June 8, 2003
Jesus is a Rock, and He Rolls My Blues Away…
There is a rock in our suite that says “His Name is Jesus.”
I have no idea where it came from; it has been here since I moved in.
Now, it’s not as though this is a true mystery rock. The pigment in the rock itself has not formed these letters (like all those developing countries that are always discovering, say, a turnip that looks like the Virgin Mary). It was just painted on. Still, it’s an object of some wonderment. People are always picking the rock up and reading its message aloud, asking me why it is there.
“Put Jesus down!” I always respond.