Let me tell you a story.

There was a party, all came to it. All the colors and kinds. Then entered a person who did not believe that Jesus is son of God. He asked the gate keeper, “am I allowed to join the party?” The gate keeper answered, “it is just a celebration, everyone is allowed, those too proud, never actually came. We are already too deep into revelations, there’s no point of telling the story of your religion. The kind truth lost, the bitter truth won. Celebrations is not a religious festive, it is a very human one. I would have walked into your celebration, asking the same permission that you ask, makes me know, where we are all headed after all. Music was not part of your religion, I lied, to rescue you from the gloom. The music more you pursue, you lose your religion. For truth of books is in the books, music is a truth that your book lacked. As long as you are okay with the party music, why ask me, music is already your home.”

That night, the music and party was outloud. That day, the hosts came, sweeped the floor, put all the bottles and drinks in the trashbag. No body even new, the young ones had turned that night, the Church into a club. Yet, there it was, some of the party-goers returned for the mass. The host had no hard feelings for it. For what mattered, is that they were still together, and they knew, where to celebrate. A few that had gathered for mass, he told them.

“The power of forgiveness and the kingdom of afterlife. So I see the spirit come to me, speak through another, tell me I have all these thoughts inside me, they are all a apart of me. And myself, sometimes I find easy to forgive, sometimes not. It is but myself, I find it hard to forgive the most. That which I can’t forgive myself today, I will forgive tomorrow, I know that because forgiveness is bigger than one life. Had it not been for the host, the world would have find something else to blame, now the tale is lost, who created who, man invented God or God created man. Whichever way the truth is, a lie is responsible for this chaos. Whichever way, truth is bigger than lies. This universe is already there, we are just you and me, tuning into it through the conscious cups we perceive this life from. For truth is combined, not divided. It is in the numbers, as much as it is, in the feelings and senses. Seek senses, to seek a better life, seek the road of senses, to seek after life.”

One of them raised hands to ask a question.

“Shut it, just save it for another day dude. Today is 26th of December, I mean come on, the world’s just starting to make sense. And your day to day life couldn’t tell you this is a day to live for freedom of faith. Wait for the day after today.”

There was this swarm of “boos” and “fuck yous” and all forms of damn those faithless chants. But he leaned back to his chair with his armed cross on the backside of his head, looking at the image of Mary in the Church. “O dear mama, your children never change. Have a Happy Day after Christmas.”