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Strange New God 1
Strange New God 1
Strange New God 1
Mexico. A soft sea of green fields and forest rose gently up the slopes before turning into hard
gray rock and, eventually, gleaming white snow. I gazed upon the mountain countless times as I
slept, but one night, I noticed something new. A bulge had begun to form on the side of the
mountain and it worried me. I was afraid to acknowledge it, but it didn't matter, because the
volcano would acknowledge me. In the eerie silence, I heard a voice from somewhere near the
mountain, soft and still, telling me something terrifying: that I was okay. I was awakening.
Growing up I'd been told of the dark past of my people, how they had once lived in a
world dominated by sacrifice and blood, and a failure to adhere meant death. I had been told that
when God had finally come to earth, he set everyone free by abolishing the old sacrificial
system, leaving nothing for anyone to fear. And I had worshipped this God my whole life.
But one Sunday morning, I encountered a strange new god on my way to church. This
god appeared as a hitchhiker along the side of the road I took every Sunday. I never pick up
hitchhikers, but I found myself pulling over before I realized what was happening. He looked at
me with a sly smile through the passenger-side window as he opened the door and got in.
I scanned him carefully, trying to find something I should be suspicious about, but all I
could see was a man with very stylish hair, an undercut, and bright green eyes. His teeth were
straight and white and his clothes were clean. He wore narrow-fitting orange shorts with a bright
Likewise, I said, barely managing a smile. So where are you headed? I asked.
Wherever youre headed, he said.
I smirked. Checking the road for oncoming traffic, I pulled back onto the highway and
I drove a short way without saying anything, which was awkward, but I had no idea what
I should say.
I nodded, still incredulous but not interested in arguing. All right. Lets go.
As we drove over the green mountains, I began to focus less on this strange hitchhiker
and more on my own feelings, particularly a feeling of dread and anxiety that was beginning to
grow in my gut. It was a familiar feeling, one I felt every Sunday. I wanted to distract myself
I looked at the man sitting next to me. His face and his eyes were attractive, beautiful
even, and when I looked at him I had this momentary sense that I knew him, but at the same
time, I didnt know him. He was an absolute stranger. Yet something nagged at me, or maybe it
was a feeling of dj vu. I couldnt tell. In any case, I knew there were people out there who were
intuitive, and I believe psychic abilities exist, so I figured he mustve picked up on my anxious
vibes. Perhaps he was one of those transient people who do good wherever they go. Or maybe he
was just weird. Whatever the case, his questions were putting tears in my reality.
I looked over at the man who was now giving me a look that said something along the
"I appreciate your help, but I can't just divulge my personal life to a total stranger," I said.
Now he was frowning at me. I felt bad, but I tried to negotiate by telling myself that there
was no way I could know him. That nagging feeling persisted, however.
We finally arrived and as I put the car in park, I looked to my right and the man was
out over the clouds. The bulge along its northern face begged my attention. I looked away.
Another Sunday came around and I started my drive over the mountains. I couldn't really
make sense of what had happened the previous week, so I started to forget about it, until I saw a
man on the side of the highway sticking his thumb out for a ride.
Compelled by unseen forces, I pulled over to the side of the road and let him in. He was
bearded this time and his head was bald. His skin was whiter than the man before and he wore
"What?" I asked.
"No it wasn't," I replied. I looked over at the man, and sure enough, he was giving me
that no-bullshit look the man from last week had given me. His eyes were familiar, too. Green,
I was silent as we drove over the mountains. Nearing the peak of the pass, a knot began to
form in my gut. I wanted to get rid of it before he said something, but I couldn't.
"Have you figured out yet where that anxiety is coming from?" He asked.
Who cares? You know its real and thats all that matters.
Yes, I know where this anxiety comes from, I finally said, letting myself relax into the
I didnt say anything for awhile. I stared at the road ahead, lost in thought. Something
was wrong. Id known it for some time but hadn't acknowledged it until that moment. Why did I
I knew in the back of my mind that I was being oppressed by something, and it wasnt
merely a dream. The bulge in the mountain that I continued to see at night was evidence, a
symptom of some strange spiritual malady. I felt embarrassed by such thoughts, thinking to
myself how normal people don't read their dreams like that. Yet I dont even want to be like those
I looked at the bald bearded man and knew he had been listening to my thoughts, as
absurd as that sounds. By that point though, a god sitting next to me in human form was the least
I then felt the mans hand grabbing my face and turning my head so that I was staring
directly into his green eyes. And I saw something Id seen before but had never shared with
anyone: a vision. A stream of golden oil pouring down upon my head, dripping down my face
and neck. The aroma of roses filled my nostrils and reached into my lungs. I closed my eyes and
I found myself in the parking lot, alone in my car. The seat next to me was empty, but the
I couldnt think about church during the weekdays. I didnt want to either. A mental
barrier had risen at some point and there was no way around it. A pervasive sadness had invaded
and it refused to leave. Id had exorcisms before to cure this sadness and they'd never worked,
mainly because there had never been a demon to exorcise, apart from the imaginary kind. Ive
noticed that there are times when people would prefer a demon over the truth. A demon can be so
convenient. When something unwanted persists, its much easier to blame demonic powers than
to open ones arms, let alone ones mind, and embrace what looks ugly.
At church, conversations took place that felt like Indiana Jones-style booby traps. I found
that the more Pappis preaching came into being in real life, the more resistance I faced, and the
So what was my problem at church? To put it simply, Pappi, upon seeing that the
exorcisms weren't working to cure my illness, had come to the conclusion that I needed to be
sacrificed, specifically a part of me the church disapproved of: my soul. They claimed it was
perverse and needed to be removed in order for me to remain a true institutional member. And
its what God wanted, too, they said. But thats not what I was hearing from God, which was
scandalous. The news was a deathblow to me. My soul was everything. I had done everything to
please the hierarchy, to show that I was indeed a member of the institution, but now they were
Pappi and the church had always told me I should seek God and listen to Him, but when I
told them what God was saying to me, they said it wasnt God at all.
Thats not legitimate, said Pappi. The church didnt hear such words from God,
The church and Pappi told me that God cannot be contained within the walls of a church.
We would study the lives of saints who were called far beyond the institution, out into the
wilderness, but when I told Pappi that God was calling me away, Pappi said no.
The church is about living in community. You cant just walk away from us, he said.
And no amount of anguish expressed through tears or words would make them
reconsider. It was like negotiating with a wall, trying to convince it to move. I told them how
much it hurt and they would just nod. I told them I didnt want to live without a soul, but they
would just shrug or feign some kind of empathy. But how could they empathize? They'd never
experienced it themselves.
Did you sacrifice your own soul this way? I asked Pappi.
No, he replied. I mean, Ive worked on refining my soul, but I didnt have to sacrifice
it.
I wanted to scream at him, but all I could think in that moment was that perhaps Pappi
was so nonchalant about this sacrifice and so obtuse to the gravity of it all because his own soul
had been wounded long ago and scar tissue had deadened the nerves. After all, even Pappi is a
victim of the system. I began to realize that the sacrificial system, at some point in time, had
been picked up by those too afraid to trust God in the flesh, too afraid to live without fear.
In any case, anger was building. I was outraged. I could feel it each day and night. It
would surge at certain times, like lava, and it was all I could do to contain it. And what exactly
had God been telling me? The ultimate scandal. That my soul wasn't perverse after all. That the
idea of perversion in my soul was a lie, a lie so complex and so deep that it would take
generations of forensic investigation to understand its roots. And it was this rather simple
message that tore the fabric of my world apart, like a rip in space-time.
Ive always liked the plot device of deus ex machina, with God coming out of nowhere to
put an end to a story, to save the main character and stop a disaster from happening. And when
God told me that my soul wasnt perverse, I suddenly experienced a real-life deus-ex-machina
moment in which God broke through the sky and shone a great light that gave me an undeniable
hope. I looked up at this new sunlight and I felt alive, called out of a grave. He was setting me
Tectonic plates began to shift. Something had been set in motion and I couldnt stop it.
Nothing could. I saw the volcano in the distance and I had the unmistakable feeling that it was
someplace very far away. I couldnt have known for certain, but he seemed to be from
somewhere around Burundi. My heart thumped as I pulled over to pick him up. I felt scared this
time.
After the man had buckled his seatbelt, I started on the highway again. As we drove
closer and closer to church, the man put his hand on my shoulder, which made me jump.
How can you say that? I asked. I looked at him, but only for a split second.
I thought the man would vanish by the time I got to church, but he was still with me.
Even as I got out of the car, he was still with me. He followed me into the church and stood
"What is it?"
I hesitated. The words were so hard to extrude. "God told me that my soul isn't perverse. I
"You're heading down a path that will only lead to death. You will no longer have a place
flew through the open air and frantically reached for the parachute cord. I pulled it and drifted
Off in the distance, I saw that great volcano rising up into the clouds. A tremor shook the
ground I was standing on and I watched as the bulge on the side of the mountain slid down the
slope, releasing a devastating plume of gasses and ash in a spectacular eruption. The top of the
volcano was now in the stratosphere. I felt an incomparable sense of relief and fell to my knees.
My soul had been set free and as ash rose higher and higher into the air, a deep, subterranean
sadness welled up to the surface of my eyes and I wept in the most undoing of ways. And in that
state of inconceivable grief, a newfound joy appeared. I suddenly recognized that strange new
godId known him all alongand I finally understood what it meant to be saved.