His name wasn’t really Jesus, it was Jerry.  And I didn’t meet him in a bar; he just took me there after he fed several dozen homeless people in the park, offered them Communion, and then healed a sick man.  Ok, he didn’t really heal him, but he got the police to contact a medic who came and took care of the guy.  When he’s not passing out sandwiches in the park, he is hanging out with the marginalized of society, those who have been burned or disillusioned by the church, the homeless and the bartenders.  You can understand why I got the two mixed up at first.

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