Big Hands Jesus

Sep 01, 2009 14:46

Once upon a time, I lived with my roommate C in suburbian glory. Now my roommate is from West Texas and still at that time had a little leftover Jesus freak in him. He had a bible on his nightstand next to his bed. And in pride of place in the living room, an oval framed picture of the Last Supper.

I quickly adapted to Eating with Jesus each day, though I drew the line at the bible. But I had a good time poking fun at Big Hands Jesus (so named for the way his hands are spread out in benediction at the meal).

Once Maggie broke a window in the dining room. Maurice and I hid BHJ and told C that someone had broken and entered with the express purpose of stealing BHJ and ONLY BHJ. It made for a fun time.

Once we moved to the apartment it was not looking too good for BHJ - he just didn't fit the decor. But luckily, we managed to spare BJH by making his photo into a shrine of sorts. He now shares space with Shiva and Buddha to name a couple. Sort of a gathering of the gods if you will. He has some candles and incense if case you are Catholic.

So he's been promoted from a static piece of decor into what we consider sort of an intelligence test - we wait to see how quickly you spot the incongruities.

Anyway, here's to BHJ. And all his God Friends, too, even if they don't have Big Hands.


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