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was jesus my friend? well, let me tell you a story that will hopfully clarify the situation. It was a Saturday morning, not the time that anyone wants to be up, especially not volunteering at a soup kitchen in a poor part of a generally poor city. That's where I found my self a couple Saturdays ago. My job was to pour cups of juice for the people there. The job was harder than it sounded, we continually ran out of cup and had to send people out looking for them. Once we finally had the right amount of cups, the other volunteers left me to refill glasses and they went to socialize. I sighed and sat down, thinking of all the places that I could be right now other than here in this dirty soup kitchen. I could be at a mall, shopping with my friends. I could be on the computer in my bedroom writing a story. Just then my thoughts were interrupted by a voice. "May I please have a spot of juice?" The request took me by surprise. Most people at the soup kitchen would just come up to me and stuck out their cup for a refill. A few made some grunts and even fewer said please. So this polished ask for "a spot of juice" gave me a little jolt. I smiled at the man who had asked me. I could tell in a glance that was very poor. A wearing hat covered his deep, dark hair, and a jacket that looked very patchy was all he had to keep him warm. Not the best thing to be wearing on a chilly October morning. "I guess you didn't expect me to say that," he said returning my grin. I glanced up at him again as I poured him a fresh glass of juice. His eyes were dark and looked like a melted chocolate bar. His copper face was withered and wrinkled, he looked he had experience in life and had seen a lot of things. I smiled again and giggled a bit, "Yeah, I didn't expect that, but I like it. It's very proper... very British!" He nodded and I passed him his cup of fruit punch. He gave me a grateful look and said "Thanks." I looked at him for one more moment and said, "No, thank you. You really made my day." Hope that clarifys it 195.194.74.154 15:20, 4 March 2008 (UTC)
“You are the eschatological manifestation of the ground of our being, the kerygma of which we find the ultimate meaning in our interpersonal relationships.” ~ A Unitarian Universalist on Jesus Verp 22:17, 4 March 2008 (UTC)
The man who asked for a spot of juice was Jesus. I know that because I play golf with Jesus and he comes over to my house every once in a while to play board games. Jesus likes to listen to his iPod while walking down the street giving people such a look that they know they have been judged a sinner and the man with the iPod is Jesus. Its sort of like a Police officer with a radar gun forcing people to slow down when their radar detector goes off. When people see Jesus give them a judgemental look then tend to stop sinning for a while and start to be nice to people, hoping to get into Jesus' good graces again. From time to time Jesus helps build houses for the poor in Habitat for Humanity as well. Nice guy Jesus is, really good sense of humor as well. From time to time Jesus visits homeless shelters and asks for a spot of juice or a bowel of soup or whatever in a British accent. --Lt.SirOrion Blastar (talk) 03:18, 12 March 2008 (UTC)
I'm talking to an earlier, less advanced me now. For one thing, the primitive me isn't wearing my futuristic silver jumpsuit. SirModusoperandiBoinc! 05:52, 6 March 2008 (UTC)
Ah...good. Now you're ready for Scientology. Hold on to these two cans. I'll ask you some questions, you answer them, then I'll determine how much money it'll take to fix you. Thetans, you know. Nasty buggers. SirModusoperandiBoinc! 08:20, 6 March 2008 (UTC)