I saw Jesus yesterday. He had returned.
He does that. He just shows up out of
the blue. I said that because there
weren’t any clouds yesterday, not here
in the Vally of the Sun. He asked me
the same question he always asks, “When
the Son of Man returns, will he find any
faith on earth?” I thought, what! He’s here.
Is this a trick question? He said, as if
reading my mind, “You, too, child of
humanity.” Just like that, Jesus became
very gender inclusive. I wondered if he had
joined the United Church of Christ or the
Christian Church (Disciples of Christ).
Then I thought of the poem I had just read
about the dismantling of an old church
because of a lightning strike. The building
and everything in it got used for something
else but the cross, which had sat on top of
the steeple where crosses usually sit, went
missing. So, realizing that a lot of scripture
is metaphorical, I put a simile to him, “You
mean like the missing cross in the poem?”
I figured if he really was omniscient he
already knew about the poem. He just smiled
and said, “I’ll probably see you tomorrow.”
Well, it’s only noon. If he does show, I
figure it will be around three. I should
be back from IKEA by then.