The Guy who looked a lot like Jesus.

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One night, a guy, named Guy, after a long night of drinking beer (root) with his friends, woke up after a long  beer (root) induced slumber to find himself in a local park. This was confusing enough, but the worst part was when he realized that not only did his friends drop him off in the local park, alone, but they had also dressed him up to look just like Jesus. Guy had the kind of friends who thought this stuff was funny.

“Oh crumbs’ he mumbled. ‘This just looks stupid”.

However, as he got up groggily and attempted to remove the false beard and robe he had on, he soon realized C things:

A. The beard was glued on, and would not come off easily without a proper shower
B. His wallet, car and house keys, and all his clothes were gone (though he did have a few dollars he found tucked in his sandal).
C. Seeing as to how all he had under his robe were boxers, he ought to just keep his robe on.

He was therefore, stuck, dressed like Jesus, robe, beard and all, and alone in a park. He would have to get himself home the way the Son of God would have…on foot.

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Being that a groggy Guy was walking through the large park on a warm, sunny, Sunday afternoon, the park was full of people and families enjoying themselves. Guy was surprised to see people’s reactions to him. No one yelled, “Hey moron!” or, “Nice robe!” all sarcastically. In fact, for the most part, everyone seemed kind of friendlier than normal as he walked by. Little kids arguing about toys, from what he could see out of the corner of his eye, would look up from their bickering to see what they could only interpret in their young minds as the Jesus Christ Himself walking by, then turn to each other, and start sharing and getting along. Mothers with their children in buggies who looked tired and worn out would suddenly look up to see him, then suddenly glance away embarrassed and confused, but, would then turn to smile at him, and then would walk away with more confidence, as though seeing a reminder of Christ helped them love their children more. Guy even swore he saw a bird and a squirrel pecking and scratching at each other over a nut stop their battle as his robed and bearded shadow passed over them (though he did assume that they most likely resumed their fight once he passed).

“This…this is odd” he said a loud to himself.

Then Guy heard someone calling his (kind of) name, “Jesus! Jesus! Hey, Jesus!”

Looking down, Guy saw a young kid tugging at his robe, holding a large red ball with one arm.

“Uh, what is up?’ he asked, then suddenly aware of what he was wearing and what the kid just called him, he added, “My…son?”

“What is the capital of Thailand?” Asked the young boy.

Surprised by the question, Guy took a moment to think of the answer, “Oh…uh, okay…not what I expected…I guess you’re, what? Working on a report? School work, huh? Well, what would He say in this situation, you know, since you think I’m Him and all…uhm…Stay in school! Get good grades or else! Now…uhm, what is the capitol of Thailand…it’s Bangkok, right?”

“That’s right!” shouted the boy as he gleefully proceeded to punch Guy (Or, as the kid referred to him, “Jesus”) in the privates.

As Guy lay there, blinking and trying hard not to cry because of the pain radiating from his crotch while the little boy skipped away, bouncing his red ball and laughing a loud, Guy reminded himself that Jesus would most likely not shout out curse words at the boy. So he just said them under his breath.

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Eventually, Guy was able to pull himself up to the nearest park bench where he breathed hard until he stopped seeing spots dancing in front of his eyes. He was just about to begin the rest of his trek when an old man sat down next to him.

“Do you mind?” Asked the old man.

“Uhm…no, I guess not…uhm, Sitteth witheth me, uh, disciple!” (Guy felt silly saying that and just decided to talk like himself from now on).

“You know…something about you makes me think you’d be a good listener.” Said the old man.

“Oh, uh, great, I…” Guy pretended to check his non-existent watch.

And then the Old Man began to talk.

And talk.

And talk.

And at first, Guy wanted to just get up and walk away. He kept trying to interrupt and interject, trying to explain, “The Son of God has places to be and all!” But it soon became plain that the Old Man just wanted to get out what he wanted to get out. And at first, Guy was angry, “How dare he just assume that Guy had nothing better to do than to listen to him talk?” “I mean, I’ve got, uhm…I’ve got…stuff” But Guy slowly began to realize that all he had to do that day was to go home, remove a beard and robes, and sit around his apartment playing video games while his friends laughed at him for the prank. In reality, Guy had nothing but time. And as the Old Man talked, Guy not only resigned to at least pretending to listen, he kind of ended up actually listening, and then, he found he was really listening, and asking questions, and, as time went on, he begin to find that he was probably getting more enjoyment out of listening to the Old Man than the Old Man was getting out of talking himself. It was fascinating stuff, this Old Man’s life story! “Besides,’ thought Guy, ‘what if I get old and run into some guy dressed up in robes myself? Wouldn’t I want him to listen to me?”

After about an hour or so, the Old Man smiled, thanked him, and got up to leave.

“Thanks for listening,’ he said, ‘my kids and Grandkids don’t care much for my stories, and my wife, well…she went home to…well, you know what I mean, don’t you?” (Guy did.) “And,’ Guy thought he saw some tears forming in the corners of his eyes, ‘and, well, it has just been a long time since anyone listened to me.”

“Thank you.” Said Guy. And meant it.

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Guy was very excited to find that the parks hot dog vendor was indeed selling (no surprise) hot dogs. As he paid up for one hot dog, he realized to his delight B things:

A. That the Hot Dog vendor either is used to selling hot dogs to guys dressed up like Jesus (Or to the Son of God Himself) because he never even bothered to look up when Guy gave him his order, and Guy did not want to explain his costume.

B. He had more change left over than he thought, which meant that he could order himself a soda to go with his hotdog, and was just about to, until…

He saw the homeless guy sitting on a bench. He did his best to ignore the man, and was about to get himself a soda, when Guy heard himself asking:

“Are you hungry?” (“Please say, ‘No ,’” he thought to himself, riddled with guilt).

“Jesus!” Cried the homeless man, surprised.

“Uhm…yes?” Answered Guy.

“I’m hungry.”

So Guy bought him a hotdog, then continued walking through the park, hoping to meet a water fountain during his travels.

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Later, as Guy was continuing his walk, he ran into a little girl crying.

“Why are you crying?” Guy asked.

“My cat is stuck up in the tree!” She said.

“Oh…’ said Guy, “…don’t cats do that on purpose? They come down on their own, right?”

The Little Girl cried louder. So he climbed the tree. Then the he grabbed the cat.

“Got it!” He called.

Then the cat bit him. And scratched him. And all the way down, the cat bit him, scratched him, and even pulled out part of his beard, but Guy didn’t swear, not once, and even managed to smile as he handed the cat over.

“Here you go!” he said, then limped away, rubbing his bloody palms on his robe, just hoping that all the rumors that he had heard about how cats don’t go to heaven were true.

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Finally, Guy saw his apartment building, just outside the park. Relieved, he was just crossing the street when he saw, out of the corner of his eye, a red ball bouncing in the way of an oncoming car. Then, he saw the little kid who had punched him in his privates earlier that day running after the ball.

“No!” Cried Guy, and before he realized what he was doing, he dove in front of the car, pushed the kid, and then-

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“Jesus is dead! Jesus is dead!” Was all Guy could hear.

Feeling rather drowsy, Guy pulled himself to his feet.

He had been sitting on a gurney, in a hospital, and looked up to see the little boy whom he had dove in front of a car for and his mother in hysterics.

“Jesus is dead!” She was crying out at the top of her lungs, over and over, “Jesus! Jesus is dead!”

Then, suddenly, seeing Guy standing there, still bearded and in his hospital gown, she gasped, “Jesus has risen! Everyone! The Christ, He has risen!”

Afterwards.
Guy doesn’t dress like Jesus anymore, though he still sometimes wears the robes as pajamas (a strange habit, he knows). He also walks through the park whenever he gets a chance, particularly on warm, sunny, Sundays.

When walking through the park, he does his best to stop by the bench where he talks to The Old Man (his name, Guy later found out, is Peter). Also, he buys the Homeless Man (coincidentally, also named Peter) hot dogs from the hot dog vendor (not named Peter). He avoids cats in trees (As far as Guy is concerned, they went up there for a reason and he is more than happy to let them stay there).

He still talks to the little kid, the one who punched him, and here and there they play kickball together, and the kid has promised to stop chasing wayward balls into streets (he has also promised to stop punching people, and deity’s, in the privates for no reason). Every once in awhile he has dinner at the boys house (whose mother does her best not to refer to Guy as, “Jesus”, though at times, she still does, such as when she asks him things like: “Jesus, more peas?”).

And though Guy does not dress up as Jesus anymore, he still feels as though, when he does the things he did when he was dressed up like Jesus, he still kind of looked like him.

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Jack-o-Pizza.

"Eat me."

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Just thinking: Watching movies.

I don’t understand people who watch movies that are out of context with the surroundings they are watching the movie in.

For instance: I have not seen “Gran Torino” or “Let Their Be Blood”. They sound depressing and rather dark. They sound good, but since I generally watch movies with my sweet lady, Mandy, I don’t watch that stuff with her. Why would I?

Why would I want to snuggle up with Mandy and watch some movie about a crotchety old racist? That would be entirely out of context with the surroundings. You know what the last movie we watched together was? “Paul Blart: Mall Cop”. It was sweet and funny. It was fun to watch with my wife.

Or, if I’m at a party and everyone is like, “let’s watch a movie!”, why on earth would I watch “There Will Be Blood”?
“Everyone, shut up, I’m watching Daniel Day Lewis dig a hole!” Right? Doesn’t fit. You know what you watch at parties? “The Office” re-runs (American, the British ones are too dark). Or maybe “The Jerk” or “Undercover Brother” if you’ve got great taste.

I know it’s a little thing, but for some reason this one drives me batty. I mean, how are those movies even hits? Again, I’m up for watching them by myself, that’s fun/interesting for me, but don’t most people go to the movies on dates? Who takes their wife out for a nice dinner and then is like, “Hey, let’s go see that depressing movie about the guy who steals land and oil from people”? You know?

Oh well. What do I know, anyway. I’m the guy who took Mandy to see “Black Hawk Down” on Valentines Day a few years back, so maybe you shouldn’t listen to me after all.

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Fire safe, safe?

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I took this picture of a fireman with an open safe, flames ablaze in the background at Target.  It was on a box containing a safe, advertising how “safe” this safe was.

Except…

The fireman.

Yes, the fireman.  See, this photo tells another story to me than the one the advertiser intended.  For not only is this fireman not fighting the flames all ablaze upon your home in the background, he has cracked open your safe.  He is stealing the family jewels.  He is doctoring the documents.  he is pilfering your personal possessions. 

So!  What does this ad really say about how this product works?  To me, it says, “We keep your valuables  safe from the burning flames, only that they may be kept safe for when they are swiped by sticky fingered firemen.”

That, my friends, is terrible.

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I’m so going to win this bike.

Seriously. They are picking winners on my birthday, July 15th. So…you know. I’m in. Click on the link by the way, it’s an awesome bike.

Word.

And, when I do win this bike, you all can look forward to pictures of me riding said bike all around and looking awesome on my awesome bike.

Word again.

Madsen Cycles Cargo Bikes

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Things I like.

31I love this mug.  I bought it in Llandudno, a kind of  “Boardwalk” town in Wales.  I really liked it there, and I really love that Welsh dragon.  They’ve got it everywhere there.  If I were even a tiny bit Welsh I’d have that guy tattoo’d on my arm in a second.  Oh well.  This is my favorite mug overall though.  It might be the shape of the mug, or the cool dragon, but everything seems to taste better out of it.*

51Henry showing off his fork skills.  Here, he speared a pear.  If memory serves me correctly, he did not go on to eat it, though he did stab it a few more times, just to be sure it was dead.

7I heart clovers.  For one, I like how pretty they are, especially when you get a patch of green with the recent rain on it.  B.  Anything Irish reminds me of my Granny Koski, who I really (we all really) loved, which really reminds me of my Koski family in general.  I’ve got a lot of stuff with clovers on it, partially becasue it looks cool, but mostly because it reminds me of my family.

41The Dom found a box of these mugs somewhere in the church.  This is a piece of history here.  The Port was an amazing ministry that a lot of people in our church either got saved in or were involved in reaching out to others.  It’s an honor to have one of these to drink from.  I hope someday people will be as proud of the ministry that I am privileged to Pastor as I am of what God did through the Port O Call ministry.

6Henry looking cool while eating cheerios and watching Mickey.  This kid is the Paul Newman of toddlers.

*I didn’t post this for a long time, I don’t remember why, but I think it had something to do with my dropping my dragon mug the day after I wrote this blog.   Boo.  I was seriously bummed.  I guess I’ll just have to go back to Wales now.

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Two videos, two very, very different tones.

This first one is brutal. I don’t know why I’m so fascinated by it, but it cracks me up. It’s just so brutal! It’s how to prepare a soft shell crab for eating, and it’s just…you just have to watch it.

Let me know what your reaction is, because mine was to yell, “No!” and pull a horrible face.

Terrible, huh? The best (worst?) line is when the guys says, “the best thing you can do…is to really try to enjoy it”. As The Glen pointed out when I showed him the video, “I don’t really want to ever try to enjoy my food.” Well said The Glen, well said.

Okay, now that you feel terrible and need some cheering up, everyone on earth needs to see this video. This little guy, a Slow Loris (Never heard of that thing until now) just kills me. I mean, look at his expression! He just can’t get enough of the tickling!

I showed the video to Henry and he made me watch it a bunch of times. Henry then asked if he could hold the Loris. I said, “No”, but, if I had a Slow Loris, I suppose I’d let Henry hold it.

Okay, well, that was fun. Until next time,

The Joe

Ps- The internet has Slow Loris info here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Slow_loris

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“Dadda’s hat.”

Usually when I goof around with Henry and pop my hat on his head, he quickly takes it off and throws it somewhere.  The day I took this though, we had hung out most of the morning and he was loving Daddy, so when I put it on he was not taking it off.  In fact, I’ve put my hat on him a few times since, and he’s big on keeping it on.

I love this guy.

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From the notebook: Max

I used to love “Where the Wild Things Are” when I was a kid, so I was really excited to read it to Henry.  He loves “Max!” and likes to point him out.  Henry also loves to draw on his magna doodle, and we draw together a lot.  A lot of times he tells me to draw Max, so when I draw him, it’s more of my style of drawing him, which I think is kind of cool.  Anyway, I drew this in my notebook more to remind me of how Henry and I spend time together, reading the book or drawing “Max!”

max

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I got eat by a toad.

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