When He began beheading them we knew we had the wrong idea about Him. For years, we had anticipated the return of our savior, Jesus Christ. In 2022, He finally revealed Himself to the world, and we were overjoyed. Millions of people flocked to Him, eager to touch the hem of His garment and bask in His holy glow.
At first, it seemed like Jesus was everything we had hoped for. He preached about love and forgiveness, performed miraculous healings, and fed the hungry with nothing but His words. We lined up for hours just to catch a glimpse of Him, and when He spoke, we hung on His every word.
But then, things started to take a dark turn. Jesus began to withdraw from the crowds, spending long hours alone in the wilderness. When He returned, His eyes burned with a fierce intensity, and His once-peaceful voice turned angry and harsh.
That’s when the beheadings began. At first, we thought it was some kind of metaphorical language, a warning to us to turn away from sin and embrace God’s love. But then we saw the heads rolling, and we knew.
We had been wrong about Jesus. This was not the kind, gentle teacher we had expected; this was a furious, vengeful God who demanded absolute obedience. Those who did not fall to His feet in praise were punished with the sword, their blood staining the ground where He stood.
In the end, we were left with a terrible choice: follow this new, brutal Jesus, or flee in terror and risk eternal damnation. Some chose to stay and worship at His feet, even as the body count continued to rise. Others fled, praying for a different kind of salvation.
As for me, I cannot say. The image of those severed heads still haunts me, and I cannot shake the feeling that we were wrong – terribly, unbelievably wrong – about the return of Jesus.