Sublime

I know this mother. She sleeps beside me every night. She prays at a Pentecostal church in Lagos every Wednesday. She is awake in Rio, heart whirring, until the door clicks and the light goes out. She keeps prescriptions filled in Los Angeles like a sacramental fight against the darkness. . . . Her name is Monica. She is legion.

Members of their councils were named Twisted Hairs because their teachings of self-responsibility through the gateway ceremonies for personal evolution represented the braiding together of knowledge and wisdom from many traditions.

Lost through sin, the gifts of Word and Spirit that made humans the image of God at their creation would need to be restored to humanity by Christ in some new way that improves upon the original situation that permitted their loss.