I saw Jesus yesterday. The churches are closed, but there he was.
Taking a little break from the hospitals in Italy, I guess. Maybe on his way back from taking Don Giuseppe Berardelli to heaven.
Not the sentimental Jesus, the high tech Jesus, but the real guy. He was in the rain outside an urban elementary school while cars lined up along Ball St., wove back into the school parking lot, then out on to 13th St., snaking up Greenbush almost to 18th. He was standing with Katy (I wish she'd worn gloves) and her worn out warehouse people and the motliest group of volunteers ever handing out soggy cardboard boxes of food (food that's harder to get because many of the usual suppliers are canceling orders, either supplying retailers hit by hoarding or holding out for higher prices) to the regular needy and the new needy and sometimes the greedy. I think he appreciated their sacrifice. He loves the poor, the sick.
He didn't stay long. But since the churches are closed, he had to go somewhere.
