I Found Jesus

I found Jesus one day years ago with my future wife. We saw him standing there by an intersection holding a sign. I don’t remember what it said. We planned it out somewhat, and got in her car and sought him out. If I remember right, he was gone when we got there. I think we found him soon after when he wandered back. It was on a little cement division by an overpass. There were no sidewalks to it. We had to walk under the overpass and across the road and onto the mini sidewalk where he stood. I think this surprised him because if people did approach him it was through the car window, passing him money or whatever. Like a drive-through Jesus. I think it’s a franchise… We walked up to him and introduced ourselves. He did likewise in a barely intelligible way. Maybe we were nervous, but he was hard to understand. He told us how he lost his home. It reminds me of how he said, “The Son of Man has no place to lay his head”. Here he was, telling me so in the flesh. There was a grocery store nearby and we asked if he’d like to go shopping. He obliged. At the time we were teenagers and quite afraid. We didn’t want to tell anyone what we were doing because we thought the adults would stop us, and we wanted to meet Jesus. We took him in and he got some things he needed. He humbly admitted he smoked and asked if it was ok if he got some rolling papers and tobacco. We said of course. I don’t know if He was testing us or not, but I hope we passed. Some Christians think it is a sin to smoke or drink or do drugs, but it also seems like a sin to impose our made up rules on others, or to judge others when Jesus himself told us not to, or to condemn others when Jesus himself didn’t. Especially when we indulge in our sin while thinking nothing of it, all while condemning someone else for indulging in theirs. We offered him a nice coat we brought with us. He told us he didn’t need it, he had enough coats. We parted ways, and hoped we did some good. We haven’t done it since, being more grown up and all. Maybe we don’t need to talk to Jesus anymore. Maybe we outgrew him. Even though we have more money than we did when we were teenagers, we don’t give to him anymore when we see him on the street. Maybe we are embarrassed that we ignored him so many times. Maybe we try to justify ourselves when we are sitting there at a light. Jesus might buy beer with it. Jesus might be trying to take advantage of us. Jesus should get himself a job. It’s like we owe him or something. Maybe one of these days I’ll get back around to talking to Jesus or give him something, until then I’ll just keep telling people he is my best friend…

Kameron Messmer

I found Jesus calling for the assassination of a president today. It wasn’t recently; I didn’t hear about it until later when I found him on the internet saying it. I guess when Jesus talks people start listening, and talking, and posting him on the internet. He was talking about America and what we should do about the President of Venezuela. I don’t know much about the politics of it all, but by all accounts he was calling the president our enemy. He then basically calls for his assassination.
“if he thinks we're trying to assassinate him, I think that we really ought to go ahead and do it. It's a whole lot cheaper than starting a war…We have the ability to take him out, and I think the time has come that we exercise that ability. We don't need another $200 billion war to get rid of one, you know, strong-arm dictator. It's a whole lot easier to have some of the covert operatives do the job and then get it over with.”
Jesus seems to put more emphasis on the importance of money than anything else. It seems odd. I remember Jesus talking about money and government in a much different light. He told us his kingdom was not of this world and now he seems to be involved with the government. He used to say “You can’t serve God and Money” and now money seems to be making decisions for him. It seems like money is the deciding factor. He also seems to say that killing our enemy is a good idea in order to save money. Which really confuses me because I remember he told us to, “love your enemies, do good to them”. Why is Jesus going back and forth? Maybe we don’t understand. Maybe he was being sarcastic when he was telling us to love our enemies. It seems ludicrous to ask someone to do that! It is counter intuitive. He must not have been serious. He was making a point. There must have been laughter when he was preaching. “Turn the other cheek” Is ridiculous if you think about it. Who would let someone beat them? Abuse them? Kill them? What good would come out of that? No one would do that…
Kameron Messmer

Yesterday I had to run to our neighborhood store to pick up a small item for a dog run we were selling. I had to hurry because the potential buyer was on their way to check out our Craig's list item.
As I was turning into the parking lot of this particular store-mart, I saw a guy on the corner with the well known cardboard sign. He was different than most, green slacks with black loafers, and a short sleeved, white, button-up dress shirt. His sign was typical of most you see: "broke, hungry need help".
As I parked and walked into the store, I was deep in thought about this gentleman and asked the Lord what he wanted me to do. I mean, what is our normal reaction? Hey buddy, get a job! Or maybe we think to ourselves 'I don't want to give him money, he might buy alcohol with it (as we're on our way to the store to buy Doritos and/or ice cream to support our own habit...) The first thing that came to mind after this was "what if I were standing on the corner needing help?" And with that, along with a small wave of emotion, I had my answer. I got what I had gone to the store for, picked up a cheap box of crackers and a cold bottle of water. I perused the gift cards wanting to provide another meal or two at a local fast food place, but couldn't find something to fit that description. So I decided on getting a little "cash over" when I checked out.
I walked back to the car and arranged the items so I could drive up and hand them out the window along with a few encouraging words...... but he was gone. I glanced down the road both ways and then around at the few shops surrounding the small shopping area hoping to catch a glimpse of him. Nothing. I drove home thinking about him. Maybe he'd lost his job and didn't know what to do. Maybe he had a family at home he was trying to provide for. Maybe he was just looking for a free handout. Maybe he was desperate looking for ......... anything.

"For I was hungry and you gave me no food, I was thirsty and you gave me no drink, I was a stranger and... Read More you did not welcome me, naked and you did not clothe me, sick and in prison and you did not visit me.' Then they also will answer, saying, 'Lord, when did we see you hungry or thirsty or a stranger or naked or sick or in prison, and did not minister to you?' Then he will answer them, saying, 'Truly, I say to you, as you did not do it to one of the least of these, you did not do it to me.'" – Jesus
Kelly Wilson

a guy was in the Wal-Mart parking lot needing a jump in an old clunker so I helped him remove the battery and we went in and got him a new one....no biggie I just didn't want him getting stranded w/ his family somewhere....that's not to say I haven't passed up plenty of opportunities to do something, this was just one time I listened and obeyed
Randy Gallagher

I have two internet friends, in separate states. Both seniors, disabled ... one who is VERY disabled is losing her home and another was gouged by prescription drugs (long story) ... I'm struggling for how to help. See, all my life my family has told me that I need to take care of my parents and brother ... never mind the world no matter what I feel in my heart. I know that was not right.. But it is a battle ... I am feeling more and more all the time that saying "I’m praying for you" is a platitude from too many... an excuse not to act, not to sacrifice.
Lindy Bridges

I found Jesus on an off ramp looking about 8 months pregnant with her boyfriend. Both of them looked like they used pretty heavily and like they weren't sure what to do with the water and food I got them. They were just thankful for the gasoline...hmmm. But anyways, the boyfriend looked a bit confused when I offered one of my strollers sitting in my car for the baby. But said they already had one. Maybe they really just needed gas and a shower. Ya never know.
Candice Williams

I was visiting my mother (who lives three hours away) one weekend. It was over the Christmas holiday, and very cold. On the way back home I stopped at a gas station to fill up. As I was pumping the gas, I noticed a man in his mid 30's and what I assumed was his son, who looked to be about 7 or 8 years old, get out of a beat up diesel truck and go inside. When I went in to pay, they were at the register with a drink and breakfast pastry each- the father had coffee, the son had a bottle of orange juice. Apparently they had stopped to get gas as well, and didn’t have enough to pay for their gas and their breakfast. They had already gone to the truck to dig for change. The father sheepishly told the attendant that they would just pay for the gas, and told his son that they would have to put back their breakfast. The boy’s head dropped in disappointment, and I could see the sadness on his face. I was next in line so I told the attendant, “I’ll take care of it.” The father looked at me in shock and said “Are you sure?” to which I replied “Yeah, no problem!” He and his son collected their breakfast; both gave me a heartfelt thanks, and bundled themselves as they walked outside into the cold. I drove home in tears, overwhelmed with Father’s love for this man and his son, whom I would probably never meet again.
Brandon Putman