Michael and I were sitting at a stoplight the other day on a road we travel quite often. The building on the corner had a sign stuck in the lawn about Jesus. He was surprised by this and the following conversation ensued.
He said, “Is that a church?”
“Yes,” I replied. “Hence the mural of Jesus on the side of the building.”
“What mural?” he inquired.
“The one taking up the entire side of the building. That big, black painting of Jesus. How could you miss it?”
Long pause. “That’s Jesus?”
“What do you mean, ‘that’s Jesus?’ Of course it’s Jesus. Who did you think it was?”
Another pause, then, “Huh. I thought it was cow spots or discoloration of the stucco due to weather. I never saw Jesus in that.”
You tell me, dear friends. Cow or Jesus?
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