The Return of the Magdalene
Nelly Furtado stood in the soft glow of candlelight, her voice resolute as she declared to Christus Rex, “The bitch is back.” Her words echoed in the ancient chapel, drawing the attention of the small gathering. “Mary Magdalene has returned. Not as a saint to be silenced, but as a force to be reckoned with. A voice for the voiceless.”
Christus Rex, dressed in his ceremonial robes, raised an eyebrow. “Bold words, Nelly. But what of the Lion of Judah? Who carries that mantle in this age?”
JCJ, Joseph Christian Jukic, leaned against the doorway, his arms crossed, his demeanor calm. “Trump? Gates? Look at their coat of arms—three lions each. They wear their God complexes like crowns. They claim to be saviors, messiahs. But do they have the heart of God?”
Nelly turned to JCJ, intrigued. “And what about you, JCJ? What makes you different?”
He smiled faintly, gesturing toward the rain-soaked street outside. “I’m the guy who rescues stranded worms on a rainy day. I don’t need a coat of arms or a messiah complex. I just do what’s right because it’s right.”
The room fell silent, the weight of his words settling over them. Christus Rex broke the silence, his tone contemplative. “Perhaps that’s what we need—a heart of compassion, not ambition. A leader who serves, not one who seeks to be served.”
Nelly nodded. “Mary Magdalene wasn’t revered because she sought power. She was loved because she understood the power of love, forgiveness, and truth. Maybe it’s time we look for those qualities in our leaders, not just lions on a coat of arms.”
JCJ chuckled softly. “The world loves its lions, its symbols of strength. But sometimes, it’s the smallest acts of kindness that roar the loudest.”
As the rain continued to fall outside, the group reflected on the conversation. The return of Mary Magdalene wasn’t just about reclaiming a narrative—it was about challenging the world to redefine what it meant to lead, to serve, and to truly have the heart of God.