Wayne Christ Superstar

I met Jesus yesterday. He said his name was Wayne, but I knew different.

What struck me the most (other than the fact that we've had the wrong name all these years) was how dirty and uncomely he was, not at all like in the pictures, and he was just hanging out in front of Starbucks, not reading his Bible or planning the next big tent revival. But I'm positive it was him.

Let me explain...no, there is too much...let me sum up.

At first I didn't recognize him at all. I walked right past this shopping cart full of cans and other sundry items on my way to Starbucks for a tasty beverage. But something called me back to that cart and lo and behold the very Son of God was standing there, unkempt, unwashed, and unnoticed. So what do you do when you meet the saviour of the world?...well, you buy him a coffee, that's what. So I did, and we chatted about our favorite music (he knows all about M.C. Hammer...dance and all!) and the blessings of rain. It wasn't exactly what I expected meeting Jesus to be like, no bright lights, skillful worship bands, or powerful sermons.

Jesus is a bum who lives on Jasper Ave. He doesn't bite, I don't think I got any diseases from him, he likes M.C. Hammer and the only thing in the whole world for which he is in wont is love.