Jesus and The Japanese Car

The pastor and I returned most of the borrowed items this afternoon from Friday's big event. He didn't want to borrow the van I had arranged for us, so as I started schlepping objects from one door to another, I got him to pick up the five and a half foot tall Jesus figure to decide how he was going to get Jesus into his little Japanese car.

He came back shortly after, smiling, and said, "We're borrowing the van. Jesus takes up the whole car."

Days earlier, he suggested we could tie Jesus to the roof of the car. I had a horrible mental image of the two of us driving around this metropolis in a tiny Japanese car with a giant Jesus strapped to the roof. Not cool.

I was thus relieved that he agreed to borrow the van I had lined up. We switched vehicles, loaded up and were on our way. I acquired three new bruises to bring my total to 18 bruises covering my limbs. I mentioned to the pastor that I was going to see our mutual doctor on Monday and when she got a look at me, I'd tell her that it was his fault I looked this way. He laughed and then shot me a dirty look.

At the parish where we were dropping items off, one of the women commented about the pastor, "He's little but mighty!" I laughed and commented, "That's why we keep him around." On the ride home I gave the pastor his compliment for the day: they thought you were little but mighty. He looked aghast, "Who, me?" and then he said indignantly, "I am *not* little!" We set off back to the parish where I had no idea what other insanity was awaiting me...