Jesus talked to me while I was trying to write at the bagel place.
“Nice mask,” Jesus said.
I sighed. Jesus smiled down on me the way he does when he’s screwing with me.
“I’m a fully vaccinated booster pers–did you come here just to give me crap or for something useful? I’m writing.”
Once I found out Jesus wouldn’t disown me for being annoyed with him, I enjoyed our talks a lot more.
“Did you see what that atheist posted about you kind of being a moron for believing in me?”
I waited for him to add the indication that sometimes I’m not the sharpest knife in the drawer, but he didn’t. Jesus tends to speak to me in my own voice. Sometimes I don’t like that.
“I saw it.”
He sat down and looked a little longingly at my bagel sandwich.
“Dude,” I said, “I spent an hour on the rower to fit this into my calorie budget. Please don’t turn this into a lesson on giving to the hungry.”
That made Jesus laugh, which was annoying.
“What did you think of what he posted?”
I shrugged. “I told him what I thought. I was respectful about it. He thinks I’m a moron. It’s a free country.”
Jesus didn’t respond. I looked down at my laptop. I was about halfway through outlining a story that was pretty ambitious for me, about a woman magically endowed with the power to heal people and how that power could be perverted.
“What?” I said.
“You know he’s my son and I love him.”
“I was respectful. I wasn’t an asshole.” I let my irritation trickle through. “If he blew a tire out in the rain, I’d stop and help him. What do you want?”
“That’s nice. But what did you think about what he said. It annoyed you.”
Not as much as this.
Jesus smiled at me. No use hiding what I was thinking. He knows. It’s like a game sometimes. I know that he knows that I know that he knows…
“Why were you annoyed?”
It was clear Jesus wouldn’t be leaving this point alone until I had the conversation he wanted. It’s not my favorite attribute of my personal Lord and Savior.
“I suppose I don’t like being called a moron. In particular by someone I was respectful to and who seems to be all about compassion and diversity, except for someone who disagrees with him.” I waited for Jesus to respond, then thought of something else. “And I realize there were too many first-person references in there.”
“You also apologized for the bad experiences he had with people in my name. That was nice touch. I like how you left it at that, instead of defending me.”
I shrugged slightly because it’s Jesus and what else are you going to do. “Thanks?”
“You figured I can fight my own battles. I like that. I am, after all, the Savior of the Earth,” he said.
“Don’t hurt your arm there.”
When Jesus laughs, it’s a rich sound that fills your ears and makes your soul flutter a little bit. I like it when he laughs and I was about to tell him, but of course, he knew. I could see it in his eyes.
“Who were you offended for? You? Or me?” Jesus was still eying my sandwich, but I ignored that.
“I was offended by me. And when I started a defense, I wrote it that way. Then I figured he’d maybe posted it looking for someone to be belligerent about it. So I took a different tack.”
“You apologized.”
I nodded.
He picked up my coffee and drank from it.
“You’re gonna get cooties,” I said.
He smiled. “I survived half a day on a cross. I’ll make it through this.” Then he returned my coffee.
“He’s my son. He’s a good person, but he sees things differently. If you needed help, he’d help you.”
I nodded and figured that if I were in the rain and the guy knew my mind, he’d find a big puddle and splash me with it. Which probably said more about me than the guy.
“Your ego gets in the way. You’re too easily offended,” God the Son said to me.
“What’re you gonna do?” Sometimes Jesus didn’t leave it at that. That’s never fun.
Jesus smiled. “But you’re headed in the right direction. You did okay there. You followed the rule that the Gospels, the prophets, and all the Law are wrapped up in.”
I knew the Bible, at least a little, and knew that he hadn’t quite said that. “What’s that?”
Now it was his turn to shrug. “I think you say it Don’t be a schmuck. My version’s a little less coarse, but yours will do.”
He got up and glanced down at my coffee, which was now full and steaming hot.
“Don’t get cooties.”
Then Jesus was gone.