After many years of celebration, what modern adolescents would call "partying," I found myself bored and becoming increasingly exuberant during town festivals. Luckily though, during on such festival, I heard a voice, peaceful and calm, cutting through the ruckus of the crowd and when I followed it, I found a preacher. I knew from the start that this preacher wasn't the same as the others; he preached about a world of love, repentance, and acceptance. While I was under the influence of some new Gaulic wine, this message stuck in my head, and I found myself listening to the same man a few days later when he preached to a larger group in my town square. At the end of his speech, he decided to talk to me directly and asked me to submit myself to the Father. Feeling suddenly very humble, I repented and thus found my true calling. I began working in conjunction with this man, named Jesus, by giving him funds to travel across Mediterranean and spread his message. Eventually, Jesus and I feel into a slightly-more-than-friendly relationship, but not in the sexual connotation of the term. Jesus is my partner, in life and in death.
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