The shouts rang out all over town. After two thousands years, the Messiah had returned.
but the arguments had already begun.
“He’s coming to our church first!”
“Why your church, ours is bigger?”
“No way, our church is older, he’ll certainly start with us.”
It was bitter chaos, a dozen churches claimed first dibs on the son of God. Then, someone suggested a lottery. Put all the church names in a hat and draw a winner.
But who would do the picking?
It had to be an atheist or an agnostic. No, not an agnostic, he might try to cover his bets.
Meanwhile, the only atheist around was leaving town. the long haired hobo had his thumb out. He’d been sneered at and spat on until a little girl in a passing car called out, “look Mommy, it’s Jesus!”
Then things had really got nuts.
It was time to get away before the Christians started warring over their pedigrees.
ring over their pedigrees.
Moral: God doesn’t always mean good.