Jesus at the P.O.

I never expected to see Jesus there at the Post Office. In fact, I didn't really want to. I just came to see if my package had arrived.

See, I ordered a bunch of stuff from JesusOnLine; but who knew he would deliver it personally?

Looking over the catalog carefully, I chose the Eternal Salvation (family four-pack), the inner peace, the cosmology set and the personal justification. I even made room in a closet to store all that stuff, you know, so it wouldn't get in the way and I would trip over it on my way to Real Life.

So I was all set to pick up my stuff and leave quietly. I went to the P.O. at a slow time, even, when not many people were there. I opened the door casually, so as not to arouse suspicion. I looked in my box, and sure enough, there was a yellow card. That's what they put in your P.O. box if you have something too big to fit in there, so you have to come over to the window and claim it.

I knew it had to be my stuff from Jesus. So I went to the window, all excited. But there he was. He was the one at the window giving people their stuff.

I didn't know it, but there's apparently some sort of policy that you can't just order stuff from Jesus. You have to take him, too.

So now I have a house guest. And he's always hanging around.