Short Story: The Loss of her Hair

Xiao Hui complained to Lioamb. Lioamb, today I tried to share about You with my mother and she refused to believe me. None of my family believe me. They did not believe that I truly believe in You.

After Xiao Hui had encountered Lioamb and became a Lioambite, she was determined to share her faith with her family. She tried, but they did not believe she had truly become a Lioambite. Xiao Hui was a weak Tien. Why would she defy her tradition and culture to embrace a new religion? She must be deceiving herself, as such no one believed Xiao Hui had become a Lioambite. They thought she was only trying to find attention for herself, and ignored her proclamation that she was now a Lioambite.

"Lioamb, I long to share your message with my people, but they refuse to heed my words. How can I make them see the truth that has so profoundly changed my own life?" Xiao Hui poured her heart to her master and her Lord, Lioamb.

She thought she heard a soft whisper. “Cut your hair.”

“Is it you, Lioamb, speaking? Are you telling me to cut my hair?” Xiao Hui questioned. This time, there was no answer. There was only silence. Xiao Hui wondered what she should do. Xiao Hui had not cut her hair since she was a child. Among the Tiens, long hair was a symbol of blessing, a sign that one would live a long and prosperous life. To cut one's hair was to invite the curse of an early demise.

Yet, as she contemplated the command, Xiao Hui became positively sure that it was Lioamb speaking to her. To a Tien, long hair meant long life and short hair meant short life. It was a superstitious belief. Yet, if Xiao Hui cut her hair, it would be a sure sign to her loved ones that she no longer believed in such superstitious beliefs. Nothing would prove to her family that she had indeed become a Lioambite more than that.

Still, Xiao Hui hesitated. Her hair was her beauty, and as a woman, Xiao Hui took pride in her beauty. Yet, her desire to share about her beliefs of Lioamb with her loved ones far outweighed her desire to remain a beauty. With a sigh, Xiao Hui retrieved a sharp blade and began to cut her hair. When the last strand of her long hair was gone, Xiao Hui knew she could no longer turn back from her faith in Lioamb. Her family would now have to believe that she truly was a Lioambite and they would persecute and hate her for her faith in Lioamb. 

Xiao Hui was weak in her body, and she dreaded the persecutions that would be sure to come upon her. Still, she was glad she took the steps to cut her hair. The loss of her long hair meant the end to her previous life as a worshipper or Long and Feng and symbolized her new life as a Lioamb. It was truly a new start for her. Come what may, Xiao Hui would face it with Lioamb’s help.

 

Short Story: Not a Coward

 Ajiani dreaded what would become of him if his wife ever learned the truth. The fact was, Ajiani was growing old and his strength was no longer what it used to be. In the past, Ajiani would easily slay his enemies no matter what their numbers or strengths. Yesterday, he barely escaped being captured alive by his enemies.

The truth was, his strength was failing him, and if his wife Seray knew the truth, she would order him to be killed and his meat shared as food for the rest of the Barbars. That was the fate that awaited every man in the tribe too weak to fight. A man who could not fight was useless to the tribe and only deserved to become meat for the tribe to feed on.  So, Ajiani tried to hide his growing weakness from his wife. Ajiani felt guilty for hiding his failing strength from his wife, yet he did not want to die. 

A commotion at the central square where the tribe usually gathered to celebrate their victories drew Ajiani’s attention. A stranger stood there, his pale skin in sharp contrast to the dark faces of the Barbars.

“People of Sau Afriu!” The man cried out. “I bring with me great news, news of a power beyond your wildest dream!”

Power, that was what Ajiani wanted, so he listened eagerly to what the pale skinned man had to say.

"I come from Endland, where I wanted to share about Yaet, the one true God, who came down to be born as a man Lioamb for our sake," the man continued, his voice rising with passion. "Though He was cruelly burnt at the cross by the High Priest Sura, death could not hold Him! Lioamb rose again, triumphant over the grave!"

A God who would be born as a man, a God who loved mankind so much that He became a man Himself. Ajiani felt something stirred within himself as he listened to the man from Endland.

"Believe in Lioamb," the stranger implored, "and you need never fear death again! For those who follow Him are promised eternal life in the heavens above!"

Ajiani wept when he heard that. Ajiani believed in Lioamb and felt that the fear that had gripped him for so long—fear of his failing strength, fear of growing old, fear of death—began to loosen its holds.

Tell me more of this Lioamb," Ajiani said, ignoring the surprised looks from his tribesmen.

As the pale-skinned man shared his teachings, Ajiani felt a profound shift within himself. Ajiani knew there was something he must do. He must tell the truth of his failing strength to his wife. Ajiani could no longer lie now that he was a Lioambite. 

True, he might be killed for telling the truth. Still, that was better than to tell a lie. He was a Lioambite now and he must live like one. Ajiani was no longer a coward. Lioamb had given him strength and made him bold.

Short Story: The Skeptic's Pride

 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.

Short Story: Death of the Infidel

Ahmad was filled with a rage he had never thought he possessed when he heard the rumor. A stranger; a white man; a foreigner was discovered in the city of Raekl. How dare the infidel dared to grace the streets of Raekl, a city meant only for the Easties! There was only one sentence for such a man, and Ahmad could not wait to see it carry up.

Ahmad rushed with rage to the central square, followed by a crowd of zealous Easties like himself. There, in the central square, stood a pale-skinned man, who was surrounded by Easties eager to stone him to death. Despite being surrounded by his would-be-executioners, the foreigner was calm, unafraid. Ahmad could not help but secretly admired the foreigner for his act of bravery.

"Listen, Eastie," the man declared boldly."Yallah is not God. Yaet is the true God, and He came down as a man, Lioamb, to pay the sins of the world. Follow Him, the one true God, instead of a fake religion, please!"

Whatever admiration Ahmad felt initially at the man's bravery was gone. Now, he only felt contempt for the man. How dare the man challenge the supremacy of Yallah, the one true God? Surely, this stranger must be a follower of Saan, the head daemon. This infidel must die and be purged from their holy city.

"For your crime of blasphemy, I sentenced you to die!" The high priest of Yallah declared. The crowd began to stone the man.

"Death! Death to the infidel!" the crowd chanted, their voices rising in a deafening chorus as they began to rain their stones upon the defenseless man. 

Ahmad felt a sense of satisfaction as the stones found their mark, each blow landing with a sickening thud. The white man cried out in pain and then crumpled to the ground, still and moving, blood streaming from his dead body. Ahmad gave a shout of triumph together with the crowd as they rejoiced over the death of an infidel. Yet, Ahmad could not help but somehow wondered, every foreigner knew they would be killed if they were found in Raekl. So, why did this infidel still come? Surely, it could not be because this infidel thought that Lioamb, a mere man, was God incarnate. Still, this foreigner seemed to believe strongly in what he preached and was prepared to pay for his life with it. Such an act haunted Ahmad.

Sure, the infidel was killed and purity restored to Raekl, yet he left behind in Ahmad a doubt that nothing could fill. 

 

Short Story: A Tien who cried...

A Tien never cried. A Tien was not supposed to cry. Da Fu had not shed a tear since he was six years old and knew it was a taboo in his culture to cry. A Tien who cried was believed to commit a crime worse than murder or theft or poverty. A Tien who cried dishonored his or her family, ancestors and clans. He or she would be disowned by his or her family and left to fend for himself or herself. Da Fu knew that by heart and since the age of six, had not shed a tear. 

Da Fu never shed a drop of tears when the bandits descended upon his family and killed his parents. He was sad for his parents' death but no tears fell from his face. He did not cry when the uncle who took him in and brought him up, betrayed his trust by raping his wife on her wedding day. He was upset by the betrayal but not a drop of water fell from his eyes.

Yet, Da Fu was weeping like a baby now. He could not control the water that fell freely from his eyes. The Anerikans had travelled all the way from Endland to spread about a God who became man to the Tiens in Chyca. And Da Fu's eyes rained tears as he heard the tale of a God, who unlike Long, did not expect to be served, but came to serve instead His creation. A God who died as a man by burning at the stake, all because He loved mankind and wanted to pay for their sins.

Such a God was unlike what Da Fu had grown up with. Long was kind, yes, but he still expected man to keep a distance from him. Yaet, on the other hand, wanted to draw so close to man that He became born as a man Himself, as Lioamb. 

Why… why won't the water stop raining from his eyes? Da Fu wondered. It did not matter. Da Fu was determined to be a Lioambite, and if being a Lioambite meant that he would start to cry again like before he was six years old, Da Fu was only too glad to be a Tien who cried.

 

Short Story: The High Priest's Redemption

The high priest Sura awoke from his nightmare with a start. It had been the same nightmare he was having. The execution of Lioamb, a heretic and blasphemer, by burning at the stake, ought to have relieved him but he was haunted by it instead. It had been five years since Lioamb had been burned at the cross. Still, Sura could not bring himself to forget the eyes of Lioamb that had looked at Sura with such love and forgiveness even as Lioamb met His end at the stake by burning. 

The high priest Sura had expected hatred, even fear from Lioamb. Not love and forgiveness. Not a calmness in His face as He met His end at the stake. Lioamb was supposed to be a heretic,  a blasphemer. He was supposed to feel guilty for his crime. Yet, He seemed calm and He seemed like what He claimed to be—Yaet the Most High God Himself.

Could Lioamb actually be Yaet, as He had claimed to be? The question had haunted the high priest since Lioamb’s death. Worse, Lioamb’s disciples claimed that Lioamb rose from the dead three days after His death. And they were willing to die for their beliefs. How could they possibly die for what was a lie? Perhaps, it was no lie. Perhaps Lioamb truly rose from the dead. If Lioamb could rise from the dead, then He truly must be the Most High Yaet.

And if Lioamb was Yaet, what a crime he, the high priest of Yaet, had committed against his maker.  He had pronounced Lioamb a blasphemer and sentenced him to death by burning. Sura felt nothing but a sense of remorse for what he had done. That was no hope for him. He had sinned against his maker himself.

“Sura, it is never too late to repent of what you have done. Lioamb did not want you to live a life of remorse, but of forgiveness…” Tifet, a Lioambite who followed Lioamb’s teachings comforted the high priest Sura.

“Can there even be hope…for me? I personally pronounced the death of Lioamb.” Sura replied in depression.

“Lioamb knew He would die and chose to die. He knew you would kill Him, but that did not stop Him from loving you or forgiving you for what you did. The best thing you could do to replay His love or forgiveness…is to trust in Him and follow His teachings.” Tifet replied.

Sura was convinced that Lioamb was Yaet, and Sura was determined that he would follow Lioamb from now on. Sura resigned from his high priest’s post and became a Lioambite. Sura had found his redemption from his sins, and it was not because of the fact that he was a high priest or based on anything he had done. Instead, it was based on the love of Lioamb and what He had done for Sura. 

Novella: The Life and Death of Lioamb

Prologue

 Yaet wept. His people’s cries constantly bombarded His ears.

“Yaet. I am hungry. Give me food, give me food, please.”
“Yaet. I tried to teach my son your ways. But he ran away from home yesterday.”

“Yaet. I wanted to tithe to you, but I don’t even have enough money for myself.”

The Chosuns cried constantly to Yaet, and He heard them. He wanted to reach out to them. He loved them and wanted to let them know He is with them. But His hands were tied. 

The priest He tried to speak to to give food to the hungry conveniently ignored His voices whenever it suited them. The king He chose to lead the people cared more for his own needs and wants than the people He had put him in charge of. The truth is, Yaet dearly wanted to reach out to the people but His hands are tied without human vessels who responded to His call.

“My people,” Yaet cried. “You have no idea how often I wanted to help you in your plights but the vessels I had chosen to convey my will to you are not responding to my call as I wanted them to. Still, fret not. For this time, I will not use human vessels. I will come personally as a man. I am coming to you. Wait for me. I am coming. I promise.”

Chapter One The birth of Lioamb

Myam awoke with a start. What was this dream she was having? 

For this time, I will not use human vessels. I will come personally as a man. 

What did Yaet mean by that? And why did He convey that message to her? What did Yaet mean by saying that He is coming? Why did He send her this dream?

Myam pondered silently over what Yaet could possibly want with her.

Ryo was glad to be engaged to Myam. Myam was beautiful and known for her kindness. Ryo was glad to be the man she wanted to spend her life with. Yet, now Ryo seriously hesitated over whether he should still take Myan to be his wife or not. Myam had been pregnant for three months now and Ryo was not the father of the child. According to Myam, she had slept with no man and she possessed the child after having a dream from the Most High Yaet saying He is coming. Ryo found it hard to believe such a tale, even if Myam was known as a woman of integrity who never lied. In the end, Ryo chose to end the engagement with Myam silently. Ryo could never be the father of a child who was not his own flesh and blood.

Myam was saddened when Ryo chose not to believe her and ended their engagement. Still, she was determined to obey the Most High Yaet, whatever His call might be. Myam knew she had slept with no man, and that the child in her belly came as a result of that strange dream which Yaet had sent her.

Does that mean that the child in her belly is actually Yaet Himself, coming in the flesh, personally as a man, as He promised in His dream to do? Myam marveled at the trust Yaet had for her, a mere lowly woman and she vowed silently to raise the child to the best of her ability.

When the day of birth came for the child, Myam gave Him the name Lioamb, which symbolized His dual role as the lion and the lamb.

I am your vessel, Yaet. I will raise You well. Myam uttered a prayer during the birth of Lioamb. She will not fail Yaet.

Chapter Two The Child Lioamb

Lioamb laughed as he climbed the tree faster and higher than his friend, Yosef. “I am better than you.” Lioamb boosted.

“Not after tomorrow. From tomorrow onward, I will be better at climbing trees than you.” Yosef replied. “And faster, too.”

Lioamb laughed, “Are you so sure about that?”
“Positvely sure,” Yosef replied, laughing too. The two of them sat at the branches of the tree they had climbed, observing the morning dawn.

Lioamb knew He was in reality, the Most High Yaet. But for now, He focused on being a child, the child Lioamb. Lioamb secretly wondered, though, if Yosef would still be His friend if He knew Lioamb was in reality the Most High God of heaven or if he would keep a distance from Lioamb due to reverence and fear. Lioamb hoped it was the former but knew in reality, that it would be the later.

The growl in the stomachs of the two boys at noon reminded them that it was time to look for food. The two boys got off the tree they climbed and went to the stalls of the city of Iyrael, hunting for their favourite treats. 

“This is delicious,” Yosef laughed as he stuffed a meat bun into his mouth. 

“I like this better,” Lioamb pointed at the roast leg of a lamb. 

“But expensive,” Yosef laugheed. “Beyond what you can afford.”

“Agreed, so I will have a meat bun as well.” Lioamb laughed as He purchased a meat bun and consumed it slowly. 

Lioamb knew it was His destiny to one day die for the world and its sins, but for now, He enjoyed being a child and He enjoyed feasting on meat buns with His friend Yosef.

Chapter Three The Teenager Lioamb

Lioamb wept. Yosef was dead. His friend died at the mere age of 15. Yosef went fishing with his dad and the boat capsized and Yosef could not swim well, so he ended up drowning. By the time Yosef’s dad got Yosef to shore, the teenager was already dead.

Lioamb wept because He knew by one word, and one word alone, He could resurrect Yosef since He was the Most High. Yet, it was not His time to reveal Himself to the world, yet.

He had not reached the age of 30, the age that was the minimum age set by Him when He was Yaet to serve as priest of the Most High. He had set a minimum age to serve as priest in order to protect the people from the pride of youth and to ensure that the priest could be a father figure for the people due to his maturity. 

This rule meant that He could not serve in His ministry, and perform a miracle by raising Yosef from the dead. Yosef would have to remain dead.

Lioamb took comfort from the fact that Yosef’s soul would be welcomed in heaven by Maal, his head agel that he left in charge of heaven after He came down to be born as a man. Maal was seeing to the affairs of heaven in His absence and Maal would comfort Yosef and tell Yosef the truth about Lioamb’s identity, that Lioamb was in reality the Most High Yaet. Lioamb wondered what Yosef thought of the fact that his friend was in reality the Most High. Yosef would most likely feel honored to have the Most High as His friend.

Still, it would be years before Lioamb could see Yosef again, and Lioamb missed Yosef deeply.

“Do not be sad, everyone has to die,” Myam, Lioamb’s mother comforted Lioamb at Yosef’s funeral.

Still, Lioamb felt sad, and He wept. For His friend Yosef.

Chapter Four Lioamb’s miracles

Lioamb was delighted. The day had arrived. He had reached the age 30. That meant He was ready to begin in Iyrael what He was born to do. On his birthday, held a feast, in which 120 of his relatives and friends were gathered. He waited for the moment where he was to cut the cake of his birthday to speak.

“For many of us, we thought we could serve Yaet by tithing to him and praying to Him and serving Him in His temple as priests. But have we really considered what it was that Yaet truly wanted from us?”

His speech captivated the attention of the small crowd gathered at His birthday feast and they listened to Him as He went on.

“Yaet wanted nothing from us but that we love and serve our fellow men and women as we claimed to love and serve Him.”

“I do love and serve my fellow men and women. I give alms, occasionally, to the poor.” A rich relative declared.

“But do you also bring home the poor, and homeless? Do you also tend to the sick and the weak? Mere giving of alms is not enough. What Yaet required is a genuine concern for the underprivileged and not a mere superficial charity to the poor.

At the moment, the wine at the festival ran out and the servants went to tell Lioamb about it. Lioamb knew it was His time to reveal Himself to the world, and unless He performed miracles, no one would believe He is Yaet.

“Bring some water to me,”Lioamb commanded. The servants did as told. Lioamb closed His eyes and uttered, “Water, become wine!”

The guests at the festival marvelled in astonishment as the water in the jar transformed before their eyes into wine.

“If you can transform water to wine, can you also heal my eyes?” A blind relative asked, hoping against hope that he could see with his eyes if Lioamb could heal him.

“I can. Eyes, see.” Lioamb declared. The blind relative shouted in joy, “I can… see… I can… see.” 

Words of Lioamb’s miracles spread and people from all over the city of Iyrael brought their sick to him and Lioamb managed to heal them all.

Chapter Five Lioamb’s death

The sun hung low over Iyrael as Lioamb stood before the high Priest Sura. The high priest Sura for infuriated. For three years, Lioamb had walked over Iyrael, healing the sick and performing miracles after miracles. He had even been heard to claim as Yaet, the Most High God of the world.

The high priest Sura could not tolerate such blasphemy. If he did not do anything, the whole Iyrael would turn from following the high priest to following Lioamb. They would forget about their God, Yaet and chose to follow after a mere man, Lioamb instead. As a high priest of Yaet, Sura could not accept such blasphemy.

Hence, Sura had Lioamb brought to him. For someone who was said to perform miracles and heal the sick, Lioamb looked ordinary enough. A mere commoner. 

“It is said that you taught that the priests ought to be more compassionate to the poor than we currently are, and that you can heal the sick and perform all kinds of miracles. Is what I heard true?” Sura questioned. Lioamb did not reply, but remained silent.

“Do you think you are better than us, the priests, to teach about the requirements of Yaet?” Sura demanded. Still, Lioamb did not answer. Sura was enraged. Who did Lioamb think He is, why didn’t He answer the high priest’s questions. 

“Are you Yaet, as some claimed You to be? I charge you under an oath to the Most high God Yaet to answer this question truthfully!” Sura exclaimed in anger.

Lioamb sighed, “Yes, I am Yaet. It is as you said.”

“Blasphemy!” Sura shouted in anger! “And for this blasphemy, I pronounced that Lioamb be burnt to death at the stake!”

“Death! Death to the blasphemer!” The priests shouted in agreement to what the high priest pronounced. They led Lioamb to the stake, tied Him and set the stake on fire. The fire consumed Lioamb, but He did not scream or shout as the fire took away His life. Instead, He looked at the priests and high priest with eyes of forgiveness and love.

Epilogue

The disciples of Lioamb gathered the burnt remains of Lioamb and contained them in an urn. They lowered the urn into the grave and silently mourned the death of their beloved master.

How could Lioamb, if He really was Yaet, be killed? That was the question that haunted Apram, the eldest of the disciple, and the other younger disciples as they grieved over Lioamb’s death. They had been sure that Lioamb was who He claimed to be, the high God Yaet in human form. No one could perform the miracles Yaet did and healed the sick the way He could, if He was not the Most High God Himself. Yet, surely, if Lioamb was truly Yaet, Lioamb would not die, not at a mere burning at the stake, not by the hands of those He had made.

Yes. Lioamb is not Yaet. Lioamb is not the Most High God of heaven. Lioamb is a mere man and He had deceived them all. That is at least what Apram believed now. It is time to let go of Lioamb.

“Brothers and sisters, as we all know, Lioamb had died. And if Lioamb had been Yaet, He would not have died. Therefore, we are wrong about His deity. It is time to let Him go. We must go our separate ways from now on. We know the high priest Sura is persecuting all previous followers of Lioamb. If we retain our beliefs in Lioamb, we may be killed, too.” Apram said, sadly.

The other disciples nodded their heads in agreement. It is indeed time to let go of their beliefs in Lioamb and go their separate ways. 

“Letting go of Me so soon, Apram? I would not believe that of you.” The familiar voice of Lioamb rang out as Lioamb appeared physically in front of His disciples!

“Lioamb, You are not dead! You are alive!” Apram exclaimed, tears of joy running down his eyes. Apram gave Lioamb a hug. “Yes, it is indeed You. You truly are alive!”

“I told you, I am Yaet. How, then, can death hold a final victory over Me? Death is no enemy that can conquer Me.” Lioamb laughed. “Rather, I conquered death and all enemies of mankind.”

“Yaet, you are indeed Yaet, my lord and my God!” Apram rejoiced. The other disciples were delighted, too and they all gathered around Lioamb.

“I must die in order that men’s sins might be paid for. Spread the news of My coming, My death and My resurrection. I will return to heaven in three days' time, but you will remain in this world until your work in this world is done. Then, you will join Me in heaven. Do not be afraid of the persecutions that will come upon you. Trust instead in me who had conquered death.” Lioamb exclaimed. 

“We will follow You all the way!” The disciples shouted. “Nothing will stop us in our devotions to You!”

Thus, the religion of Lioambity was born, its roots firmly planted in the soil of Iyrael but its branches reaching out to touch lives far beyond the city's ancient walls. Lioamb’s diciples, known as the Lioambites by the outsiders, devoted themselves to spreading His teachings. Though they were persecuted, imprisoned and killed, they multipied and increased in numbers. The legacy of Lioamb, the God who became man, lived on in the hearts and minds of His followers, forever changing the spiritual landscape of the world.