer confined to prophets on mountaintops.
The Word of God is Christ in you —
breaking your vessel to enter the world.
Let Him out.

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