Where's Jesus?

This time, the heavenly apparition decided to pop into an ultrasound. The mother says it's a clear sign that her baby is special. I think it's a clear sign that she's "special". I think it looks more like Groucho Marx wearing a hooded sweatshirt myslef.

And while we're on the subject of Jesus, I must confess a little disappointment in St. Matthew's Churches. You remember them. They're the peddlers of Screaming Purple Jesus. Well, I got a letter from them. Woo hoo! The second coming. I felt I had squandered my last one and wanted a chance to send them all kinds of crap and a chance to send SPJ on to a more deserving source. I opened it. No Jesus. No peace. Just a stupid paper prayer mat. Grrrrrrr.