Call Me Stan by K.R. Wilson

Author:K.R. Wilson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Guernica Editions

The Abbot

IT WAS THE Thracian rowing songs that got me started as a singer. Music was functional in those days. Rowing songs. Marching songs. Drinking songs. Not lifted out of daily life and refined. That isn’t a criticism. I’ve spent half my life in the refined arts. In fact you’ll notice three recurring enthusiasms in my life: singing, soldiering and contemplation. But soldiering gets tiring, and contemplation eventually makes me restless. Singing is limitless. And past a certain point on the History of Europe timeline, there were often a lot of opportunities for a capable singer. Paid work, even. At least room and board.

In the early years those opportunities tended to be in the Christian church. Same with contemplation. Christian monasticism was the only game in the European town for a very long time. Put the two together, and it’ll be no surprise that I’ve spent quite a chunk of the past couple of thousand years in the service of the Church. So let’s deal with the Messiah in the room: Did Yeshu die and come back?

Well, if he did, I didn’t see it. But then in the weeks after the crucifixion I’d had other things on my mind. Learning to walk again, for example. How could I have known that the most influential event in western civilization may have been happening almost at my elbow? All I can safely say is that I’ve never seen an actual resurrection, before or since. But then at that point I hadn’t seen anyone else like me either. So I don’t rule it out.

Was Yeshu God made flesh, then? Which isn’t quite the same question.

I don’t have any special knowledge about that. After all my lives I still can’t say whether there is a God, or a godhead, or whatever you want to call it. What I can say, though, is this: Of everyone I’ve ever met, the person who most embodied one? Yeshu the Galilean. And that may have to do.

It was odd, at first, to join what I’d thought of as the cult of Yeshu. To espouse what they espoused. They had a certainty I could only pretend to, though over time that pretence became sincere in a way. Because I believed in Yeshu. Probably not the same way the others did. But ... duh.

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