Jesus in America Pt. 4

Day After Easter 2017

Let's just say it's another Monday. After a glorious weekend. You can't keep the glory going indefinitely. You have to get back to normal. Which actually sounds impossible. There is no normal.

Yes, my friend and I did have a Jesus in America sighting yesterday. Easter Sunday. He did rise, he did get up, just like the rest of us.

He was on the bike path, whizzing by on his bike. He does indeed have ear-buds, little white ear-buds. Hopefully he was listening to music, sweet music. It would be great if it was Mozart, or Bach, but it could have just as likely have been The Smiths' "Meat is Murder," or "Louder than Bombs."

You can't catch Jesus' eye. He won't look you in the eye. He is really good at just starting straight ahead, probably at some glorious future no one else can see. Yes, he is that kind of Jesus.

So yes, there he was, on the bike path. Trying to be anonymous. And for most of the folks, he did an admirable job. No adoring fans. No fanfare. Just Jesus in America pedaling down the bike path, bobbing and weaving past the needy, wanting, unknowing, sin-filled, hordes.