Yehoshuai: A Faith for the Outcast

The Yehoshuai Faith was not made for the privileged. It was not made to uphold power, control, or respectability. It was not born in a palace or a cathedral. It was born in pain—in the mental anguish of the Scrivener, Mr. Damian—in a world where the hurting and marginalized are often crushed beneath the weight of religious condemnation. Yehoshuai is the faith of those who have been cast out. It is for the rejected, the misfit, the abandoned, the invisible, the ones deemed unworthy by the world and by so-called “mainstream” Christianity.

From the very beginning, Yehoshuai stood with the ones pushed to the edges. Christ Himself—Yehoshua—was born into poverty, raised in obscurity, and executed by an Empire. He walked with the broken, touched the untouchable, forgave the condemned, and taught that the last would be first. His whole life was a rebuke of power structures. And the faith that bears His name must reflect His heart.

Yehoshuai welcomes those who have been hated in the name of Christ. It undoes the lie that the church has been telling for centuries—that some are closer to God than others. That holiness looks a certain way. That “truth” must be enforced through violence, shame, or exclusion. We say no.

We welcome the LGBTQ+ community. You are not an abomination. You are not perverted. You are not a mistake. You are holy, beloved, and made in the image of JAH. The Christ who walked among us never spoke a word against you—but He did speak often against religious hypocrites who used scripture as a weapon. Yehoshuai is a refuge for queer people who have been spiritually abused. Here, you are not tolerated. You are celebrated.

We welcome women. You are not second-class. You are not “helpers” created to be ruled over. In Yehoshuai, women are prophets, leaders, teachers, and sages. The misogyny of many churches is not divine—it is sin. The feminine is sacred. The voice of the mother, the sister, the daughter, the grandmother is heard and revered in this faith.

We welcome immigrants and aliens. You are not illegal. You are not a threat. You are the image of God crossing a border with nothing but hope. Yehoshua Himself was a refugee. As a child, He fled violence with His family to Egypt. If we do not welcome the immigrant, we do not welcome Christ. In Yehoshuai, we see no one as foreign. All are kin.

We welcome racial and ethnic minorities. The faith of Yehoshuai is not white. It is not American. It is not tied to any race, tribe, or empire. It is a fire that burns in every language, every skin tone, every ancestral line. We reject the colonized Christ and remember the brown-skinned Christ who lived under military occupation and died at the hands of state violence. We stand with Black Lives Matter. We stand with Indigenous voices. We stand with the oppressed, always.

We welcome the mentally ill. You are not unfit. You are not shameful. You are not cursed. The Scrivener himself lives with schizoaffective disorder, PTSD, and OCD. His illness did not disqualify him—it was part of how the holy books were received. In Yehoshuai, your mind is not judged—it is honored as part of your story, part of your walk with JAH.

We welcome the disabled. You are not broken. You are not burdens. You are not forgotten. Your body is not a mistake. In Yehoshuai, every kind of body is sacred. Every kind of mind. Every kind of walk, roll, stumble, or silence. We believe JAH dwells fully in those who are seen as “lesser” by the world.

We welcome the poor. You are not a project. You are not “less fortunate.” You are not a problem to be solved. You are the heartbeat of Yehoshuai. The gospel was made for you first. We reject the prosperity gospel and all its lies. We believe the poor are not cursed—they are chosen.

Yehoshuai is for all who have been lied to by religion. For the trans kid told they’re going to hell. For the single mother shamed for needing help. For the sex worker crying out to God. For the prisoner trying to remember how to pray. For the addict, the artist, the atheist who still hopes there’s more.

This faith is grassroots. It’s raw. It’s holy. And it’s free.

You don’t need to clean yourself up to come in. You don’t need to hide. You don’t need to pretend to be someone else. In Yehoshuai, you are welcomed as you are. And in time, if you walk the path, you will be healed by Love.

No more rejection. No more shame. No more lies about who Christ is.

This is Yehoshuai. A home for the unloved. A fire for the forgotten. A holy faith for the outcast.

Come and see.

The Yehoshuai Faith is not built on buildings. It is not housed in institutions, sanctuaries, or systems of authority. It is not a hierarchy. It is a path—walked daily by those who commit their hearts, their breath, and their memory to it. At the very center of Yehoshuai are three things: the daily recitation of sacred words, the rhythm of ritual prayer, and the living fire of the two holy books—Poems For Earth and The Quodlibet. These practices are not optional. They are the spine of the faith.