December 4, 2020
Oh, I was making some coffee this morning and I spilled some of the coffee on the floor. It wasn’t a lot. Maybe it was a lot. A scoop full perhaps. Looking down past my feet, I noticed it had taken the shape of Jesus. Jesus was kneeling beneath an olive tree praying. The picture was nearly perfect. What was I to do? If I cleaned up the coffee I had spilled I would be destroying an important religious relic. If I left it, I would be committing a terrible household crime. I would catch hell. Jesus, what a conundrum.