[Hebrews 7:3] Without father, without mother, without descent, having neither beginning of days, nor end of life; but made like unto the Son of God; abideth a priest continually.

In 2010, at twenty-nine, came the divorce. One night he woke up crying. Then the pastor on the old well stopped in the middle of his sermon and said, I feel there is an emotional pain leaving someone. It was him. That same night, in a dream, the spear spoke one word to him: divorce. And the way laughed, and woke up laughing. He was healed by that word of release. The thing everyone thought would destroy him was the thing that set him free. After the divorce he moved back into the basement for a while.

In 2012, in his thirty-first year, he married again, and that is when the house of the three sons truly broke. It did not break the first time. It broke the second time, because they rejected the one he chose. It was not their choice. It was his, and it was God's. An aunt of the house, the wife of the father's brother, dreamed the house like the great machines that fly apart in pieces to miss a wreck and come back together on the other side. The wreck was real, and what was lost in this life stays lost in this life. The house passes through it in pieces.

Years later, when no other house would let him come and teach, he called the pastor of the first house of the south, the one chosen for its boys' troop, and that pastor said, I'm not going to say I agree with you, but I have changed a lot. This is Jesus's house. If you want to come here, come on. On a new moon the way held worship there and called people to come. His daughter sang. His bride sang. The pastor got down on his knees and prayed, and the way prayed. Nobody came. The room stayed empty, and the worship flowed anyway. Before that new moon he had sent word to the pastor of the House of God to come, and no answer came. But that same day the pastor of the House of God called the pastor of the open door and wanted him at his own table. He did not go, because he already had plans. That table was called too late in the hour, and it was called to block the way. The man who once had no time to find out if it was true found time that very day. What is the time afraid of? The house of the way was not given a seat at their table, so it flows where a door will open. The one born to rule was not invited to their feasts, and he rejoiced anyway. Who is to say the son of the house cannot have a house of his own?