From the folder labeled “Stupid”
My neighbors kept bugging me, so I finally put my trust in Jésus. It happened like this:
I looked out the window into the distorted, 100 degree heat and saw him in my neighbor’s yard, cutting hedges. He looked competent enough, and certainly appeared to be working diligently. He turned and faced my house, wiping sweat from his forehead with the back of his glove. His name tag said: “Jésus.” I went outside.
I shook his hand and said: “I trust you, Jésus.”
Jésus cocked his head a bit sideways and said: “Sorry, no English.”
“Don’t worry,” I said. ”I trust you.”
