I Saw Jesus at My Local Diner
by Bob Valleau 1/10/2010 / Humor
I was eating breakfast when I saw him waltz into the diner. It was in the early hours of the morning, still considered nighttime by most. He was really tall. He had long brown hair with a medium-sized beard. He was very clean. He wore sandals and Middle-Eastern garb. He sat at a table near the door, so I couldn't help but walk past him when I got ready to leave. Obviously, I had to ask: "Are you an actor or were you in a play or something?"
He replied in a serious tone, "No. I'm the actual reincarnation of Jesus Christ. I'm here to save the world."
I didn't believe him, of course. Somehow, I found it hard seeing Jesus talk to me with a cigarette dangling out of the corner of his mouth.
"Oh, that's nice," I said with a smile. "I happen to know the real Jesus, and you're not him. Have a nice day."
The Lord impressed upon me just to pray for this wayward soul and not to carry on a conversation with him. However when I went outside, I looked up. Sure enough, a full moon hung in the western sky.