Just wondering. What if the images of Jesus that people find on toast, tortillas, in clouds, in newly-cut tree stumps, jars of marmite and cut oranges where actually seeing someone else?What it was Jesus's kid brother Jimmy? They must have looked alike -- the family resemblance and must have been striking. What about old Jacob up the street in Nazareth? Or Judas Iscariot in a particularly pensive moment?
It's fun to laugh at the credulous who want their own personal encounter with Jesus. And there might be a little jealousy on the part of we who have been striving for our own encounter - in dreams, study, films or in bread and wine. An encounter with the Christ of the Cosmos should take more than popping read out of a toaster, or slicing a fruit for breakfast, or pulling a hot tortillas off a fire. Shouldn't it?
Whatever form my encounter with Jesus occurs, I don't want to miss it. Maybe it would be smart to take a quick glance at the coffee rings, dried post-blizzard salt stains, shadows on the laundry and the other weird formations that confront me day in and day out. Silly, probably. But being soft-hearted and receptive might mean straying into foolishness once in a while.