The Folderol Interviews

The Folderol Interviews

Blue
"Pay attention, now..." she says, as she passes one hand over the other, which contains the large half dollar coin. She looks into my eyes and raises an eyebrow as she throws her fingers open, palms facing me. "Ta-dah!" They are empty. I laugh with delight and applaud the trick. I'm sitting outside on the patio of a local cafe with the self-proclaimed son of God. The son of God...? Yes, that's right, is a woman. Her name is Rebecca, a nice strong biblical name, but she goes by Blue. "It's an old inside joke that just kind of stuck," she says.

Blue obviously doesn't bear any resemblance to any biblical or artist's rendering of Jesus, but she doesn't look like what you might imagine the daughter of God to look like, either. She's about 5'3" with short, unkempt blonde hair, hazel eyes and fair skin. She wears a tank top and long baggy shorts, Airwalks and a wallet chain. She looks more like a skater than a soul saver. Blue has this incredible energy about her. She is soft spoken yet passionate, intelligent, warm and nurturing. And she drinks coffee. And smokes cigarettes. I have to ask about the coffee and cigarettes, because I am genuinely surprised that the daughter of God smokes... Camels! I remember something from my Catholic school days about the body being the temple. She scratches her neck and has a slightly strained look on her face. "Well, it doesn't say anywhere in the Bible that caffeine and nicotine are sins... but it does seem to be a sore spot with my disciples. Mind you, I'm not addicted. I drink coffee because I like the taste. I smoke cigarettes because ...well, because I've succombed to peer pressure. I'm human, too, you know."

"So," she says, pointing to the coin in my hand, "is it live or is it Memorex?" I'm not sure. If she is who she claims to be, she could very easily make the coin disappear. But this is also a very simple sleight of hand trick. "No disrespect," I reply, "but with a little practice I could do that, too." She smiles. "That's right. BUT... could you put the coin into someone else's left pant pocket?" I check my jeans, and sure enough, the coin is there. I'm impressed. The jeans are pretty tight. So the daughter of God is doing parlour tricks for non-believers. I'm sure there must be a parable or something involved. "Is it a miracle or magic or just a cheap trick? If I tell you it was a miracle, will you be convinced? What separates you from Christians is faith. People like you witness miracles and try to find scientific explanations. You don't want to believe. We live in a godless society. Faith and morality have been lost, and that breaks my heart. But I am not inclined to prove my legitimacy to anyone. I have a message for those that want to believe, or need a reason to believe." I ask her how she spreads this message. It's a whole different world from the last time she made the rounds. In addition to just getting out among the people and visiting churches, Blue relies heavily on public access television and the Internet to preach her messages. Who knew South Park would be so close to the truth?