Stained glass at St John the Baptist’s Anglican Church http://www.stjohnsashfield.org.au, Ashfield, New South Wales. Illustrates Jesus’ description of himself “I am the Good Shepherd” (from the Gospel of John, chapter 10, verse 11). This version of the image shows the detail of his face. The memorial window is also captioned: “To the Glory of God and in Loving Memory of William Wright. Died 6th November, 1932. Aged 70 Yrs.” (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Before you atheist and God haters get excited to welcome another in your fold, let me set the records straight and tell you that I am a Christian. A proud Christian with an open mind. So there. Now leave me alone so I could get into my blog.
Now, since cameras weren’t around when Jesus walked the earth and sketch artists were never mentioned, it begs me to ask the question, ‘What did Jesus look like?” I see paintings of a man who looked just like any other man from Jerusalem. He looked like Peter and also Paul. Heck, without the beard he could also pass for Mary.
When people claim to see Jesus, are they sure it wasn’t the Angel Gabriel, Moses, or some other ancient holy man? Maybe he…he…looka like a…man?
Today’s edition of Friday Folly is a deviation from me having fun at the expense of those with reduced brain cells. Today, it’s all about me. I need to make a confession of sort.
The thing is, as a God-fearing Christian, I am worried that one day my pastor would accidentally find my blog (the way he accidentally found that gay porn site) and read it, thus finding out that I am not who I said I am but more than what I said I am. I don’t want that! Heaven’s no! He mustn’t know that as he preaches in church, I stare at him while I distractedly wonder what I should blog about in my next post. Sorry Pastor.
Could you imagine him reading my blog about my boner on the massage table? My love for yoga pants? Or even my confessions about banging my friends? There are more, lots more. He just cannot read them!
I really hope that the God I serve has a sense of humor about all this. God you know that I’m happily married and won’t tap an ass unless I put a ring on it. I think I am a good guy. Today, I even held the door open for a lady who was walking behind me. Her being a hot blonde had nothing to do with it. Checking out her ass as she walked ahead of me was pure accidental and instinctive. It meant squat. No no, I don’t mean she got her hot ass from doing squats, I meant me checking out her bum meant nothing. So you see, I am a nice guy.
Some of you follow my blog and like what I write about. If you want to see this continue, then please don’t let my pastor know!