Chain letter Catholics

There are people who have a very fundamental--almost childlike--relationship with their religion. Many of them choose to express this relationship with bumper stickers. One of my all-time favorites is: "In the event of the Rapture, this car will be unmanned" which I presume means that the vehicle will have its testicles removed but I may be missing the point. Another group of impaired believers sends you chain email messages. Most of these messages involve some miraculous...something that you're supposed to send along to ten friends. When you do within some specified amount of time you get something really great in return.

If you are Catholic you know one of these people. Rather than hurt their feelings (they're generally nice well-meaning people with the intellectual capacity of a 4th grader) you just delete their emails and say nothing. These same people might also forward you things about illegal aliens, President Obama's alien love child and other things they've learned about on Fox News which you may discourage them from sending in the future but the religious crap...er stuff you just let slide.

Today, the woman who sends me...er, stuff sent me this picture.

See if you can find Jesus in this picture. (If you can't, you're going straight to Hell.) Find him? Great! Who else do you see in this picture? I also see Darth Vader and a pussycat and possibly Henri Rousseau's "Sleeping Gypsy". I don't know if seeing other things gets you any holy bonus points but since the email didn't tell me not to look for other things I'm betting yes. You may see other things too, but if you see Jesus, you're golden.

OK, you caught me cheating. If you're reading this and finding Jesus, I have performed the required task of the email (in spirit, if not to the letter). Since this was not my intention when I started writing, I'm presuming that God, Almighty, Himself, inspired this. Good, because I have many spiritual needs which should be obvious to anyone reading this blog. I just hope there is no Rapture bumper sticker on my car when I get ready to go home because frankly, I don't think GEICO covers me for that.

Also, I don't think that's a strictly Catholic teaching. I'll have to remember to ask the monsignor. He'll know. Word!