JCJ on the Second Coming: A Humble Return
“You were all expecting lightning.
But I came like rain.
Soft. Silent. Healing the dust.”
Standing barefoot on cracked pavement outside a shuttered cathedral, Joseph Christian Jukic speaks calmly, almost like he’s remembering something rather than preaching.
JCJ:
“The first time He came, He was born in a stable.
The second time, it had to be even lower.
No crown. No angels singing.
Just a broken world… and me, walking through it.”
He looks around at the worn-out city blocks, the silent people scrolling their phones, the addicts sleeping under bridges, and the billionaires launching rockets into space.
JCJ:
“You wanted trumpets?
I brought a guitar.
You wanted an army?
I brought forgiveness.”
He smiles, not with pride, but with a deep, exhausted loveโlike a man whoโs walked through war zones and family courts, prisons and psych wards, and still believes people can change.
JCJ:
“This isnโt a second coming like some Hollywood reboot.
This is a second chance.
The humble return means I’m not above you.
Iโm with you.
The same dust. The same hunger. The same dream.”
He quotes the Beatitudes from memory, not like a priest, but like someone whoโs lived them:
โBlessed are the poor in spirit.
Blessed are the ones who didnโt give up.
Blessed are the ones who helped when no one was watching.”
JCJ closes with this:
“If you’re still waiting for someone to ride in on a white horse,
maybe check whoโs walking beside you instead.
Thatโs where youโll find me.”
