He’s at it again. Jesus is showing up in the strangest places. First it was a slice of toast, then an underpass wall (oh, wait, that was his mother), then the hind end of a dog, even in a carrot. Will the miracles never cease? Now he shows up in the corner of a room being prepared for construction, in a smear of drying wallboard mud. Of course, as one of the commenters mentioned, it’s really not Jesus, it’s Karl Marx, and frankly, I’d have to agree. It does look like Karl Marx. There’s the high forehead, the brooding eyes, the darker mustache. Or it could be Edgar Allen Poe. Here. You decide.
This is really pathetic. It’s a manifestation of the phenomena of people believing what they want to believe. They really want to believe in Jesus, they have no evidence that he actually exists or, for that matter, ever existed, so when they see something, anything, that looks….let’s say out of the ordinary…. they grasp at it and use it to confirm and justify their otherwise unsupportable beliefs. This man with a piece of lumber is attempting to do the same thing.
It’s also another example of Pareidolia which I previously wrote about here.
This story came from the Mobile, Alabama/Florida panhandle area, deep in the Bible belt. Is that surprising? An area where there is the largest concentration of blind belief in Jesus? At least one person who witnessed this had the presence of mind to apply a little skepticism.
His brother-in-law is not so sure. “It’s just open to personal interpretation of what you see. I do see a face. As far as putting what that face looks like, I don’t want to go that route,” says Gissendanner.
I would love to know where the god of the Great Miracles is these days. The one who created the universe with a snap of his fingers. The one who opened a path through the Red Sea for Moses and the Israelites. The one who tore down the walls of Jericho, and destroyed the cities of Sodom and Gomorrah. Where is he, now that we have 24/7/365 scrutiny, with webcams and traffic cameras at every street corner? When we have the ability to scientifically test each and every miraculous claim? Where is this god? Is it that he’s just too busy showing his presumed face in drywall mud that will be covered up with kitchen cabinets, grilled cheese that will be eaten, and carrots that will be sliced into a stew, to make another grand statement of naked power?
It seems that his miraculous powers have faded into mediocrity.