THE GOSPEL ACCORDING TO A’JA WILSON

The Church of A’ja Wilson is open for business.

Bring your tambourine, your patience, and your faith in joy — because this dynasty ain’t done praising yet.

There are post-game pressers, and then there’s what A’ja Wilson did when winning her third WNBA championship.

The greatest player in women’s basketball walked into the championship presser like she was headlining a church revival. Shaking a tambourine, preaching about patience, gratitude, God, and joy.

Meanwhile, Wilson’s team, the Las Vegas Aces were the embodiment of it all as they were a living, sweating, and don’t forget, champagne-soaked testimony.

“IN THE BAPTIST CHURCH…YOU KNOW THE WORD IS POWERFUL.”

With her pink tambourine in hand making sure everyone can hear that the word is powerful, and with a mic in front, and her teammates beside her, Wilson said it like she meant it — and she did.

“One thing about God is you have to be patient. When you’re patient and give Him all your burdens, good things happen. Good things happen to the right people.”

Safe to say something wonderful happened to not only the GOAT, but also the “right people” who are the Aces.

The Aces didn’t just win another title, oh no, they baptized the league in joy.

The dyansty is officially here with three titles in four years. Now the only question that is left for this Vegas team to answer (because they’ve answered them all this season) is can they make it four in five and repeat back-to-back again?

*Oh let me play spoiler right quick…with A’ja, the answer is always yes.* 

Better yet, let’s play a quick game of take a guess, if you’ve never heard of it, that’s ok because it was created o the fly.

Is A’ja the best player in the league? Yes. 

Can A’ja win another MVP and DPOY next year? Yes. 

Can the Aces with Wilson repeat? Yes.

Is A’ja the GOAT of women’s basketball? You understand the point now yes? Just please say yes, because Wilson’s going to make sure the right answer will be yes, because at 29 years old she’s still destined to do A LOT, and I mean a whole lot more. 

Wilson finished her amazing season (another historical one for the record books) with the sweep of the Phoenix Mercury with 31 points and 9 rebounds in Game 4. Finals MVP, League MVP, Defensive Player of the Year, scoring champion and a bunch of other records along the way, Wilson became the first player to hit that holy trinity in one season (FMVP, MVP, DPOY).

She might’ve not known it at the time, but Becky Hammon did her best John Hagee impression and built she built a congregation, with Wilson as the lead pastor.

THE JOY IS THE SYSTEM

Mark Davis — the silver-haired chaos merchant who somehow owns both the Raiders and the Aces — was staring at his team like he just watched Moses split Fremont Street.

“Becky is unbelievable. Nikki Fargas is unbelievable. What they’ve accomplished — three titles in four years — I don’t even know where to put it in historic sentences.”

He’s right. You can’t describe it.

Because this isn’t normal greatness. This is holy work.

The Aces didn’t just win; they fulfilled prophecy. When Becky said, “We’re humans that wanted to get it right together,” it landed like scripture.

Every film session. Every late-night rant. Every “f*** this, I’m tired” moment. All of it was the liturgy of a dynasty.

HAMMON THE HIGH PRIESTESS

Becky Hammon cried this time. Not out of relief — out of revelation.

“I love being their coach, I love being their friend. I’ve shared tears with all of them. This one hits different because it was different.”

She’s the WNBA’s high priest who cusses like a sailor and believes like a saint.

Funny because Wilson preached the sermon line of the night.

“You’ve gotta be great when the lights aren’t on you.”

A’JA WILSON, PATRON SAINT OF JOY

She’s not just the face of the league. She is the faith of the league.

A’ja Wilson turned her postgame into a pulpit. She’s the preacher, the miracle, and the proof all in one.

The injuries, the pressure, the hate — she carried it all, smiled through it, and made belief fashionable.

Wilson’s on top, top, top, as the young Black woman who never cracked, never folded, never flinched.

And now she’s rewriting what the GOAT looks like in real time and doing it in A’One’s, tambourine in hand, walking straight into basketball immortality.

“Wow…it’s powerful,” she said when asked about the Michael Jordan comparisons. “I’ve still got a little more winning to do…but I wouldn’t be where I am without my teammates. They’re the real MJs.”

Find me a better flex than that.

VEGAS AIN’T SIN CITY NO MORE

This is a dynasty of believers.

Mark Davis believed in Becky. Becky believed in her players and A’ja believed in everybody.

And the result? A 97-86 win in Phoenix, a sweep, and a three-time championship team that’s got the whole damn league on notice.

Chelsea Gray had 18 and 4. Jackie Young nearly triple-doubled with 18-7-8. Jewell Loyd came off the bench dropping efficient buckets like she’s been here for years.

But none of that hit as hard as the tambourine. Because that’s the thing about this group — their faith is louder than your stats sheet.

Mark Davis once asked the Aces: “Can you do it again?”

She just did. Again. And again. And again.

The Aces didn’t just win another title; they turned basketball into communion. The champagne is the blood. The tears are the holy water.

And the joy — the loud, unapologetic, faith-soaked joy — is the f***ing system.

So yeah, good things happen to the right people.

And the right people just happen to wear black and silver and smile like champions who know God’s on their side.