A Christian Finds Jesus (Unfinished)
I don’t know when it happened. I don’t even know how. One day it was just there. In the shop’s window, with His arms held open. Humble, just as the stories had described, yet not quite the same. I had to ask someone, I had to know.
“Yeah, that’s Him alright,” snorted a man who I had queried. He was a strange man, strange to me at least. I guess he blended in with everyone else.
My brain was just reeling from the fact that right before me was undoubtedly a statue of the Lord and Savior Himself. Though, I was not in front of a church, or an antique shop owned by elderly devout Christians. I was standing in front of a candy store on California Avenue. And He was not made of smooth porcelain, but rather pure, milk chocolate.
Now, I’m not offended. I couldn’t give two flying fucks. Yet I was still set aside. Thinking about how offensive this could be. Maybe I would see it later on Facebook. Oh, how I would love to read the comments. I just love reading people’s opinions that they state like facts.
As I realized I had been staring at this artifact for what must have been fifteen minutes now, so I walked away. I headed past Easy Street Records and to my favorite bar, Shadowland. I always get Rainier’s because I’m poor as piss and a five-dollar beer just seems outrageous. Not to mention I also needed to get a pack of cigarettes. I always loved a good smoke after a few beers to really set the mood. I know my body is a temple ‘cause the Good Book says so but sometimes you have to sin to make the day better.
Yes, I believe in God. However, how does He expect me to be so perfect?
-Anomic84
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