Tom laughed at how naive his wife could be, when it came to her belief in Lioambity.
"God in human flesh?" Tom laughed, his eyes full of unbeliefs. “Truly, my dear Mary, you have an imagination that knows no bounds. How can you possibly believe such nonsense?"
Mary's eyes narrowed, in determination. Her husband had taunted her faith before, more than once in fact but her faith remained strong in the midst of her husband’s unbeliefs and skepticism at her faith. Today, she was determined yet again to prove her husband wrong.
"Lioamb is the true God," Mary declared, her voice unwavering. "He came to this world to show us the way of Yaet, to guide us out of the darkness and into the light. Sura, the wicked high priest, may have sought to destroy Him, but Lioamb's power was greater than death itself."
Mary truly believed in a most absurd religion, Tom thought to himself. If Lioamb was God, as He claimed to be, why did he die and if He could perform miracles, then, why not now? These were questions to the faith which Tom could find no answer for. So Tom questioned his wife, “If Lioamb was truly God, then how could He have been killed?And even if He did somehow rise from the dead, why did He not appear to the world, to prove His divinity beyond all doubt?"
"Lioamb's death was not the end, but the beginning of a greater truth," Mary explained, her voice slightly sorrowful. "He sacrificed Himself to open the path to Yaet's kingdom for all who would believe."
Tom scoffed. "So, you're telling me that this Lioamb died, and then somehow came back to life, just to go back to his heaven? What kind of a God does that?"
Lioamb's ways are not ours to understand," Mary declared, her voice resolute. "He moved in mysterious ways, guided by a divine purpose that transcends our mortal comprehension."
"And you, my dear Mary, are content to blindly follow the teachings of this Lioambity, without question or doubt?" Tom mocked, a sardonic smile forming on his face.
Mary's gaze never wavered, her unwavering faith a testament to the depth of her conviction. "I do not follow Lioambity out of blind obedience," Mary replied, her words measured and deliberate. "I follow Him because I have seen the power of His teachings, the transformative effect they have had on those who embrace them."
Tom scoffed, his skepticism unwavering. "And what of Sura, the wicked high priest? If Lioamb was truly God, why did he allow himself to be murdered by such a man?"
Mary's expression softened, a hint of sadness crossing her features. "Sura's actions were driven by jealousy and fear, not by a true understanding of Lioamb's divine purpose," Mary explained. "The path to Yaet's kingdom is not one of violence and retribution, but of love and forgiveness."
Tom's brow furrowed, his intellect grappling with the concept Mary presented. "So, you're telling me that this Lioamb, who you claim is God, allowed Himself to be killed, not to prove His power, but to show us a way of love and forgiveness?"
Mary nodded, a small, serene smile playing on her lips. "Yes, Tom. That is precisely what I believe. Lioamb's sacrifice was not a sign of weakness, but of the greatest strength – the strength to overcome hatred with love, and to transform the world through the power of redemption."
Tom was silent, he contemplated Mary’s words. A God who allowed Himself to be killed, not because He could not stop it, but because He deliberately chose to die to show love and forgiveness to the world. Tom’s logic could not accept such a God. Yet, Tom’s heart longed that God is indeed so loving and forgiving. Tom’s logic struggled with his heart and Tom did not know what he would finally choose to believe.
