I’ve been thinking a lot about Jesus today. Why?
Well, because I fell asleep while reading a P.G. Wodehouse novel last night. My palm was resting on the corner of the book and when I finally woke up, there was a deep and painful welt on my hand. Similar to the one Jesus had. Only mine was cause by hardcover Wodehouse and not a spike. Today, my hand is still sore and it looks as though I have a mild case of stigmata and I can’t stop humming Personal Jesus, perhaps the best cowboy video of all time. Horses, chickens and Depeche Mode. Hello, heaven!
In other news, I am running a little contest to give away two copies of Through the Wardrobe: Your Favorite Authors on C.S. Lewis’s Chronicles of Narnia, edited by Herbie Brennan and Leah Wilson. It contains great essays by a host of fabulous writers.
All you have to do to enter is write to me and tell me about a time you felt a connection with your personal Jesus. Or Buddha. Or Yaweh. Or Ishvara. (C.S. Lewis thought a lot about his personal Jesus. He did not, however, have the benefit of a Depeche Mode song to help him with this thinking, which is too bad.) Don’t worry, there is no connection too tenuous, as you can see from the anecdote above. “I walked past a church once” will do the trick. The best two entries will get the books.
Okay. I have to go and watch Depeche Mode try and ride again.
Oh yeah, send your personal deity reflections to: andfurthermore@shaw.ca