Dear friends,
This may come as a shock to you, and you may find it pretty unbelievable, but it's true!
YES, I FOUND JESUS IN LAS VEGAS!
It was a pretty thrilling experience, and left me questioning a few of my beliefs, and you folks are the first to know it. Here's the full story...
I'd gone to Las Vegas during the week of Samhain, basically to witness the wedding of a good friend. Afterwards, I hung around till the following weekend, and took in a few of the shows there. After watching "Living in Las Vegas," the Penn & Teller show at the Rio, I was on my way back to the RV park where I was staying.
As I made my way through the bustling crowds on the "Strip," passing gamblers, panhandlers, streetwalkers, and prophets of all sorts, who should I see up ahead, bathed in a halo beneath the traffic light, casually leaning on the lightpost, but the messiah himself!
I would have stopped dead in my tracks, but the flow of people behind me pressed me on. His solemn and loving eyes met mine for an instant. He never turned his head away as the surging crowds brought me closer and closer to him. A smile formed and grew as his face lit up with recognition! Oh, wonder of wonders, I thought. Here in a morass of humanity, the Lord was looking in MY direction, with a smile of recognition!
As I drew nearer, I saw the flow of his robes, his sandaled feet, and his arms outstretched toward me. Closer I came, closer, and as the flow of the crowd carried me past him, he embraced the man who had been walking behind me. The traffic light was red. The crowds stopped, and I looked back to see the animated and joyous chatter between Jesus and his buddy Elvis.
The lights turned green and someone behind me said, "Move it, fool!" -Huh. Now who's the fool? I had just found Jesus, and not only that, I'd had the King walking in my footsteps as well! Call me a fool? But as we arrived at the opposite curb, I looked back across the boulevard once more, and the two were just entering the corner bar, hugging like long-lost lovers. I continued on, realizing that I'd not only found Jesus, but I'd lost him again as well...(And I didn't even get his autograph...) But now I know that Jesus loves Elvis, and they probably are living together.
-Have YOU found Jesus? Perhaps at the beach, or in a group of activists? At the park, or in Neverland Ranch...? Did he beat you in a poker game down at the bikers' bar? Did he hit you on the head with a protest sign? Let's hear your tale of how and where YOU FOUND JESUS! If you found Elvis too, that might make an even better story!
-Happy Yule to all!
'Yuletide Greeting: Jesus Found!' by Mephisto
(originally posted by me to the Deaf Solitary Yahoo group, 12-21-03)