My friend Jesus

From The Writers Almanac with Garrison Keillor.
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Poem: "Heaven on
Earth" by Kristin Berkey-Abbott from, Whistling Past the Graveyard. © Pudding House Publications, 2004. Reprinted with permission. (buy now)

(photo is a must see from Jesus of the Week)

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Heaven on Earth

I saw Jesus at the bowling alley,
slinging nothing but gutter balls.
He said, "You’ve gotta love a hobby
that allows ugly shoes."
He lit a cigarette and bought me a beer.
So I invited him to dinner.

I knew the Lord couldn’t see my house
in its current condition, so I gave it an out
of season spring cleaning. What to serve
for dinner? Fish—the logical                                                          
choice, but after 2000 years, he must grow weary
of everyone’s favorite seafood dishes.
I thought of my Granny’s ham with Coca Cola
glaze, but you can’t serve that to a Jewish
boy. Likewise pizza—all my favorite
toppings involve pork.

In the end, I made us an all-dessert
buffet.
We played Scrabble and Uno and Yahtzee
and listened to Bill Monroe.
Jesus has a healthy appetite for sweets,
I’m happy to report. He told strange
stories which I’ve puzzled over for days now.

We’ve got an appointment for golf on Wednesday.
Ordinarily I don’t play, and certainly not in this humidity.
But the Lord says he knows a grand miniaturegolf course with fiberglass mermaids and working windmillsu003cbr>and the best homemade ice cream you ever tasted.u003cbr>Sounds like Heaven to me.u003cbr>u003c/div>u003c/div> u003cdiv> u003cdiv>u003cb>Literary and Historical Notes:u003c/b>u003c/div> u003cdiv>On this day, in 1858 the u003cstrong>state of u003ca hrefu003d”http://www.elabs7.com/c.html?rtru003don&su003dfj6,3izp,dv,ecz9,jcnf,9zuo,gefi” targetu003d”_blank” onclicku003d”return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)”>Minnesotau003c/a> was admitted into the Unionu003c/strong>. It was from Minnesota that we got the stapler, water skis and roller blades, Scotch tape, Bisquick, Bob Dylan, F.n Scott Fitzgerald, and Spam.u003c/div>u003cbr> u003cdiv>It's the birthday of one of the foremost physicists of the 20th century, u003cstrong>u003ca hrefu003d”http://www.elabs7.com/c.html?rtru003don&su003dfj6,3izp,dv,buic,fp2z,9zuo,gefi” targetu003d”_blank” onclicku003d”return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)”>Richard Feynmanu003c/a>u003c/strong>, born in New York City (1918). Feynman went on to study physics at MIT, and while he was getting his Ph.D. in theoretical physics at Princeton, he got involved in the Manhattan Project to help develop the first nuclear weapon. On the day of the first test of the atom bomb, the scientists were all given special welder's goggles to protect their eyes from the light of the blast. But Feynman decided that he wanted to see the blast unfiltered. So he watched from behind the windshield of a truck, which he figured would protect him from ultraviolet light. He was the only person that day to see the first atomic explosion with naked eyes.u003c/div> u003cdiv>At first, he was happy that they'd completed their project,n but after the bombs were dropped on Hiroshima, he began to feel that their work would lead to the end of the world. He said, "[I'd be out for a walk] and I would see people building a bridge … and I thought, they're crazy, they're crazy, they just don't understand. … Why are they making new things? It's so useless."u003c/div> u003cdiv>Feynman struggled for a few years, trying to decide what to do, but finally he realized that the thing he loved about physics was that it was fun, and he should just have fun with it. He took a job teaching at Cornell University. One day he was sitting in the cafeteria when he watched a student throw a plate across the room. Something about watching the spinning of that plate gave Feynman an idea for how certain subatomic particles might interact with each other. The result was his theory of quantum electrodynamics, which helped explain the relationship between light and subatomic particles. He won a Nobel Prize for his work inn 1965.”,1]
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golf course with fiberglass mermaids and working windmills
and the best homemade ice cream you ever tasted.
Sounds like Heaven to me.

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4 thoughts on “My friend Jesus

  1. I first got this poem via email from a friend. I like the way it takes the “seriousness” out of Jesus and shows a fun side.

  2. I first got this poem via email from a friend. I like the way it takes the “seriousness” out of Jesus and shows a fun side.

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