Visiting Jesus on Christmas

Visiting Jesus on Christmas

Every Christmas I get in my time travel machine and visit Jesus when he was 27 years old. I don’t visit him at that age for any particular reason. Also, I don’t visit him on December 25th his time. What I do is visit him weekly his time. That seems the right amount of time of ofteness to hang out with a friend.

We go for a walk through Jerusalem’s main drag or down side streets. Sometime we walk out into the desert. We talk about what’s going on in our lives. He usually tells me about his latest carpentry job, or something interesting he saw. He knows that I’m visiting him from the future. I don’t tell him that he’s going to be famous, or that he’s going to die at 33. Neither would be a friendly thing.

I usually bring him a present. Something simple. I don’t say its for Christmas. Today I brought him a cold Coke in a can. He drank it and his eyes got about as big as they could without popping out of his head. He got hyper and wildly told me about a woman he’s attracted to. Her name was Dulcia. He took me to see her. Though from a distance. We watched her from across the street as she was selling bread at Jacob’s Bread Shop. Jesus said, “Wow, look at her! Isn’t she woo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo?”

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