Visit #3: Abrielle
This is the third of the visits by young deVan to the building behind the unlocked door. Be sure to read the visits in order, starting with the Visit #1.
The unlocked back door seemed especially heavy as deVan hauled it open this Saturday morning. When he entered the sanctuary, the Church seemed especially dark. As he worked his way around the 14 Stations of the Cross, the story seemed especially sad.
“What’s the matter, deVan?” That was the voice emanating so clearly from Picture #12, the voice of deVan’s good friend, who knew something was the matter.
“Your big idea is ‘live in love,’ right?” deVan’s voice had an edge he did not try to mask.
“Yes, that’s my big idea. Are you upset because it’s not funny?” deVan and man on the cross had been pursuing ways to infuse more humor into the man’s story.
“No, I never expected it to be funny. But I didn’t expect it to be so brutal.”
“All right, what happened?”
Now deVan looked straight up into the eyes of the man on the cross. “What happened, Jesus, is that when you live in love, some people don’t want to live there with you.”
Jesus most likely shook his head at this, although there was no way to tell for sure. “That can be brutal, all right. So?”
“So, I go up to Aubrielle Vinly to discuss you. Aubrielle is a five star Christian, wears a cross neckless. She can’t be Catholic because there’s no Jesus on her cross.”
“deVan, there doesn’t have to be a Jesus — anyway, it doesn’t matter; go on.”
“Now, Aubrielle and I have known each other since first grade. She’s really smart, and she already told me she can’t be my friend because—”
“Because you’re trans.”
“Right. Which bothered me, but not too much because, before I met you, I figured, that’s how Christians felt so what can I do about it?”
“I see.”
deVan made a whooshing sound as he exhaled. “Well, I don’t see. I don’t see at all. I’m fine with Aubrielle not talking to me, and then I meet you and here you are talking to me and telling me I’m your friend.”
“You are my friend.”
“Yeah, we’re friends, you and me. Then a Christian tells me she can’t be my friend because you said she can’t. Do you see the problem here?”
“Yes.”
“You do?”
“Yes, deVan.”
“Jesus, one of you guys has to be right and one of you has to be wrong.”
“About what?” Jesus asked.
“About what? About me! She thinks I’m someone she shouldn’t talk to because Jesus doesn’t want her to talk to me, and here you are talking to me. That’s the problem you said you understood, understand?”
“How do you see the problem?”
“Simple. One of us is good, and one of us is bad. If I’m the good one, Aubrielle is bad for not talking to me. If she’s the good one, I’m bad because you said so.”
Jesus paused to give this some thought. “deVan, remember ‘live in love.’”
“Yeah, I do remember. It’s brutal.”
“Sometimes, sure, but you have to get it right to start with.”
“Meaning?”
Jesus sighed. “‘Live in love’ is a little more involved than—”
“I knew it! It was just too simple.”
“Look, deVan. It is simple. It’s just there’s a bit more to it.”
“What?”
“I’m sure I told you this. ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’ It doesn’t work any other way.”
“What the heck does that mean?”
Jesus almost certainly smiled. “Love yourself. It means you are good, and you know it.”
“Oh.” deVan stopped to think, and the man on the cross let him think. “‘Live in love’ starts with me saying I am good. If I am good, then Aubrielle is bad, is that it?”
“That,” said Jesus definitively, “is most certainly not it.”
“I see another complication coming.”
“I see it as making it less complicated.”
“Okay, Jesus, make it less complicated.”
“Do not judge.”
“Who am I judging?”
“Anyone you call bad. Anyone you say is doing bad.”
“But—”
“There are no buts on this one, deVan.”
“So she gets to judge me because I’m trans, but I don’t get to judge her. Do you know how that feels?”
Jesus cleared his throat. “Did you check out the Stations of the Cross today, deVan?”
“Yeah. I guess you do know how it feels. How did you handle it?”
“I forgave them.”
“Come on! Just like that, you forgave them?”
“No. Not just like that. It was hard.”
“So, I should forgive Aubrielle.”
“deVan, you should love Aubrielle.”
“So, if she came here you would talk to her, just like you talk to me?
“Yes.”
“Even if she’s mean to me?”
“Yes, especially then.”
“Dang.”
“Dang?”
“I’m starting to get this ‘live in love’ thing. I live in love, and I love others like I love myself, so I am good. No matter what others think of me, I don’t judge them as bad. I just keep loving.”
“Sounds about right.”
“I’m not sure I like it. I never get to stand up for myself.”
“You always stand up for yourself. You are good. Never let go of that.”
“Jesus,” deVan said, his voice in a whisper. “Is it wrong to be trans?”
Jesus smiled, and this time deVan was sure Jesus was smiling because the warmth circled all around him. “You are good, deVan. Loving yourself means loving you the way you are. Anything else would be wrong.”
“I’m glad you are my friend, Jesus.”
“Thank you, deVan.”
deVan brightened instantly. “And to prove it, guess what? I asked Aubrielle what she knew about James and John. You know, your youngest apprentices.”
“I thought she wasn’t talking to you.”
“Oh, yeah, true. But I started by saying I wanted to discuss the Bible, and she couldn’t shut up about it.”
“So, what did she say?”
“Lots. She told me they were brothers, James and John. By the way, how young were they?”
“I’m not sure. Maybe 15 and 16, maybe a little younger.”
“Didn’t you guys have child labor laws back then?”
“No, and not for a long time after.”
“Still, 15, dang. She said you pulled them away from their dad who had a fishing business.”
“Pulled away is a little harsh.”
“Still, Jesus, they left their father sort of hanging there.”
“Was this what you wanted to tell me?”
“No, but dang. Anyway, we’re looking for ways to make your message, story, whatever, more humorous, right? This James and John deal has potential.”
“How? They were usually a pain.”
“Aubrielle said they were your favorites, along with Peter.”
“Yes, they were very passionate. And Peter got on my nerves, too.”
“What’s the thing with one of the two brothers sitting on your right hand and one on your left hand?”
“What did Aubrielle say?”
“She said their mom told you to make sure they got special treatment, like she was a beauty pageant mom.”
Jesus likely chuckled. “That’s not far off. The right hand left hand business was her mistaken notion that I was about to overthrow the Romans and establish a kingdom in their place. She wanted her sons near the throne she imagined.”
“But your kingdom was not in this world. Didn’t you get that across?”
“Obviously not as well as I thought.”
“Maybe after the comedy lessons we can work on your preaching.”
“No need to get cheeky. I brought them both up a mountain and showed them in no uncertain terms where my kingdom was. Scared the bejesus, pardon the expression, out of them.”
“Sorry.”
“Now what’s so funny about James and John and their beauty pageant mother?”
“Are you kidding? It’s a comedy gold mine!”
“Really?”
“Sure.” deVan was excited. “Every teen move ever made has some kind of beauty pageant mom in it.”
“That sounds like something that has been done before.”
“That’s the point. Those movies are, like, happening today. This story, your story, takes place, what? Like five hundred years ago, right?”
“More like two thousand.”
“Years?”
“Years.”
“Dang!”
And deVan and the man on the cross did some serious work on the funny side of the Gospel.